I woke up in a dark room. I don't know what time, or day, it was but I somehow knew it wasn't the same day I fell asleep. I heard the door squeak.
"Who . . . who's there?" I asked, scared out of my wits.
"It's me, Joe."
"Get away!"
"No, it's my job to take away your powers," he said, pulling something out of his pocket.
"What is that?" I asked.
"It's a needle. The government doesn't want anyone to have powers."
"Why does Charlie still have his powers?" I challenged.
Joe looked at me, clearly annoyed. "Because Charlie works for the government."
"Nuh-uh."
Then the door squeaked again, an old man walked in.
"Charlie?" I breathed.
"Hello Sadie. It was nice pretending to be a friend to you."
"YOU TRAITOR!" I screamed at him, "I thought you were my friend. You wanted me to find Matilda Jane Myers."
"Matilda Jane Myers doesn't exist. I only said that so you wouldn't be around your house when Joe, Dave, and Gage broke in." Charlie said with a mischievous smile.
"But, but Charlie, I thought you were my friend," I repeated myself.
"It's amazing how nice people can be at first, isn't it Sadie?"
"But Charlie, why did you do this to my parents? They didn't do anything to you!" I screamed at him.
"That's that same thing she said to me when we broke into her house," Joe murmured.
"One answer: I work for the government."
I gasped. "But . . . but . . . but . . . does Joe and the gang work for the government too?"
"Yes, they do," Charlie said, and then he turned to Joe, "She knows too much already. Get the needle in her and take her to an orphanage."
"Shouldn't I take away her powers?" Joe asked.
"Yes, do that and when you're done take her to the orphanage."
I felt the needle stab it's self into my skin. The pain was unbearable. I wanted to die, right there, right now. I desperately wanted it grab the needle and make Joe feel the pain he was putting me through. I couldn't, I just couldn't. I was too weak.
And then, the pain was gone, not my weakness, just the pain.
"You'll feel weak for a while," said Joe. "You're normal."
The word "normal" stuck to me like glue. I couldn't be normal. There's no way.
The next thing I knew I was being pushed into the car again, with Gage and Dave listening to the rap music. This time I was put in the back seat.
"Where are you taking me now?" I asked.
"To the orphanage." Joe replied buckling my seat belt.
"I can do that myself!" I snapped at him
Joe ignored me and kept on buckling me. I slapped his hand. Joe screamed.
"It wasn't that hard," I said. "Toughen up.
Joe showed me his hand. It was red where I slapped him.
"Give me the duck tape that's in the front!" he yelled at Gage.
"Here ya go boss," Gage said throwing the duck tape to Joe.
Joe caught it and then pulled on the duck tape to get it out. He cut it with his teeth, and he put it towards my mouth.
"You can't do that!" I screamed at him.
"Oh yes I can," he replied and put the duck tape on my mouth.
Joe slammed the door shut and climbed into the driver's seat and drove off to the orphanage. The whole way I made moaning noises.
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When we got to the orphanage there was a woman standing in front waiting.
"Are you dropping off Sadie Grace Hagen?" she asked.
Joe nodded and opened the door of the back seat and ripped off the duck taped that was on my mouth. I screamed. He then grabbed my arm and dragged me to the woman. I stood in front of her waiting for something to happen. Maybe Mom and Dad got free and are coming to get me.
"Are you coming or are you not?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"Are you coming or are you not?" she asked a second time.
"Uh . . . sure."
We walked into a brightly lit room. I could tell right away that it was her office.
"Sit," she commanded.
I sat.
"So," she said sitting down on the chair in front of me. "Are you scared about coming here?"
"Yes, and no," I replied.
"Okay. Oh, before we go any farther, let me introduce myself. I'm Ms. Willow Edwards. You may call me Ms. Willow."
Ms. Willow was a beautiful woman. She looked like she was in her late twenty's or early thirty's. Her hair was a golden yellow and her eyes were a chocolate brown. She was an angel.
Apparently Ms. Willow saw my lack of concentration.
"Well, we should take you to your room shall we?"
I just nodded.
She led me to a big room with tons of beds. There were children everywhere. Some were two, and others were seventeen. I noticed a girl in the back with hair exactly like Ms. Willow's. She noticed me staring at her she smiled and then drifted to the picture she was holding.
Ms. Willow led me to the bed that I would sleep at. All my stuff was there. I figured that Charlie packed it. And on the dresser next to the bed was a picture of my parents. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed to picture. I sat on the bed staring at it. And then, I cried.
