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Chapter 46 - 46. JUST THE DAMN BEGINNING

Directly after waking up and screaming for a bit, I got shipped to the hospital station. Cause I had missed too many meals, I was more dead than alive. I had solely lived on water and air like some dumb plant.

They didn't let me go eat cause I acted up; I still had not seen the fucking cafeteria and executed my plan to show dominance. But now the question was, would I even get the possibility to? 

If the bunch of enemies I made myself during my mental breakdown, that felt like it was my new normal state, came at me together, I would have no chance. No human would.

I laid on the hospital station and got myself my infusion on my second day in official prison; my fingers and wrist, as well as my ankles, were all bandaged up like my grandma (=Mummy). The cafeteria was awaiting me, as was my first shower in prison; both were a fucking hurdle.

When I got furious again, I promised myself to force Henry to hold his promise. If I get raped in here… No fuck. I had to find a way. Maybe get batteries and put it in a sock, or do they do this with soap? Or getting a toothbrush to be all sharp?

I flipped the coin in my mind, thinking of a few action films I had seen. My ability was ok, but to attack someone, it was garbage. I couldn't read the next move as fast as they would happen. Still, possibly I could train back from flipping the coin to just touching people and seeing visions. It would be a blast if I could see what happened next without touching someone. But I figured that my mental strength, training, or whatever had to be hardcore for this. The timing alone would warrant training—if I saw what happened next, but I also had to concentrate on an actual fight.

Still, without this ability, I would not have sought out the parallel world and wouldn't have had a trial in absence, no. Even with a real trial, they wanted me, and they would have gotten me.

Does it matter? No.

Right now, I wished to have at least a real coin in my hand—not the horror woman with the multiple hands covering her senses, but the one I trained tricks with, the one from my mother. 

From the moment back then, where I came to have the idea of using the coin as my catalyst. It was golden; it was light. I remember the exact moment I used it. It had some carvings in it—a floral pattern. I have no idea where the coin is right now. Everything had changed so fast after my mother's death, and when I came to ask myself for the coin, I already couldn't tell anymore.

Picturing the scene back then and moving my real arms simultaneously with my imaginary arms, I wished for my real golden coin.

Catching the imaginary coin in my mind and with my real hands, I really caught something.

"Haha." I think I am really losing it. Opening my hand, a golden coin lay in there. The fucking floral carving on it.

I knew at this moment I had found the weapon I needed.

My ability, my most precious ability, wasn't just looking into the past and future, glimpsing into parallel worlds. It was the overpoweredness that my hopeless, my destroyed life had needed right that moment.

"Sorry for cursing at you, Mum." I muttered, staring at my palm.

I think I am able to manipulate time and space.

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A theory is just a theory; proof was what was necessary to confirm it and make it reality. 

I always considered my ability to be the famous window, letting me see into the future, the past, and apparently also parallel dimensions.

And maybe that was absolutely right. But what if you wouldn't just watch through the window at the inside scenery, but instead reached inside, taking something out.

What would happen? Can something from the past exist in the here and now?

I saw the coin slowly disappearing in my palm. It can't.

But I had felt the hard surface; I could have gripped it in my palm, it was there.

So what if....? I flipped the coin while thinking. So what if I think back of my sharp kitchen knife, that I had used to cook, that I used to cut through flesh, with which I had threatened Henry. Let's say I throw the coin in my mind, repeating the activity with my hands again and again, but what I catch is not a coin but exactly this knife.

Looking at my hand, feeling the handle of the knife in it, and seeing the blade glinting in the light, I chuckled.

"Are you kidding me?" This really worked? Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, I made sure to remember the time.

I grabbed the hilt and rotated the knife in one hand, before gripping it and ramming it in my tight. This time, where I knew no arteries were. 

I had Henry stabbing me, Kenny2 stabbing me; what about Kenny? Kenny can't be left out.

I felt the stab; I could feel the pain; it was real; it was really fucking damn real.

My heartbeat accelerated as I watched the blood gushing out, simultaneously taking a look at the time.

The moment I noticed the knife disappearing from my hand, two minutes had passed. Looking at my bloody wound, I was in for the next miracle.

I saw it disappearing, leaving a big scar. Not a yearlong scar, but a pink one, only a few months old.

I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying not to cry, having found out that I was really a crybaby.

Are you kidding me? You're giving me a weapon that will disappear, not leave behind any kind of blood, but instead a scar that was as old as the memory I took the weapon from?

Have I ever hated this ability? No way. How could I have ever done that?

Ah, you lock me up inside a prison, and give me such an overpowered trait; are you playing with me? Fuck, I love it so much. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Thank you.

I thought everything would be over.

But it was not.

IT WAS JUST THE DAMN BEGINNING!