After staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, I feel my anger starting to grow. The chances of the others finding m e before the creepy dude's boss gets here is slim. Am I really just going to sit here and wait for my death? Or worse? Hell no...
I focus on the ring around my neck and slowly start using my powers. It slowly starts heating up making me cringe but it only fuels my anger. I lift my right hand up and grip the front of it with gritted teeth.
Screw this... I close my eyes and concentrate on only using the smallest amount of power as I try to bend the metal. Suddenly, I get an idea. I sit up straight as I think about being able to control all substances. Shouldn't I be able to control this??
