For the record, I hate this city. Dirty, crowded, chaotic. Unfortunately, everyone else seems to flock here. That's why he became the way he is. A mass population cannot exist in such a small area of ​​one square mile without such side effects. A bustling metropolis of technology and economics exudes light and rhythm, but it is always darkness I see, hidden in dark alleys, creeping in the shadows to suffocate city dwellers with pain and decay. My mother loved the city. He said it had "character". That's what she called him. Yes, like the "character" that a sociopath has. Before the accident, I think I liked it here. I'm sure at one time I found it very interesting and liberating. But a lot has changed since then. I have changed. I have the scar on my skull from the accident to prove my survival. The flag of my tragedy. The secret mark of... my gift. And now this city is my prison. It's the daily reminder of my mother's death, of how I couldn't save her, and of the irony of what I can't understand. I feel trapped here and can barely breathe. Someone slammed into me from behind and I sighed, straightening my blazer and turning up the volume on my iPhone. I absolutely hated taking the subway. It was crowded and smelled of sweat, old Chinese food and rusty metal. My only comfort was the large headphones that hugged my ears for my waist, allowing me escape. I lowered my head to look at the dirty metal floor of the subway car, letting my hair fall across my face like a dark shroud. Music blared in my ears as I closed my eyes, gripping the sticky metal pole and trying desperately to pretend I was somewhere else. I looked up when I felt the train start to slide... into the middle of the paper. ...the amazement receded and I remained frozen. Across the street was a girl wearing the same school uniform I was wearing. I had never seen her before and I knew she had never seen me. I was very good at remaining invisible in my academy. Well, I was good before, because now he looked me straight in the eyes. He had a strange, thoughtful smile on his face as he looked at me. He slowly raised his shining blue index and middle fingers to his eyes, and then pointed them at me. I grabbed the headphones tightly and slammed them back on my ears. Spinning on my heel, I turned and began walking towards the subway. I pushed the crowd aside, struggling to disappear into the street as quickly as possible. I let the dark, foreboding buildings and heaving crowds swallow me up. Someone knew my secret and now it was my life that could slip away.