I came up against the wall, never once realizing I was backing away, as if distance could somehow make what he was saying less true, less horrifying. “No! That’s crazy… I’m not… Stop it! Why are you saying these things? Why are you making up such lies? What… Do you think you’re funny?” Isaiah sighed, eyes dark with regret. “I never wanted to tell you.” “Tell me what?” My fear rang through the room, echoing like a bomb in my ears. “That I’m some superhuman hybrid that can kill the world with a thought? That I’m some genetically engineered monster created in a lab by a mad scientist with a God complex?” “You’re not a monster!” The fire blazed hot behind his snarl. I choked out a bitter laugh, the sound coming pathetic and clogged with tears. “No? Then what am I, Isaiah? Because evidently, I’m not human either!” His face seemed to soften, as did his tone when he answered, “You’re perfect.” I turned away from the truth glowing in his eyes. “Perfect for what?
