Overpowering

Chapter 1

I have no idea what I have done to deserve this.

I don't bother anyone, I don't speak unless spoken to, I'm trying to be as invisible as possible.

And yet, here I am, sprinting to school in a desperate, yet hopeless attempt at making it on time to my class without anyone noticing me. Attempt failed, I guess.

I practically crash into the classroom door when I finally make it, and the bell hasn't rung yet to my huge surprise. My physical ability is better than I thought it was. I usually try to be as late as possible to avoid my favorite people in the world. To be saved by the bell, one could say.

I look down at my desk and I can't help but notice the lovely messages forever scratched into the surface. I can feel a pit in my stomach starting to form as I'm reminded again that I am alone.

I try not to let it bother me, but sometimes it's just hard to ignore.

Despite being as invisible as possible, I still seem to be extremely popular amongst my lovely peers. Just not the right kind of popular.

Not many people at this school stand out very much, so as soon as someone is different in the slightest, they will target you. And I just happen to have a slight disability, and itmakes me the perfect target.

I'm blind on one eye, and it isn't even that noticeable! I have one grey eye and one blue eye. I used to think it was kind of cool but now, I just want it to go away.

They're my biggest fans I think. Especially Josh. I don't really know what I did to actually warrant the stuff he does to me. It's not just snarky comments or shoving me into the lockers in the hallway. His ways have always been more sinister.

Chills run down my spine at the thought. I would pick every single bully in this school over Josh any day.

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This day is flowing slower than usual. I usually like sitting in class, taking notes. It gives me a strange kind of serenity. To watch a blank piece of paper being filled by notes written in just the right way.

There's just something about today that just seems off. Something isn't right, but I just can't put my finger on it.

Everything is in their usual places. Ms. Thomson is standing by the desk, talking about the geographical plates to a classroom that seems to be wanting to sleep more than anything else.

Everyone is in their usual seats, behaving the way they usually do, so what is different today? I look around the room, letting my eyes run over every single classmate and I feel myself freeze when my eyes land on Josh.

Oh my god, he's staring at me. His cold, green eyes are practically cutting into my body and he doesn't blink at all. I quickly lower my gaze and I notice his hands. They're completely curled up, I can see the whites of his knuckles.

He looks almost murderous from where I am sitting and my anxiety starts rolling over me as I realize that I have to run when class is over.

He has done bad things before, I even have the scars to prove it, but I have never seen him like this before. I look at the clock, following the movements closely, so I can time my escape as best as possible.

4 more minutes.

I start to bring my bag up on my lap, ready for packing all my stuff.

3 more minutes.

I grab my notebook with shaking hands. My heartbeat is becoming louder in my ears and I can't take my eyes away from the clock.

2 more minutes.