What I Never Asked For

I never asked to be this way. Never did I solicit my creator from clay to mold me of this. I am what I am and there's no escape 'till I meet my doom. 

I was 9 when I discovered it, neither a blessing nor curse, neither gifted nor cursed upon me, I found myself within arm's reach of people's consciousness. It is a superpower I suppose its cause I do not know, how to manipulate it I barely fathom. I looked down on everyone and everything since then in a condescending manner, everything became inferior than I, everything I wanted I could achieve with minimal effort. Controlling people's thoughts became my play toy and it was relatively easy for a long time. I made money by twisting rich businessmen's thoughts into giving me money. I was robbing the robbers, and it felt good.  I made a fortune notwithstanding I never needed it since I never reached a hand into my pockets when I could convince random humans to give me whatever I desired. My life was suddenly put on easy mode and I became sedimentary in my thoughts and actions, I was idle and passive, nothing held value for me, everything was dispensable, animate and inanimate. My heart was pumping but I was dead, my thoughts were gushing but emotions gone. Was this the end of it all?

      Fate said otherwise. It was a cold October night, the snow covered the streets like sheets of paper killing everything beneath it. I decided I needed a meal when I entered the nearest cafe and looked the waiter straight in the eyes and made him believe it was imperative to get me a meal. Everything became slow, sound progressively became a higher pitch, light became intense, objects lost their definite contour and became colourful silhouettes. A dark man came upon me and spoke these words in a rather slow manner: "Welcome to the hell of your making."

I woke up tied to a desk chair. Nine men gathered around me in a semicircle all with blank expressions on their faces. "Did you think you were the only one? Did you believe you could achieve all this without consequences? We followed you from far and we have caught up with you at last, this is where we give you the choice. We are arranging a major bank heist, we are far stronger and more capable than you, but we need a tenth member. Either you join us or you join the dead."

Honestly, there was a moment when I thought it a grand idea but it wasn't worth the effort. "Do you really want to waste your time chasing what has no significant value, is it all worth it? Do you really believe it would make you any happier if you gained more material objects? Life is meant for the living, and I have died. I will not be part of your silly clique. Give up on whatever you were hoping for, it will turn you into an insatiable beast, let go of your earthly chains and embrace the void, the nothingness is what we all aspire." He eyed me, still no readable emotions on his face. "As you wish." 

He began using his force to manipulate me yet again, I will not be part of his idiotic charade, I fought back. I strained my thoughts. I put all effort in, I was determined, but all those years of rest left my mind atrophied and feeble I had no chance against him, if I fought hard enough he would not be able to induce me into mind manipulation, but it would kill me. So I did just that, I gave it my wall. A dark vignette came from the edges and my perception weakened. Colours faded into grey, this was the end, that was for sure. No turning back, nothing anymore. I blacked out. Coal-black took over and that was all. 

Humans will always be the greedy beasts they are. Savages of the jungle is what we'll always be, no hope for anything superior. Humanity in itself, is riddled with fallacies without a cure, their greed and self-worship will forever fester and will eternally leave them the shaved apes they are.