You won't hyde

I can relate

I need to prioritise:
1. Find a stalker
2. Figure out what is going on with my power
3. Xavier
I was repeating this to myself for the whole day at school. However, it did not work. The last item in my list was constantly going to the top.
"Feelings make you weak. When you feel, it becomes dangerous for you and others". - I continued repeating that to myself in my head. «I will not fall into the same trap».

I put an effort to switch into another thought. If faceless outcasts can be invisible for those who they do not want to be seen by that could explain almost everything: photos of me and Xavier in hospital, vanishing of the person who brought a voodoo doll. The other question was the motivation of one of the faceless outcasts to do what they were doing. I literally did not know anyone from their cast. Why would anyone stalk a person whom they even do not know?

I noticed one interesting thing: in the chapter "Witches" one page was missing. Who threw it up? Was it Rosenberg? Why would she do this? Why did she take the velvet book with her to the meeting with Bianca's mother? If that was true, what does the velvet book have to do with the meeting? What were they discussing?

And should I discuss everything that happened between us with Xavier? My thoughts led to him again.

I had to talk to Xavier, but just could not pluck up my courage to do this.

That day we had two classes together. He was so silent and moody and so was I. I was immersed into my thoughts ignoring everything what was going on around me:
- Hey, - Tyler elbowed me, - miss Rosenberg is asking you.
- What are you thinking of, miss Addams? I doubt that is more important than my class.
- Depends on a perspective, - I answered silently. - What was the question?
- What do you know about Alastor?
- It is a high-ranked demon. He sees tortures as an art and reckons that sinners should experience pain in the same way the sins were committed.
- It looks like you are describing not Alastor but yourself, - Rosenberg gigilled.
- No, I think people should suffer enigmatically harder comparing to their deeds, - I recalled what Rosenberg did to Xavier yesterday. I felt that anger like a monster started growing inside of me. - So ALL of us should be ready for retribution.
- Does that mean that I have to give you much stricter punishment for not being involved into the class than I wanted to before? How about writing an extra essay about demons' impact on outcasts' heritage? 1500 words will be enough. By the way, that concerns everyone, - Rosenberg smiled with a crooked smile. The other outcasts were obviously disappointed with an extra task.
- Thank you, Wednesday, - someone said to me. And almost immediately I heard silent Xavier's voice:
- Shut up.
Every person in the classroom got a book on demonology from Rosenberg:
- I think it will be useful reading for writing your essays. Pay special attention to the chapter "Burning in hell".
- Burn in hell, - I stood up and whispered. Suddenly all of the books caught fire. Flame quickly spread on other stuff.
However, a girl whose superpower was to control water saved the day.
- How did you do that? - Rosenberg asked me. She was shocked. She knew that it was I who set fire and there was no record about such powers in my dossier.
- It was unintentionally, - I said calmly and confidently, but I just wanted my words to sound like this.
- You lie as easily as you breathe! - commented a blonde girl.
I turned around to answer the girl but saw Xavier who had just got a burn on his arm. My chest went up and down. Our eyes met. I hoped Xavier could read in them that I was really sorry. I did not want to harm him.
I took my bag and went away. When I left the classroom I ran. I ran by the moment I was in the wood. I turned out near an old well I had never spotted before.
I leaned against a tree and slid down. I hid my face in my hands. What is going on with me? I am losing control over myself. Maybe I am just losing my mind.
- So you found my secret place, - I heard a male voice.
- Your secret place? - I looked at Tyler.
- I come here when I feel bad, - Tyler sat near me. - I went out the classroom immediately when you l went out.
- What do you want?
- Nothing.
- Good because I prefer silence. And solitude.
- You are lucky because I don't like to be alone. But that is exactly what I have been doing since the start of the semester. Everyone is afraid of a scary hyde.
- Fear is a good instrument to control people.
- First of all, I have to learn how to control myself, - Tyler gave something similar to laugh.
- As so do I.

I was silent. No one including me believed Tyler. And now I was ending up in exactly same situation.

It was pleasant that Tyler did not ask questions what was going on with me. He just took for granted my nature.
- What does it feel like? - I asked.
- What does what feel like?
- To have no control over yourself? - I wanted to compare Tyler's feelings and my own ones when I was doing something that did not intend to commit.
- I don't remember well. I felt strong anger. Desire to revenge. Desire to show that I am stronger.
- I can relate.

Tyler and I sat there by the moment it got dark. We were talking about death and life, betrayal and friendship, hate and love. It helped to get distracted from dark thoughts which this time were not pleasant for me.

- Let me walk you home.
I did not answer.

We almost came out of the forest when we heard someone's screaming. We headed towards the shout. When we got to the place, the person almost stopped producing any sounds. It was Tyler's dad with ripped chest.