Escape The Lies

Back in solitary confinement at the orphanage, Joe fell asleep and while he slept, he began to shiver as he started to feel the cold around him which was weird because he was never bothered by the cold before so, why now? He woke up shivering, clad in nothing but his underwear. He needed to get out of the room, he couldn't take the intense cold. He began hitting the door and called for help but no one answered his cries.

Joe fell to the floor and was starting to lose feeling in his muscles. He held out his hand in desperation and touched the door with his finger. His touch seemed to somehow unlock the door from inside. The bolts clicked open and the padlocks broke off and the door creaked open.

Joe got up and ran out of the cold room. He ran along the corridors and whenever he got close to a door, it would open by itself. His palms were as bright as the sun and he looked at them with confusion. Weird things had happened to Joe before but nothing as weird as this. He didn't think too much about it but instead saw it as a golden opportunity to finally escape. Thankfully, it was past sleeping curfew so the nuns were all asleep, making it easier to move around without being seen.

He ran outside and wanted to run out through the main gate but then he remembered Kurt and decided to go back for him.

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"Kurt? Kurt, wake up!" Joe whispered as he shook him awake.

"What? What's happening? Joe? How did you...?" Kurt asked.

"No time to explain. I'm about to escape. Do you want to come with me?" Joe asked.

"But...where will we go?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know but we'll figure it out together."

"I don't think this is a good idea, Joe." Kurt told him. He was scared to leave because they knew nothing about the world they would saunter into if they escaped.

"This is our chance to finally be free. Don't you want that? Come on Kurt, let's do it. Let's be free." Joe said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Alright. Let's do it." Kurt said, bought in by Joe's excitement and enthusiasm.

Joe put on some clothes and the both of them ran out of the sleeping quarters and out the orphanage, into the night and the unknown to begin a new phase of their lives

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Meanwhile, Lydia was still shaking her head in denial. She wasn't adopted, she said to herself and ran out of the huge room. She searched the house, looking for her mother so she could get the truth. She found her outside instructing the maids who were setting up some decorations for their little all-girls celebration.

Miss Eunice saw her daughter and immediately noticed the tears in her eyes. She went to her and tried to hold her but Lydia moved away from her touch.

"Is it true, Mother? Am I really not your child?" She asked with so much pain in her voice.

Miss Eunice's expression changed and she sighed in frustration, "I planned to tell you when you turned eighteen. Lydia, you are my daughter. You may not have come out of me but I love you all the same."

"You've been lying to me this whole time. Where's my real family?" She demanded to know.

"I am your family, dove. I'm your mother, now and always. Please, don't hate me for loving you." Miss Eunice begged, now also crying.

"You don't love me. And you are not my family. You're just a woman who took pity on one child among hundreds." Lydia cried out and ran away, heading for her room.

"Lydia, wait!" Her mom called out and chased after her.

Lydia ran upstairs and into her room. She slammed the door and wanted to lock it but it didn't have a lock. She could hear her Mother calling out her name but she was too upset and didn't want to see her.

Lydia was so heartbroken and emotionally fragile and it forced her power to finally manifest for the very first time ever. Her right palm began to glow brightly and would cause things to push away whenever she faced it in their direction. She was sad, scared and confused and had no idea what was happening to her.

Her mom was about to open the door and Lydia panicked. She raised her palm at the door's direction and pushed it close so her Mother couldn't come inside the room.

"Lydia, please open the door," Her mother begged from outside and was wondering why she couldn't open it because she knew it didn't have a lock.

"Just leave me alone," Lydia screamed and her palm glowed even brighter.

"I can explain everything, just let me in." Her mother pleaded.

Lydia didn't want her mom to see what was happening with her palm. She tried to turn the light off but it wouldn't. She was scared that this strange part of herself would make her mother reject her. She was already insecure about being adopted. Add "freak" to the situation and there was no way her "mother" would still want her.

She decided to run away instead of having her mother face her like this. She opened her window and crawled out of it. She was so high up and was scared of falling but she scaled the ledge anyway. She suddenly slipped and fell. She screamed out in horror but just as she was about to hit the ground, she slowed down in the air and landed softly on the ground in one piece.

There was no time to wrap her head around what was happening. She took off her shoes and ran as fast as she could into the night, hearing the echoes of her mother's screams calling out her name but she didn't stop. She was too scared to.