Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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Hayley stared at herself in the school bathroom mirror. She had no clue what she had just done. One moment she was looking at Stiles' cut, the next it had gone. As if it was never there. She stared at her hands until they became a blur.
She looked up at herself again. Her hair was a mess, curls tangled within one another. Something was going on with her and she is sick of being in the dark about it. Rubbing her hands over her eyes, she sounded a breath from her throat.
If she had some sort of power, she was going to test it. The cuts from clenching her hands earlier sat on her palms, almost healed over but still visible. When she had healed Stiles' cut she had felt guilty before hand. So this time she tried the same thing.
Hayley thought back to what just happened and let that overwhelming feel of guilt overcome her. She took one hand and guided it over the other. Something didn't feel the same. She didn't feel the warm, tingling sensation in her palm nor did it glow white. She tried again and again and again. Her hand violently swiping over the other as she whispered, "Come on," under her breath like a mantra.
Each time it didn't work she felt herself losing more hope. "Come on, just work." She shouted as she tried to blink back tears. Clenching her jaw, she turned towards the wall and smashed her fist against it. Ignoring the intense pain, she repeatedly hit her fists against the wall. Tears now streamed down her face as she let out a mangled sob- her bloody hand hovered near the wall as if reluctant to strike it again.
She leaned her back against the tiles and let the cold seep into her back. Slowly, she slouched down on the floor; her face in her knees, wetting her trousers from her tears. She cried, embarrassed to be this worked up about it, and let all her pent up emotions loose.
Her hands were bloody and littered in cuts and bruises. Unsurely, she lifted one hand up and glided it over the other. This time Hayley felt her hands get warm and her palm shine with a bright light. Where the cuts were healing, it felt soothing like applying aloe Vera gel to a sunburn. The feeling went as quick as it came. Hayley examined her hands.
It was gone.
It was all gone.
The blood, the cuts and the bruises. She had done it. A grin spread across her face and she raised a fist in the air, proud of doing it again. She wiped her tears and washed her face in the sink. She walked out the bathroom. It was obvious there was a spring in her step.
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Hayley walked back into the classroom to find it in the same dire situation as earlier. Friend groups had huddled together each speaking to police officers, concerned for one another, and the distant sound of sirens filled the unusually quiet atmosphere. Her good mood deflated a little at the sight.
