Abysmal

[to cry]

Laura Score, Laura Score
Was brilliant and soft
Was pretty and kind
Was peaceful and light

Was not a killer.

Laura rolled over to lay on her side, trying as hard as she could to shut her mind and find sleep. The only problem with sleep was that once her eyes were closed to rest, the eyes in her head spun terrifying images in the fuzzy web of her brain. Her dreams were nothing but darkness, and a boy who died by the touch of her hand. Laura had been careful to test her theory. She touched an ant on her patio the morning after the incident and discovered her theory to be unfortunately correct.
No one could touch her, that was all that mattered. She feigned sick and even forced herself to throw up in the toilet the following day, to avoid the touch of others and her requested presence.

She already felt sick inside though, so it didn't effect her.

The house lay vacant except for her. Mrs. Score was on an unplanned vacation to visit her ill sister, and Mr. Score was long dead. Car crashes were a terrible thing, but to die by the touch of another... Laura tried to imagine her warm father living to see his only daughter a cold killer. The images her mind played made her shudder.

Laura rolled over once again. She buried her face in her pillow. She sat up, adjusted her pillow, and lay back down. Forced her eyes shut. Nothing worked.

Laura got up and paced over to her desk, where a ring Adrien had given her rested peacefully on it. She picked it up, the cheap blue jewel catching the spare light dancing in her room, reminding her of the way the light played on the water the night of the murder.

"I'm so sorry Adrien," she whispered, little balls of water leaking from her tired eyes.
"You shouldn't have died, I wish you were still with me. Oh what I wouldn't give for you to come back." Laura whispered these words with extreme care, and closed her watery eyes. Thoughts of Adrien swam through her muddled head, and she clutched the small ring even tighter. Her knuckles were white she was gripping the jewelry so hard. Laura turned around, letting the fans soft air caress her face, and opened her eyes.

And there was Adrien.

He was blank eyed and pale, standing right in front of her. Water dripped from his darkened hair and landed on her carpet. His large eyes had a milky film like cataracts blanketing them, and he stood without breathing. He gripped her with a stare that Laura could not break, but she noticed the absence of oxygen pushing open his chest. Adrien was sopping wet, and his hands and skin were wrinkled and ghostly pale.

Adrien Lukas, Adrien Lukas
Buried in the ocean
Cloaked in death
Drowned and dead

Laura gasped and began to grasp just the shimmering surface of her brewing powers as the dead boy stared straight at her.

Laura could inflict death by a touch of her cold skin, and bring the dead back with a wish and a breath.

But that was not even the extent of it.