All My Scars

VI

[A/N] Omg guys I'm sorry I haven't updated in like, a month or so. I'm superlazy and yea so I'm giving you a long chapter that doesn't suck.]
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Londyn sits across from me, staring at me in awe. He gawks at me for what seems like forever, making me blush and turn away. I'm just glad the lighting in this closet isn't so good, or else he would see me looking like this. "So," Londyn says, "with your supermagic powers you can like, make people have bad luck 'nstuff?" I sigh, nodding my head a little. "Sick!" He exclaims. Londyn smiles a sad smile and looks at me. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Nothing. I'm just worried I won't be late to class on time." I lie, and I won't be the first to tell you this, I'm a terrible liar. Londyn rises and stands in front of the door. It scares me a little, because Londyn is usually a happy-go-lucky type of guy. I study him quizzically and try to slide past him, my frail figure easily fitting under his arm. However, he grabs the door handle to keep me from turning it and exiting the Janitor's Closet. "I can ask you again, and I can also keep you here and you'll be late to class." My eyes widen and I find myself leaning against the shelves of soaps and hand sanitizer fillings. "You-You can't make me late! He'll find out, He always does!" I exclaim hysterically. "Who is He..?" Londyn asks and I look up to meet his face, realizing how short I really am. "The Tracer!" I blurt out and cover my mouth. Londyn blinks and I scream into my hands. I remember the Tracer's warning echoing in my head, taunting me with words that haunt me. "Don't worry, child. You tell anyone, you can be with your parents." I remember that day so clearly. The second day I spent with him after he gave me no food, little water, and beat me continuously, draining all of my magic energy to selfishly keep for himself. I hate him with a burning passion, he is the one I loathe. He is the one who has always threatened me, and torturously whispered deranged thoughts and doubts into my ear. He is the one who is keeping me captive. He is the one who is favoring Violetta over me.
He is the reason I have my scars. Tears of anger escape my eyes, tears that I thought I had no more of. Murmuring a quick undoing spell, Londyn asks me his question again. And the bell rings. "No!" I exclaim, shoving Londyn to the side with the strength I never revealed and ran out of the closet, my heels making distant click-clicks on the tile floors, echoing throughout the empty hallways. Londyn runs out of the closet, reaching out for my blazer that flaps behind me. I swing my locker open, tears made of anger and saddness streaming down my red face. I grab my Trapper Keeper, imagining the grueling thoughts that run through the Tracer's sick mind. I slam my locker and sprint to class, the teacher looking at me disapprovingly as I storm into the classroom late. "Octavia," She says, crossing her arms and placing her chalk down. But her expression softens when she sees my blotchy face and tear tracks. "What's wrong, honey?" She asks, her voice soft. "Nothing!" I explode, the anger I've concealed for years bursting out of my body. "It's nothing of your concern! And it will never be!" I say, panting. I point a figure accusingly at her and take a step towards her. "Thank you for your concern." I whisper and sit in my seat, the students gawking at me. A snicker. A whisper. Suddenly, the whole class bursts into laughter. "Woah! She dare stand up to a teacher and yet apologizes in the end? She can't even effectively be angry." Someone sneers to the person next to them and I scowl. I clench my hands into fists. I close my eyes and stand up. I walk over to the boy and grab his wrist, twisting his arm behind him and dragging him out of the classroom. I look for the nearest deserted place and decide the locker rooms would work. I pull him into the Girls' Locker Room, the door slamming behind me and echoing throughout the empty corridor. I let go of him and shove him onto the locker room bench. My dark side is coming out.. this is what the Tracer does with me, and this is what I've become. I've become a monster. I take his tie off and tie it around his eyes and get to work. I turn out the lights and create a ball of electricity in my hand, lightly zapping his limbs and he winces with each touch, but keeps silent. "Let me show you how angry I can get." I whisper in his ear and he shivers. My dark side takes control and forms a hydraulic ball in my hands. I release it so he's drenched and smirk. This is not me. This is not the good girl I was supposed to grow into. This is my other personality. I place a ball of electricity in front of him and touch it to his arms, legs, and face. The water acts as a conductor and I see his head fall to the side and smirk to myself. I untie his tie, dry him off, and fix his tie. I lay him on the bench and leave.
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[So how was that? A little too OP? Too much torture?]