Psionic (Dropped and later rewrite)

"Listen, Desmond, the age of puberty is nearing you. Your physical and mental body will gradually change into a mature one. You will be at an age where you will be in charge." Isn't that what you said before you left me, Papa? If what you have told me is true, then why am I not in charge of anything? Why am I so weak? Why do I have to suffer every day? I have been taught since little that we, humans, are all blueprints waiting to be made and God is the mechanic. God, if you are there... Somewhere... Have you no little remorse for this untainted lamb? Why have you put me on this wicked trial? Is this a test of fate? Will there be a reward for me, if I go through this hell? I have been waiting for your answer... but I guess that day will never come. ------------------- Any art posted is NOT mine. If the artist wants me to take it down, then I shall oblige.