Special; 'cause nobody cares.

[insanerthanyou]

She smiles; 'cause she's Special. Just Special. That's the only thing they call her - they're not much for names. They don't like them. They're Superior - the only thing they ever call themselves - but she's Special.

She's also Lyla; but she stole that. Stole it like her face, and they don't even notice. She doesn't tell them, and they don't care; she's Lyla. And she's Special. And nobody cares.

They think she asks too many questions; they say it's a "leftover" - she's afraid to ask what it's left over from.

Doesn't matter. Because she's Special. She's as smart as they are; as strong as they are - or good enough. Can change herself like they can -  though she can't remember how she used to look.

And she's Special. They told her so. They said they made her; so she's Special. Made her like them. Except for the questions; she always wants to ask the questions.

Why was the sky red tonight? Why is the grass green? Why do you look differnet than me? What does it al mean? Why are you Superior? What makes me so great? Is it really okay, to look down on the humans and control their fates?

But shhh, they said; it doesn't matter.

Because she's special. Questions shouldn't matter; find a curiosity and follow it; solve it; find another; wait for answers to come to you; don't always ask more; don't pursue unless you know what you're doing; don't question. Don't question. Humans question - she isn't human, is she? She can't question.

She's special.

Just special.

Not special enough; they locked her away. In another plane of existence, with all the humans; all the lesser beings. But that's okay. Because she's Special.

That just means alone anyway.