[ WP ] At birth you were determined to be a great threat to society , too dangerous to be held in a facility . As you grew up everyone around you were actors , staging a scenario to prevent you from realizing your abilities . Today , for the first time , one of the actors has made a major error .

Since I can remember I always had this same nightmare, I am standing in different scenarios focusing on crushing a random object with my mind and as soon as I accomplish it all my friends will just shoot me down and then I wake up. 
 
 Yesterday I went to my psychologist to talk about my most recent nightmare which happened in my room and I found that really weird since it was a first. 
 
 `` Why do you try to break things in your dreams'' He asked. 
 
 `` I dont know, its just instinstive I feel pleasure everytime I do it'' 
 
 `` Have you ever tried to destroy something with your mind outside of a dream?'' He inquiried while he looked straight to my eyes 
 
 `` No that I remember, thats would be nonsense'' I responded and I let out a small laughter 
 
 `` Do these nightmares feel real for you?'' He asked 
 
 `` Some of them feel like real life and some doesnt'' I replied 
 
 `` My advice would be to not give them much importance and see what happens, see you tomorrow'' He said and shook my hand 
 
 I came back home, which I must say was a really crowded place since I have 7 siblings, my parents and 6 cousins living with me. I have a lot of fun here, but I should confess something... I have this raging anger inside of me, its extremely strong and it could blow out any time, I dont know why I feel this way, everyone is loving and caring with me. 
 
 Anyway, I was walking the hall of the house when I noticed the jacket of my dad was lying on the floor so I went and picked it up, suddenly a weird key fell of a pocket, and I quickly realized that it must be the key to the really creepy door in the basement. I was told to never go inside it as it was a deposit and it had some rats. 
 
 With they key in my hand I went to the basement, made sure no one was around and opened the door. It was not a deposit, for some reason it had thousands and thousands of papers. I went and read some of them. They were all scripts, I wasnt familiar with the names on them but I didnt took long to realize that everything was extremely familiar. I found a tranquizer gun lying between the scripts, I understood everything instantly. 
 
 Today I went with my psychologist again. 
 
 `` I had a nightmare again'' I said 
 
 `` Same as always,'' He asked 
 
 `` No, this felt so real, extremely real'' I replied 
 
 `` What did you destroy this time?'' He asked in a nervous voice 
 
 The room turned red after I made his head explode. My anger is now unleashed, not a single bastard will take me for a foul again, everyone will die. Everyone 
 

