Imagine Contained

That girl. Something has to be done about her. She’s a danger to us all, she’ll destroy everything we’ve worked for. But you can’t get rid of her . . . no, that wouldn’t do at all. She has to be contained and we must figure out a way to use her for ourselves. She could create us anything we wanted. Just imagine.
We have to invent some new way, something that will work . . . it won’t be easy, but we have to do it. Remember. We want her alive, unharmed, but contained.

I’m frightened. Large ghostly blue eyes stare back at me, thin wisps of angel blonde hair fall around a pale, hollow, face. I reach a hand up to my own face and the girl copies me. This startles me, and I take a step backwards, but she does the same. I reach out to touch her, but my hand meets cold glass, and I realize the girl is only a reflection--one of myself.
Whimpering, I turn away, wondering exactly how long I’ve been here. How long have I been contained in this cruel place, with no escape. No way to imagine my out--that usually worked, well used to. With all my problems I could simply imagine a way out, but not since they had caught me and locked me away. Something withheld me from imagining things. Something was holding my power at bay--and this time I couldn’t just wish it away.
They call me dangerous when I have never hurt them. They lock me away trying to use me for themselves, but I can’t do what they ask. I can’t even imagine a warm bed or a soft pillow down here. That’s why it’s so dark. They hate me.
My name is Lyri. I have the power to imagine things into being. Well, I used to. Not anymore.

~Black