When she shoves me, I stand up straighter, squaring my shoulders and my fists clench in anger. I know I'm not angry at her, not entirely. I hate myself for getting in this position in the first place. I never should have made friends. Never should have tried to make a real life for myself.

"You don't get it. Someone grew me in a lab. I'm just a failed experiment. I don't need training. I don't need control. I need to die but I can't even do that right."

I'm practically shaking with anger now, but I have no real outlet for it. With a roar I lash out, fist flashing past her head to smash into the tile behind her. She doesn't even flinch though, like she knows I won't really hit her.

"I hate you," I say, but we both know that's a lie. She's not the one I hate. "Do you know what happened back home to the person that cared about me? In all my life, only one person ever loved me. She knew I was a monster. A killer. I looked and acted grotesque and she still loved me and do you know what I did? I killed her. I killed her because she hadn't told me she was a dirty cop. The only person to ever love me and I killed her over something so stupid."

I can't take it anymore and I drop back to the ground hard; arms resting on my knees and head hanging between them. I don't have the energy for this anymore. Janine. Janine loved me and I killed her.

"You tell me anyone human, anyone with a soul, could do something like that."