Karma

Wish

"How pathetic." A girl in my class said.

"Shhhhh. Concentrate." Agent 6 was running this breathing class of noobs. Aka, me.

I took a big breath and felt a slap on my head.

"That's too much breathing."

I sighed and breathed in little gulps of air as if I was going to swim a full lap without any breathing.

Another slap landed on my head. "Too little."

The girl giggled and I buried my face in frustration.

Another slap. "Concentrate, not smell your hands."

"I'm sorry sir."
*slap*

"Don't speak."

I nodded my head.
*slap*
"No time for nodding, concentrate."

I groaned loudly in aggravation and felt a bang against my cheek, stinging my precious meat on my face.
My head collided with the floor and his damn hand as I continued laying there.

I knew what he was going to say next.
'No groaning'

"No showing signs of emotion."

WHAT?!

The girl giggled and and I grew defensive. "Why aren't you smacking her?"

"She's a woman, now shut up." Agent 6 smacked me again and the girl stuck a tongue out at me.

Breathing classes my ass.
More like slapping classes ya sexist beeaaacch.

We finished lessons....oh pardon me,
helpful breathing lessons.

Found out that girl's name was Anne Jay, and her name reminded me of a bird. A dead bird. A bird that should be punished for laughing at me.

I trudged to my room and collapsed head first on the bed.

I can't get over the feeling of how plushy the bed is, no matter how many times I lay on it.

It's like a soft cotton ball rolled up or like a marshmallow cloud.

Jumping up, I dashed to the bathroom. My black T-Shirt was still hanging above, and I tossed my white T-Shirt off.

I glanced in the mirror. My rusty blonde hair, still looking hella dirty.
It was better than the first time I arrived here though.
There was still a large X carved behind on my back from the whip when I was 5.
What'd I expect? It's always gonna be there anyway.

I wonder how they've been. I wished time would pass so I could visit them. They're probably worried sick by now. I feel so bad.

Stepping into the shower, I turned the water on warm. Ain't tryna die today.
*10 secs later*

Fuck it, it's not warm enough for my lightning.
I need a recharge for my energy use today.

I twisted the knob until it couldn't twist no more, and the trickling heat felt relaxing against my skin.

"YOU IDIOT TURN OFF THE HEAT." Agent 2 blasted onto the speaker.

I was too tired to respond or be surprised this time, and I continued to keep the water at max and the cold knob completely turned off.

A buzzing connected with my finger. A zap.
My index, then my thumb.

I looked down in confusion, and a look of fear plastered on my face.

Leaping up, the yellow trail of electricity continue to roam throughout my arms and sent a wave to my neck.

I felt it connecting through each of my veins, a heavy burning sensation filled through me, while the heat of the burning water was also dripping down.