[ WP ] Every person in the world develops a weird mutation/power the day they turn 16 . Everyone 's powers are always different , some more insignificant than others . You turn 16 , and watch as all your friends discover their newfound ability 's . That is , until you discover the severity of your own .

5840 days. Does n't seem very long when you look back... 
 
 I was fifteen. Young. Naive. Narcissistic. I mean, I was one sexy son of a bitch. The world was my oyster, and I was one smooth-talk away from dad buying the coolest Camaro for my sixteenth birthday. Tomorrow will be the day I become a man and get my own set of wheels. 
 
 I awake startled by my alarm. 6:01 A. My 
 worst enemy. But something is wrong. The lights are n't on in the house. There is no celebratory smells of Birthday Bacon. What the hell is going on? 
 
 I slip on my pants and make my way downstairs. Dad is sitting nervously in his chair fidgeting with anything close by. Mom is there. She barely looks at me. 
 
 `` Sit down, son,'' said my father as he clears his throat. `` Your mother and I have something we've been hiding from you. All of the parents do it. We need to make sure you have a normal life before anything happens.'' 
 
 Puzzled, I stare my father in the eyes. I glance at mom only to hear the small squeak escape from her throat as she quickly looks away. `` Well? What is it? Am I adopted because I promise I -- -,'' 
 
 `` Hush, boy. I was there the day you were born. I was the first human to touch you. It was my plan. You see, I'm a healer. I touch someone and feel their pain. I can hear it. And I absorb it. I've been able to do it since your age.'' 
 
 `` Me too,'' squeaked Mom, `` I'm able to comprehend force on a visual level. I see gravity. Friction. Air resistance. You name it. It's like a heat map. With it came the comprehension. Equations. Variables. All floating around in one beautiful image of science.'' 
 
 This explains the puzzling stares mom has always had. It's like instant empty mind. She's done my entire life. And Dad's kisses always did make me feel better. How the hell did they manage to hide this? 
 
 `` As required by law, you will be picked up at your birth time, about 4 hours from now, and taken to the Facility. Here you will learn your power as it presents itself, and they will teach you how to control it,'' he said. `` What if no power presents itself?,'' I ask? 
 
 Silence. I'm used to silence these days. 
 
 There's a knock on the door. I've packed my bag. Said my good byes. I open the door to find a particularly large wall of a man standing in front of me. Quietly he reaches down and grab my bags. Dad just winks at me. Mom breaks down in tears and quickly bounces back. `` You'll be back in no time. The Manifestation for our family is short,'' she said with a small tremble. `` I was only gone for a night''. 
 
 Traveling in the back seat my nerves get the best of me. What could I possibly be able to do? Maybe I'll be able to manipulate people with my dashing looks? 
 
 The Facility was a large square building. It stood quietly in omnipotence, searing white against the dark blue sky. I swallowed hard. Without warning, my caveman of a driver opens my door, hoists me over his shoulder and carries me inside. I guess he's used to others running. 
 
 I'm not greeted. Simply given the basics like prison, deloused, and stuck in a small but very sturdy thick walled room. I could hear my thoughts echo in this small silent room. As I turn around to ask questions, the door closes and a speaker comes on. 
 
 `` For your safety, this room has been built to resist any known force. Please do not attempt to destroy the building with your newly found power. That will only get you time with me. And I promise you that not what you want. You will remain in solitude until your new ability manifests itself. From there, your ability will be assessed and you will be assigned your new job in the world.'' 
 `` What happens if I do n't have a power,'' I ask hastily, `` what if I'm just a normal kid.'' 
 
 There's some laughter on the other side, but no answer. 
 
 It's been 2 weeks. 14 days. 336 hours. Every 8 hours, a slat slides open in the door and I'm fed some basic food. I hated it at first, but you get use to it. What you do n't get used to is the solitude. 
 
 All alone. When you're left with only your thoughts, insanity has a way of creeping in. 
 
 Suddenly my door swings open. Two large dudes step in and restrain me. Lifting me over their shoulder, I'm hoisted from my room. They put me through an MRI. Do blood work. Run additional test. What are they looking for?! 
 Then he comes in. A man that has the attention of the room. A smile that instantly makes you fall head over heels for him. 
 
 
 `` Bub, I got ta say in all my years, I never thought I'd see a homosapien again. Just a normal human. Nothing special. And we ca n't have that.'' 
 
 Instantly a gun forms in the man's hand, a black hole staring me in the face, an explosion sends me into complete darkness. I feel myself slip away... 
 
 After that, much of the rest is a blur. It's funny. I know I was shot. They cut me open. Examined me. Stapled me shut. And here I am. 
 
 584,000 days and counting...
