ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

𝘖𝘯𝘦

It started out as a normal day, but something happened that changed your life forever.

The morning sun filtered softly through the half-closed blinds in your bedroom. Birds chirped lazily outside as you went through your usual routine — get dressed, grab your bag, and try to mentally prepare yourself for another long day of pretending you were okay.

School was... fine. As fine as it could be for someone trying to stay out of the spotlight. The halls buzzed with energy, laughter, and drama you weren't a part of. You kept your head down, focusing on your classes, avoiding eye contact with the popular crowd. Just stay invisible — that was the goal.

You thought it was working, until lunchtime.

You excused yourself early, hoping to avoid the cafeteria chaos. Instead, you headed toward the restroom, where it was quiet. Peaceful. A place to breathe for a moment.

You pushed open the door. The lights buzzed overhead. The scent of cleaning solution lingered in the air, and for a brief moment, you felt safe.

Until the door opened behind you.

Footsteps. Voices. Laughter.

You tensed.

Three girls walked in — Savannah and her clique. The ones who lived for gossip, drama, and tearing people down just for fun. Savannah's glossy hair bounced as she strutted inside, flanked by her two ever-present followers, Marissa and Tasha.

You tried to slip into a stall, heart beating faster, but it was too late.

"Hey, Y/n," Savannah said sweetly, her voice laced with mock kindness. You froze.

She tilted her head, examining you like a predator studying its prey. "That shirt's really cute... too bad it has a stain on it."

Before you could react, she lifted her plastic cup and dumped her drink right onto your chest.

The cold, sugary liquid soaked through the fabric instantly, clinging to your skin. You gasped, eyes wide with disbelief. The crimson drink splattered down like blood, pooling onto the tile floor. Savannah's smile widened with satisfaction as her friends burst into laughter behind her.

"Oops," she said with fake innocence, feigning surprise as she held the empty cup.

You blinked, stunned, rage simmering just beneath the surface. "Why did you do that?" you asked, your voice quiet but trembling with emotion.

Savannah leaned in slightly, not even pretending to hide the smugness on her face. "Because I wanted to."

It was like her words sucked all the air out of the room. You clenched your fists, fighting the anger rising in your chest.

"That's not a good enough reason," you shot back, your voice sharper now, eyes locked with hers.

Her expression darkened. "I don't care," she said flatly, then turned to her friends. "Girls — let's do something about this bitch."

Your stomach dropped.

Before you could move, Marissa and Tasha grabbed your arms, each of them gripping you tightly. Panic surged through you as they yanked you toward the row of sinks. The faucet was already running — Savannah was filling it with cold water, humming like this was a game.

"Please... don't," you said, struggling against them, your voice shaking.

Savannah rolled her eyes. "Shut up and take it," she snapped, then gave the signal.

They shoved your head down.

Water rushed into your ears, your mouth, your nose — cold and stinging. You kicked and writhed, but their hands held you down. You couldn't breathe. The panic grew louder than the water. Your lungs burned.

They pulled your head up just long enough for you to gasp—then shoved you back under.

Everything blurred.

Everything... snapped.

The blue energy soon disappeared, fading from your hands like smoke dissolving into the air. You stood there, soaked, shivering, your breath coming in shallow gasps as the silence in the restroom returned—unnatural, heavy.

Broken glass crunched beneath your sneakers as you took a cautious step back. The mirror Savannah had been thrown into was shattered, its jagged shards scattered across the floor. A smear of red marked where she had hit it, though she was still breathing, groaning softly in the corner. The other two girls lay slumped near the tiled wall, wide-eyed and stunned, like dolls dropped by a careless child.

They weren't dead—but they weren't moving much, either.

They deserved it. You knew that. They hurt you. Humiliated you. They tried to drown you.

But still... your stomach turned. That sick, gnawing feeling of guilt crawled its way up your spine.

"What did I do?" you whispered, staring at your trembling hand. You slowly raised it in front of you. A faint warmth still lingered in your palm where the blue energy had once been. It pulsed gently under your skin, like a heartbeat that didn't belong to you.

What was that?
What am I?

You didn't wait to find out. You couldn't.

Without another word, you turned and ran—out of the restroom, down the hallway, ignoring the few lingering students whose heads turned as you passed by like a blur. You didn't stop at your locker. You didn't even look back at the building.

You didn't go home.

Your feet carried you blindly through side streets, past empty fields and parked cars, as your mind raced faster than your heartbeat. What if your parents found out? What if they were scared of you? What if the school called them? What if the police got involved?

What if you were really dangerous?

You found yourself in a quiet park on the edge of town. An old bench under a sycamore tree offered a place to rest, though it did little to calm the storm inside you.

You sank onto it, dripping wet, hugging yourself as the afternoon sun dipped behind a cloud.

For the first time, you realized everything had changed.

You weren't just a quiet student anymore.
You weren't just a victim.
You weren't just you.

Something had awakened inside you—something powerful. Something terrifying.

And now, there was no going back.