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The following excerpt you are about to read represents a concise presentation of a very intriguing and fascinating individual. The following events represent real life situations that have not been altered nor distorted in any way. An extremely trustworthy and mighty legend once said that a human with insuppressible powers would be born on the fourth of August during the late nineties. This magnificent being would belong to the Leo star sign; thus promising a lovable and genuine personality. Up to this day, this human being has remained in hiding, fearing what society would do once they find out about the destructive powers contained within them. Some people claim to have met this hero, while others wish to catch a glimpse of their wafting soul. This person might be your best friend, classmate or maybe just a person you passed by while shopping for Christmas gifts. However, it just so happens that this so called ‘powerful’ human being is sitting with a pen and paper trying to come up with some interesting aspects and ideas about themselves in order to introduce themselves to the world.
This person is Aya Benotmane.
Sometimes, when the world is tinged with orange vibrant colors, i wonder if it was all worth it. All the pain, all the meds, all the constant screaming in my head. I remember the tightness around my arms as the guards secured the rough strap-jacket onto my frame. I remember the wild fear in the patients eyes’ as they took them one after the other to the procedure’s room. Their faces, once filled with determination, now looked haggard and distraught.
I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy.
Constant vivid nightmares chase me nightly. Nightmares so real that i cannot seem to cut the thread between reality and dreams anymore.
“It’s the afteraffect of the procedure,” Dr. Dason said. “She’ll return to her senses in about six months.”
It’s been a year till now. A year of sympathy etched faces and concerned voices. The constant “Oh auburn! Am so sorry.” sentences played through my head. A year of “Am sure it’ll all work out in the end.”
Oh but i know the truth.
“Auburn, please talk to me. Say anything! Anything at all! Please.” My mother said exsperatley. Her face is now hollow and dull. The effects of malnutrition and worry took their toll on her. Ofcourse, she’ll go back to the drugs.
Why speak when no one will listen to you anyway?
Although am behind closed doors, i hear everything. Constant arguements begining with “She’s ruined! Look at her jennifer! This is your fault!” No. Its all of your faults. and ending with Dr. Dason’s reassurance of making ‘it’ better.
See? After all of what you went through, you’re still just an object to them.
Before the procedure:
“You should take the procedure, it’ll make you feel way better than you are now.”
“Just take them off! You won’t need them anyway. Besides isn’t it better to just be normal?”
Oh but i am normal. We all are. It’s just that some of us are more unique than others.
I am not crazy. I am not an object.
They think they broke me. They think that they healed me of my curse, that i am ‘normal’ now. They think that i became what they wanted me to become.
They did not remove my darkness and my powerfulness. It’s still here brewing deep inside me, and it’s going to kill them all. One by one, like pebbles dropping down a cliff.
Ooh, I’ve got tingles. Now that’s a great way to introduce yourself.
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