Chapter One: The Asylum

I sit in my bed, staring at the white walls all around me. They say they're looking for a way to cure me. They say they're trying to help me. I know that they're lying. You want to know why? Because there is no way to cure me. I don't have a disease. They put me in here because they think I have a problem. What I have is no mere problem. They have no idea what is 'wrong' with me. They think they know everything.

They don't.

I've been trapped in this hell hole for nearly a year, waiting for my family to come. And they'll come soon. The doctors told me so. I know what you're probably thinking. You're thinking that I miss them, right?

Well you're wrong!

I don't miss them at all. I just want them to come so I can make my escape. No, I won't escape with them. I'm going to escape in front of them. Sure, I can walk out of here without them noticing that I'm gone, but you see, I want to leave this place with a bang! And it's going to happen. Just you wait.

You're probably wondering how I'm going to escape this asylum when they make it so escape proof. And you want to know how I'm going to do it?

I'm going to walk right through the front door.

They won't catch me. You want to know why?

Because I can become invisible. They'll never catch me because they'll never see me.

If the people who run this place found out what was really wrong with me, they would probably send me to a place much worse than this one. One that is nearly impossible to escape from. That's why I have to keep my new powers a secret.

Yes, powers. Plural.

Not only can I become invisible, but I can move things with my mind.

I've been developing this power while I've been trapped in here. When they're not looking, I've been practicing. It's rather difficult if you ask me, but it gets easier the more I practice. I might be the only person in the world who can do this, but then again, I might not.

I won't have any idea where to go after this, but I'm sure I'll figure something out.

I've stolen enough money so that I can buy food. It should last me at least a few weeks. Two weeks at the least if I'm careful enough. That should be enough time to find out where to go and what to do with the rest of my life.

I'll risk anything and everything to get out of here and to stay out of the hands of the people who would want to catch me.

You see, they brought me in here because they thought my 'problem' was in my brain. They thought that I couldn't understand them sometimes because I would totally blank out for minutes at a time. I would scream in the middle of the night for no reason. I would yell at nothing. I would talk to myself.

But do you want to know why I did this?

Because no one cared about me.

No one talked to me. No one comforted me. I screamed because no one cared. I just wanted someone to care. I would yell at nothing because I wanted to yell at something. I would talk to myself because there was no one else to talk to. Another reason they sent me here was because of my...fits.

I don't really know what happens, but someone said that I would usually scream and fall on the ground and something in the room would explode or break or move.

They never thought it was because of me, of course. They thought it was just some other supernatural thing happening. They thought something was possessing me. But they're wrong, because I'm the only person in my body. I'm the only one who controls my brain.

It's not my fault that I'm this way.

I become quiet as my door opens and someone walks into my room to give me my food.

I'm not allowed out of my room.

"Thanks." I say to the person.

"You're welcome, Miss Allistor." she says to me.

Miss Allistor.

I don't know why they call me by my last name, but I don't like it. My last name connects me to them. Those monsters that everyone calls my family. They aren't my family. They abuse me. They yell at me. They always hurt me. They hurt me so much.

Allistor is such an ugly name.

Call me Erin.

At least, that's what I think they used to call me.

No, wait. Don't call me Erin. If they used to call me that, then I don't like it.

How about Myria?

Yes, that'll do.

I'm Myria no last name.


Someone else opens my door and comes into my room.

"You're family is here Miss Allistor." they say.

I smile wickedly.

It's time for my escape.

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