I was homeschooled because of my "gift". Needless to say it didn't help.

There's this thing I do called "The Shriek" where I scream for long enough that my voice breaks, but that's not what makes it bad. My voice is pitch perfect and I can make my voice resonate at a frequency that will shatter anything fragile. With enough effort and strain on my voice, I can shatter steel, my own eardrums, and even move the air with enough force to create massive shockwaves that can knock people off their feet. When I was young, I broke every window in my house and shattered all the dishes in the kitchen, so my parents pulled me out of school because of my "gift". <br><br>Instead of trying to find a productive use for it, they moved me out to a cabin in the woods as far from cities as possible. And they didn't stop there. They soundproofed the entire cabin, save for one of the rooms. The room where they locked me up whenever I "misbehaved". They locked me up in that room a lot. After years of being locked up whenever I got pissed off at my parents or just got upset, I snapped. <br><br>I shrieked for almost half an hour. Half an hour is a long time. It was long enough to shatter the steel reinforced door they built to lock me up in. It was long enough to shatter every bone in my parents' bodies. It was long enough to flatten every tree in a three mile radius. And it was long enough to destroy my voice. It's been nine years since I last spoke above a whisper. And they still haven't found my parents' bodies.