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I woke up several hours later to the voice of a man right down my ear. My eyes shot open and I tried my best to jump upwards but he'd grabbed my arms and was now dragging me through the bedroom. I stayed deadly silent even though inside I felt like I could scream out and cry a river's worth of tears. It seemed like a long, long journey; much longer than the last, which obviously meant I was headed to a different room and, naturally, that scared the living shit out of me, but I kept it hidden from my expression. I couldn't let them know how much I was hurting deep inside, because then they'd use it to manipulate me further and I was pretty sure that would only cause my currently wavering mental health to spiral downwards at alarming rates. I couldn't handle much more, 'else I'd have some sort of fit or some shit.

After what seemed like an eternity of being dragged down a seemingly endless hallway, I was brought to a door and taken inside of another small white room, only this time it had a single chair with some sort of contraption hanging just above it. It looks like a helmet of some sort and I did not like the look of it, so I could feel myself hesitating as they let go and told me to take a seat. I walked slowly but picked up my pace as I felt some guys hand pushing into my back, prompting me to speed up. Once sat down, the man lowered the helmet to my height and it suddenly clamped around my head. I winced at the uncomfortable feeling, but bit my tongue and stopped myself from whimpering.

I opened my eyes and looked upwards, spotting a mirror built into the wall just in front of me. It was probably one of those mirrors where you can see through it on one side and not the other. I was obviously on the side where I couldn't see through, so there was most likely someone watching me from the other side. Another beep rang through the room and I frowned, before a voice echoed around me. "We're going to run you through a single test now, Daniel, okay?" the voice, who was presumably male, spoke and paused for a moment. After receiving no form of a verbal response from me, he continued. "We're going to give you something... something light in weight. You're going to see if you can move it without using your body," he said and with each word my expression looked more and more confused.

Are they fucking crazy? I mean... they were talking about telekinesis, right?

With that, another brutish male walked into the room, holding an average A4 piece of paper in his hand. He ordered me to hold my hand out and, hesitantly, I complied. Soon afterwards, he ripped a corner off the paper and placed the small ripped piece in the centre of my palm. I looked at it for a moment, before shifting my gaze towards the mirror once more. "Now what?" I asked and the room fell to silence for a moment, the man standing back a bit, before the voice spoke up again. "Okay, now that you have the paper, you're going to need to relax. Sit back a bit, control your breathing and clear your thoughts. This won't work if you're tense and stressed." Again, I was a bit hesitant but after a moment or so, I complied. I sat back in the seat a bit more and relaxed my entire body, except for the hand that held the paper. I tried my best to clear my thoughts and after a while, the test continued. "Run one hand over the paper. Get used to its energy." I lifted one hand and brushed it across the length of the paper a few times, then dropped it to my side. I had no idea what they were talking about when it came to energy but hopefully they'd realise I had no special 'talent' and they'd let both me and Kai go.

"How do you feel?" the man asked and my eyes opened slightly so that I was able to look towards the mirror. I took a moment to answer that as I thought of a less cocky response. After what seemed like at least half a minute of staring at the mirror, I managed to fumble a response. "I feel the exact same way as when I entered the room; bored as fuck." I looked back down at the paper after the man told me to just hang on for a short while longer, that if I held out maybe something would happen. And, to my surprise, something did happen, but it took damn near forever. As if by magic, or something similar, the paper shifted from one space on my hand to the very edges of my fingertips, before it fell over the edge and drifted slowly to the floor. I looked up at the mirror in disbelief and the room was silent for a good minute or so, before the man spoke. "Thank you, Daniel. You may leave now."

The man, who I assumed was something alone the lines of a prison guard by now, came over and unclamped the headgear from around my forehead and the back of my head, and lead me out of the room. I was unusually more compliant than before, although I was still sceptical of what went on back there. It had to be the breeze... maybe someone had opened the door without me noticing and the wind from the hallway blew it out of my hand. Yeah... that had to be it... Yeah, no... It had to be. I felt so weak then; I mean, they actually had me debating with myself before if I was some sort of mental patient, and then they tried to convince me I had the ability to move objects... I had no idea what these people were really up to but I did not like it either way.

As soon as I was thrown back into my bedroom, I moved over to my bed and sat down on the end of it, my legs crossed and my hands in my lap, feeling fairly fidgety all of a sudden. I looked up at the door every now and then but other than that, I stayed as still as I could, fighting the urge to move around.