They see me as a freak; a mutant to be studied and used. They want my Whisper, but they fear it too.
They finally took me off the drugs, trying to determine how I worked. I used my Whisper and they decided to send a message to my father, hidden in coordinates. They suddenly decided drugs weren’t necessary anymore. I Whispered and they called my father.
All it took was one small Whisper and they happily threw themselves through a fourth-story window.
I didn’t want to do it.
I just want to be normal. Why am I such a freak?