One day within 1989, 43 infants are unexpectedly born. Strangely, none of the woman who had given birth to the infants had shown any sign or pregnancy the day or morning before hand. Billionaire Reginald Hargreeves shortly after adopts 8 infants aft...
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I stood in front of the table, it was quite long, but rather elegant. It was brown with patterns down the sides. There had been multiple objects standing aside each-other in a row. Obviously from smallest to biggest. The sound of heavy foot steps caught my attention, i look over quickly. But I could already tell who it was based off the loudness and hardness of each step. It was dad, but followed along side him was Grace who flashed me a small smile as she saw me. In which, i return a soft one back. "Number eight," I look straight ahead. "Ready?" we've done this several times this week, it's honestly gotten quite exhausting. I've tried so many times yet i can only get half way though the row of objects, i usually start to struggle at 5th, which is a little over half way through.
"Are you ready, Y/n?" Mom asked as she walked forward, though it was strange. I had my suspicions. He never brought mom along with him. He thought having any body with me would be distracting. I wanted to ask, but i assume it'll be better if i stay quiet. "Now, let's start back from where we began yesterday, number eight. Focus on the object, don't just stare at it as if it'll move it self. You must put in the effort." The same thing every time. As if i aren't trying.
I've only accomplished moving the objects a few times. I sigh and 'focus' on the object, the first one was a cup anyways. I'm supposed to pick it up, then lower it back down. But it isn't doing anything. This is so stupid. It's obviously going to take time to get perfect. but he works the heck out of me more and more. I sigh in frustration: "I can't do it!" i shout, crossing my arms as i look down, wallowing in my own frustration. "You only fail if you don't believe not try. If you sit there and stare upon yourself you'll never get anything done." he practically spat, staring at me in dissapointment. I feel myself on verge of tears, not because i was sad, but i was frustrated and exhausted. I wanted to go to bed, get this over with. "You can do it, y/n. Just, try all you can. You can do it!." i could tell it was Mom, and you could hear the sympathy in her voice.
I swallow the lump in my throat as it had gotten stuck previously before. I stare at the object once again. "Picture it in your mind, dear." i nod and i squint my eyes shut, studying upon the sound around me. I could hear a ringing, no idea where it was coming from. "Good." i ignore the words and focus on the short sound of ringing from around me. Which, to be honest, i couldn't tell if it was just me who heard it. I open my eyes, but based off the lack of sound or expression, i assumed they hadn't heard it. I push away my thoughts, keeping my focus on the imagery in my head. The ringing got louder and louder to the point i couldn't tell what Dad was saying though i saw the movements of his lips.
Suddenly, everything flies up at once, including the table, and any objects around, like chairs, or vases. Dad looks up, observing each once. "Remarkable." i hear dads words and i suddenly snap back to reality, the ringing dies down and the objects all let loose, hitting the floor, which did involve in certain objects breaking. -
(this room is made up btw, no idea if it could exist or if there was something similar but-)
I was frustrated, no idea why. I get in these moods sometimes. Well, quite frequently actually. And right now was about to be one of the times. There was nothing in particular that set me off, but i was having a rather horrible day, for no reason. I just didn't feel excited at all, i woke up in a bad mood and proceeded in one. Once dad noticed this he sent me back to a room, it kind of looked like a day care room, but for older kids in a way. It didn't have tons of toys filled within the room, well, it had a few but not a ton. It had pastel colored walls and white shelves that held multiple objects, like note books, pencils, pens, markers and other things. Even rows of books. But that didn't do anything for me, i have no idea why he sent me in here.
But i'm alone, maybe it's better that way. I whip my head around as i hear the door open, walked in I saw grace. I loved her, she was the sweetest. While Dad practically used us for his enjoyment, scientific experiments and "saving the world." She would treat us as actual human beings, encouraging us. But seeing her didn't calm me down a bit. "Y/n!" she flashed a smile as she walked near the table i had been seated at. "Are you hungry?" I shake my head, i had my eyes steadied on her. I knew Dad sent her up here im obvious attempt to help me. "Well, you need to eat something. You denied breakfast this morning as well as lunch." so what? I wasn't hungry.
"Come on, how about i make you some of your favorite? Y/F/F?" "I'm not hungry!" i shouted, i noticed some of the glasses broke in place. I watched the smile on her face fade a bit but she kept it as a small smile. "Now, y/n. You must eat something if you want to stay healthy." "I said no!" she was really making me more mad then i had been. I've said no 3 different times now, i've shaken my head and said it out loud and she keeps pushing it. "At least a snack. I'll get you some berries." she kept the smile on her face as she walked over to the fridge that had been on the other side of the room, she quickly returns with a bowl full of berries.
"Come on, y/n. You need to eat dear." she places the bowl in front of me. "I said, No! I'm not hungry." i shout, tears sled down my face, "Leave me alone!" i scream at the top of my lungs, till i quickly widen my eyes as i watch her body fly across the room, quickly hitting into the wall, oh no, i did that! I felt my eyes widen as i stared at her, her head was facing in the direction of the wall whilst her body was facing my direction. She slowly rises up, rotating her head around to face back in my direction. I can't lie that looks terrifying, I quickly start to pick berries out of the bowl as she walks forward smiling. "Good."
(yes i totally copied a vanya scene, but as you read farther into the story you'll see why.) -
