Charlotte
Everything is so dark. It's always so, so dark. I can't actually tell what hurts, what's fine. Emotionally I'm just blank. Ever since I came here I've learned to be closed off. Nobody thinks you're a freak when nobody knows you.
There's been two times where emotions got the better of me.
The first time was when I saw Serenity for the first time. She must've been a freshmen in high school. It's like somebody cracked a window in my little box. She stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the group of people. I watched over her, making sure she didn't cause trouble. Instead I learned that she travelled here from a different dimension. She thought it was a video game. She found herself in Elander, Jaylemm's biggest city. I knew she would've gotten arrested if she didn't get arrested, so I decided to reveal myself to her. I told her the entire thing, I even taught her about my mental abilities. That I'm able to do various different things, from telepathy to teleportation. I figured that since she was able to change dimensions like I can, maybe she could learn to do the things I can.
Maybe I wouldn't be alone anymore.
Until the night she left. I searched everywhere, up, down, left, right. She wasn't anywhere. I didn't really notice much, until I saw guards' eyes following me on the streets. Later I found my wanted page nailed to a tree.
I disguised myself, and went to the House. There, sitting in the front desk, was Serenity.
"May I help you?" She asks, and I turned around and left. I cried later that day, trying desperately to convince myself it wasn't my fault I was a criminal.
The second was a week ago, when I first saw my sister again. She was a perfects combination of my mom and dad. With the dark skin and hair color of my dad, and the bright green eyes of my mom. She was so pretty. It opened a whole gate of unknown territory. I hate to cry, but with seeing her, I couldn't help it. To think she was alive, that she had just gone to a different dimension, it was a miracle. She was smart, too. She asks a lot of questions until she knows everything. She was nice too, not a weird nice like an English teacher, but like a motherly nice. She's always curious, nice, and calm.
Elle acts like a protective older sister. She's a couple of years older than Jemma, in the nineteen-twenty range. She's nice, and always working. There's a man that lives down the block that she helps out all the time. I've bugged Jemma telling her she should get a job too, so Elle isn't the only one fending for them.
And Laye. Serenity told me endlessly about Laye. She's arrogant and over honest. She has a snarky comment for everything dumb. Mom used to be like that. Laye reminds me of a lot of people, actually. More than just my mother.
I love them. A little voice inside of me always says not to get attached, but I can't help it. I've already forgiven Serenity, and all five of us have been living together the past week. It's been the best time, living with my sister again.
Which brings me back here. I have to get out of the darkness. It's enough to drive someone mad, just standing here in a isolate cell. Nothing to see, to take in, to interact with. Nothing but the constant footsteps outside the cell, where I assume guards are surrounding the entire thing.
I can't teleport anywhere, either. Usually I just think of a place and then bam, there I am. I think there's too much on my mind.
There was a sound like a shriek, but it was gone instantly. I'm back in total silence. My wrists are raw from trying to escape the handcuffs. They've handcuffed everything they could think of. Binding my wrists, ankles, knees, neck, and keeping my mouth shut was a muzzle. Do they think I'd try eating my way out? Maybe, they're kind of stupid.
This cell is overwhelming.
Jemma, where are you?