Reflections
Seriously.
I have spent five years of my life in an asylum with paranoids, schizos and a colorful variety of scary crazy nutjobs. And I prefer those to the people I have met in the... eight years or so since. How come they seem sane compared to the crap that is allowed to wander around FREE?
My mutation is a great gift. Haha. I can cure people. Maybe I could even cure cancer and stuff. But I really don't feel like it. Actually, on some days, I actually feel like spreading it. Because healing means making sick too. People who are interested in alternative medicine and all the plants stuff know that. They use the same plants that would cause the symptoms in a healthy person, just in smaller doses, to counteract. I don't work that way though.
If I touch people, I feel their molecules, their cells, everything that makes them them. It is weird and absolutely impossible to describe, especially for someone with a limited vocabulary like me. I instantly know how old they are and if they have something in them, any kind of sickness, I know. Even if it is too early for the good old doctors to find it. Let's say someone has a tumor. Very small, yer undetected. I could just make sure it never grows. I could also speed up the growth and kill the person within montsh, weeks, hours. of course I could just let them have a heart attack.
Or let their dick rot off in an instant. Did that the other day, the idiot didn't believe me when I told him he'd regret it forever if he didn't take his dirty hands off me.
Apparently I am a mutant. I think that wis worse for my parents than having a crazy daughter.
So far I haven't met any other mutants, not knowingly at least. It's not like we're running around with a huge "m" on our forehead like a bunch of m&ms. Of course there are some that have mutations that are obvious. I'd definitely remember someone with gills and green skin or something.
If people realize that I am a mutant they often freak out. Even after I helped them and I rarely feel like doing that anyway. So I stopped that altogether. If there's a terrible explosion nearby at some primary school or something and there are screaming children with half burnt bodies piling up, don't call me.
I have spent five years of my life in an asylum with paranoids, schizos and a colorful variety of scary crazy nutjobs. And I prefer those to the people I have met in the... eight years or so since. How come they seem sane compared to the crap that is allowed to wander around FREE?
My mutation is a great gift. Haha. I can cure people. Maybe I could even cure cancer and stuff. But I really don't feel like it. Actually, on some days, I actually feel like spreading it. Because healing means making sick too. People who are interested in alternative medicine and all the plants stuff know that. They use the same plants that would cause the symptoms in a healthy person, just in smaller doses, to counteract. I don't work that way though.
If I touch people, I feel their molecules, their cells, everything that makes them them. It is weird and absolutely impossible to describe, especially for someone with a limited vocabulary like me. I instantly know how old they are and if they have something in them, any kind of sickness, I know. Even if it is too early for the good old doctors to find it. Let's say someone has a tumor. Very small, yer undetected. I could just make sure it never grows. I could also speed up the growth and kill the person within montsh, weeks, hours. of course I could just let them have a heart attack.
Or let their dick rot off in an instant. Did that the other day, the idiot didn't believe me when I told him he'd regret it forever if he didn't take his dirty hands off me.
Apparently I am a mutant. I think that wis worse for my parents than having a crazy daughter.
So far I haven't met any other mutants, not knowingly at least. It's not like we're running around with a huge "m" on our forehead like a bunch of m&ms. Of course there are some that have mutations that are obvious. I'd definitely remember someone with gills and green skin or something.
If people realize that I am a mutant they often freak out. Even after I helped them and I rarely feel like doing that anyway. So I stopped that altogether. If there's a terrible explosion nearby at some primary school or something and there are screaming children with half burnt bodies piling up, don't call me.