Chapter Three - Losing patience (Edited)

The days have been pretty routine. Getting up, eating simple food, wearing big and not very warm clothes, occasionally not eating dinner due to "accidents" like some kid bumping into me and my food spilling, ending up cleaning the mess, and also being "educated" by Martha for being so careless and disrespectful to the food.

I try to resist, like the adult I am, but it is still frustrating,

I hadn't lived in a glorious or eccentric environment before, but I had the money to satisfy my needs and occasional whims. But now?

I am all the time confined to a small plot of ground, if I try to demand better treatment I am punished. My hands and body are of little use, and I have no way to survive if I were to run away from here.

Today again there was a visiting couple, with much expectation I spent it with smiles, unfortunately, the older the child, the more complicated it is to highlight the adorableness or tenderness.

On this particular occasion, the couple seemed interested in taking in someone not so young. Like a little flattering cat, I stayed close, was not very restless, and was very sociable, although I was not the only one trying to get the favor of those people I tried to make an effort, this time maybe I would be lucky, and I could get out of this horrendous place of hardship since that couple after several days of talks they saw me encouragingly. Because of how well-behaved, I was. Unfortunately, the rest of the children were resentful.

I was eating less and less each day due to their "little" oversights of bumping into me and pretending I had hurt them, so they would make me sleep in the punishment room or wake me up at night. Adding the continuous methods of picking on me, I found myself very irritable and one day I just exploded, I felt so upset that something in me burst out and a girl's hair somehow strangely caught fire, not only her hair, but some clothes did too.

Martha and the couple who were talking in their office arrived because of the hustle and bustle, I felt bad, tired and as if somehow I had lost my energy, once Martha called the firemen and sent the girl to the hospital she demanded explanations and everyone said that I had done something strange again.

I was in the middle of everyone, and I was the only one from head to toe that was fine, and the rest had small wounds and scrapes, no matter how I explained it, even though I didn't understand what had happened, anyway looking at the way everyone looked at me with fear including the couple I realized that I had ruined it.

The next few weeks everyone avoided me, on one hand, I felt comfortable not being bothered anymore on the other hand it was very lonely, I had even lost my bed partner, which gave me more time to meditate on the fire of that day, I felt that something ran out after all that ignited.

So far since the day I woke up in this new place, I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary, at most, there wasn't as much technology as in my first life, although I was certainly on the same planet it was obvious that it was years further back than my first birth.

The fire thing was certainly something weird, I tried to recreate how I felt, all that avalanche of emotions, trying to create fire or something different in my environment, I felt again that something arose from inside me, but it was only fleeting and I just felt exhausted.

Day by day I tried everything until unexpectedly one afternoon while cleaning I accidentally threw a vase, I stretched my hand in a null attempt to save it, and it certainly did not fall, but it was not my hand that saved it, but something else in front of me was floating, I kept looking at it when I heard that glass fell behind me which surprised me and when I looked away the vase fell, someone had seen the vase floating in front of me, it was clear that I would have a big problem.

Although even with the storm that was coming my way, I felt euphoric to feel again that sensation of that day.