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My name Kaidance Monroe, and sometimes when I touch people, I see how they die. After I saw my little brother’s death but failed to stop it, my parents sent me away, to a juvenile detention facility. I don’t let people touch me anymore. Not my fingertips, not my skin, not my heart. I like to make my own clothes by stitching together the donations we get; usually a bunch of crap that either fits like a parachute or something for toddlers. My sweater is a patchwork of different shades of inky, dark squares of colorless void. I make plain gray skirts that hang to my knees, with cute or funny T-shirts sewed in. They clash ironically with my unsmiling face. My Allstar high-tops are black and frayed, like my soul. I also wear a chunk of brightly colored legos around my neck. My little brother was working on it the day he died. The day I failed to save him. It’s unfinished, so I’ll never know what it was meant to be.
Most days, I just try to get by. But then I got a visit from a cute guy, who tricked me into giving up my secrets. I was broken out by a guy who said I was special.
That he needed me. For a while, I believed him. But once I found out what I could really do, I learned everybody wanted the power I possessed. And suddenly it’s not so easy to see what’s wrong or right. When good and evil both do shitty things to nice people, why should one side be forgiven, and the other damned?
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I put part of it on Wattpad, if you want to read more of it.
I'm not exactly sure how Wattpad contests work, I think you submit art and tag me? 8000 points for the winner, 1000 points each for 5 runner-ups.