Lightning Flower

I am Tesla... but I cannot speak my name aloud. Technically, I am only two years old, but inside I am infinite, ageless. I have two loving parents, but I am alone. Like an island in the sea. There is no one else like me. I am totally, uncontested, and damnably unique. My body is the distilled perfection of pain. Even in my mother's womb, before I took my first breath, there was the pain. Don't scoff, I remember it.How can it be that I am the merging of two people, and be so different from them? The poison that entered my mother, invaded me. Poison and magic became reactive agents that twisted me before I was born. So, I am screwed up, probably more than anyone else you've ever met. They tell me I'm beautiful, but when I look at my reflection, all I see is the chaos of the tempest of magic inside me. My skin is the paint. I am the portrait of agony.No one sees what I see. Their eyes only perceive the surface. Even those who can see the layers and use them, my grandfather, my friend...