Poisonous engines growled past us outside the pull-up window that blocked us inside a cramped room with only two bedrooms where half of our belongings rested on.

Mum was in the small bathroom next to the short hallway towards the door exit, water was heard pounding onto the wet, slippery floor, sounding dampened.

My knees were up against my face, hiding me away from the glowing, gleeful light, trying to remember any of my emotional moments, which never approached me a single bit.

Just a dull light floating inside an endless space, finding no new openings for a second chance.

The sound of rushing water suddenly stops with sounds of a clicking handle and a door calmly opening, letting the smell of steaming water flood the room instantly.

"At least look at the light" Mum chuckled, getting my attention as she fumbled herself onto the bed in front of me, rubbing her towel into her dripping, tangled hair.

"Ah—sorry, the sun hurts my eyes" My motionless voice speaks out.

"You know, it's refreshing hearing your voice again" Mum continued, chirping brightly.

"Sorry for not speaking, I guess," I said, glimpsing outside the window, catching the scenes of cheerful crowds.

"Stop with your sarcasm" Mum chuckled, being heard loud since she leaned towards me, placing her cold, soft-textured hand on my left cheek, leaving a kiss mark from pressing her lips onto my head.

That kiss mark was left on my forehead as we moved outside the hotel building, finding another place to stay in so we would never be caught.

We skipped down the road, feeling the relaxed eyes on us, leaving us both in our own world, letting us have our fun time before everything came crumbling down again.

Was this what emotions felt like?

Feeling anxious about every move we made?

I honestly don't care.

I just wanted to spend the rest of my life with my mum.

This place we were at was a cafeteria that was kindly made for the homeless people to survive on, no money was not needed to have food go down our mouths, we were allowed freely to eat anything we want so that's what we did.

After the joyful time mum had, we camped in the restaurant after the owner of this building told us there were spare rooms upstairs homeless people were living in.

Listening to what they said, we made our way up the small stairways, turned the right hallway and wet down to the last room that was located right between the left room and the right room, having a recently painted look on it.

It was just a normal hotel kind of room with two one size beds being the majority of the whole room next to the small bathroom we may need.

"No money was used today it seems" Mum laughed quietly, dropping her belongings on her bed and heading to sleep.

I did the same thing.

Loud banging awoke us in the dark, freezing night, screaming and shouting was heard from downstairs alongside tables, chairs, glasses, and plates being smashed onto the floor, cashing a destructive ruckus.

Catching on what was happening, me and mum jumped out of our beds, looking for a way to escape when our door was smashed widely open, sending pieces of wood everywhere.

There stood our bloodthirsty father, blood drooled out from his mouth that was covered in blood as well, but it seemed like the blood got caught onto him when someone went down.

"Well hi! Nice seeing my wonderful family again!" My father yelled, showing his unstoppable rage.

"Honey, please! Just leave us alone!" Mum cried loudly, unravelling the strong guard she had on this entire time.

"I don't give a shit about you!" Dad snapped back, immediately approaching me with a raised, shaking hand that eventually slapped across my cheeks, leaving a red, tamed mark.

"Weakness?" I spurted out, freezing dad in his place instantly "Why were your hands shaking, dad?" I asked straight afterwards.

"Because it was cold, moron!" Dad answered.

I turned my head from the floor to his face, seeing his taut brow and his half-open face, revealing the mask he was wearing for his entirety of our lives.

"Your face doesn't say that though" I calmly replied, "Why would an abusive bastard be so afraid of his own family he beats up for entertainment?" I added, feeling something mysterious run through me.

Speechless from my answer, he fell onto the floor, holding his face where tears streamed down his wasted face, puzzling the expectations of his own wife, who just stood in shock and confusion.

"I couldn't hold it in anymore...someone from the higher-ups blackmailed me into these things" My father cried, "They said if I do anything, they would torture us so depression made me become the way I am now" He added on.

"What was their name?" I asked.

"Benjamin Sabel-" Father's voice cried out, getting interrupted by a male voice.

"You're pathetic, Richard" The male voice chuckled from the dark hallways, covering his identity.

Bullets fired afterwards, making it unclear where it went and inexperienced with my super speed, I couldn't stop it from happening, forcing me to hear a female grunt before sounds of a heavy body dropping onto the floor, following my father's loud cries.

"Alexandria!" Richard screamed in a disastrous voice.

Something that day clicked inside me, something that unlocked my true powers.

Everything levitated off the floor, tables and beds, lights from inside the building crashed apart, sudden fires raised from the safe carpets, leaving its toxic smell run past my nose.

Every coloured lightning cracked around me aggressively, some coloured lightning zapped between my father and the shadowed man, making it dangerous for anyone close by.

The roof above me started crumbling, the floor underneath me started crumbling.

Cars outside started beeping, sirens started screaming, trees and buildings started collapsing from outside my room.

Then my vision slowed down, I charged towards the shadow man, using all the strength I had to punch this figure across their unidentified face.

Once it connected.

A massive bang was heard, a shockwave from my kiddish fist elaborated the figure into pieces, sending another shockwave that wiped everything from existence, a twenty-six-mile crate wide and downwards appeared under my floating body.

Seeing nothing in sight for miles, still hearing things crumble from far distances.

I learnt what I experienced was all my bottled up rage.

To Be Continued...