Selfish Souls (Phan)

Telekinesis : 1

The one thing keeping me from wiping their skinny asses of the face of the earth is the knowledge of how easily I could. It just wouldn't be fair to them. That and I don't think murder would look good on a college resume.

I clench my fists as my stomach absorbs a grievious kick to ribs. I curl into a ball on instinct to protect my side. A few people who are late to class walk by but don't even glance at us, ignoring my muffled moans of pain. "Get up and fight loser. If that's all you got, you should just give up on life itself," Bruce says harshly. He just laughs as I turn my face away from him. "What? Can't stand the truth?" He teases. After a few seconds of no response I guess he gets bored because after one last boot to my leg, I hear his footsteps as he walk off to first period, which I am late for.

Like most mornings. I drag myself off the ground, painstakingly but refusing to just lay on the hallway tile. I pick myself and my scattered things up from the ground, slowly walking to class, trying my best not to further aggravate my injuries.

When I walk into class late, no one looks surprised. In fact the teacher just glances at me without stopping the lesson, not wasting his time on scolding me. He gave up on that about two weeks into this school year. I take my seat in the very back that no one ever sits in besides me. I take out my pages, trying to make up for the first fifteen minutes I missed.

I have a total of two friends. PJ and Cat. By friends I mean people I hang out with at lunch. Our relationship doesn't go much further than that. A month after we met I was hopeful that I had finally found some people I could confide in. Maybe things would start to turn around for me. Then one time we were eating lunch, laughing and talking as normal when Bruce grabbed the collar of my shirt almost choking me and practically dragged on the ground out of the lunchroom. Both of them staring at me with looks of guilt, too afraid to step in and help me. I decided I couldn't really trust them with much after that.

I set down my tray, sitting across the both of them like usual. "Oh, hey Dan! How's your day been?" Cat asked cheerfully as always. I shrug. "I've had worse," I say, taking a bite of the grease filled and honestly utterly disgusting pizza. I can never wake up in time to bring lunch. "Well I'm glad to hear it wasn't totally terrible," she says, smiling at me.

PJ plops down next to her. "Dan!" He says, looking panicked. "What!" I say, sarcastically copying his tone. "I have a math test I'm going to fail next class, please help," He says, worry and fear in his eyes. " What do you expect me to do about you dork," I say, raising an eyebrow. "Well, you had the same one earlier today right?" He asks. I see where this is going. "No, PJ I am not telling the answers to the test. You know there is one way for you to get an A on every single test you take for the rest of your life," I say. His eyes widen dramatically. "What? How?" He practically yells at me. "Study!" I yell at him. It catches some people's attention but the room is so loud that not many notice. Realization floods his eyes and he slump back into his chair. "You got my hopes up. That's not fair," He mopes. I roll my eyes. "Life's not fair," I say. He crosses his arms, stitching his tongue out at me.

The rest of lunch consist of PJ acting like a child and Cat poking lighthearted comments into the conversation occasionally, keeping the mood up for the duration of period.

As the last bell rings, I'm the first one out the class, racing off school grounds before most people have stood from their seats. They don't see it but I'm using my powers to move the air partially out of my way as I go making me ten times faster than normal.

Yes, I do have a power, one commonly referred to as psychokinesis or telekinesis if we're doing this comic book style. No, I don't go around at night rescuing people from burning buildings and saving kitten trees. I keep to myself, lonely, bullied, and seemingly abandoned but most importantly not dragging anyone down with me. Keeping others safe in my own way. This is my contribution to the universe, by not contributing anything at all.

I reach the steps of my porch. I have a pretty nice house, better than most but the price comes at almost never seeing my mother. But at a young age I came to the conclusion that even if she earned nothing she would stay at work just as long if only to get away from me and the disappointment I remind her off. I'm pretty sure, on some level, she's scared of me as well. My own mother scared of me, this is what my life consists of.

Her and my father are the only ones who know of my 'ability'. I see it more of curse for obvious reasons but also because it reminds me daily of why my dad left and why my mum's never around.

I unlock the front door, tossing my things on the floor beside it. I trudge up the stairs to my room. I drop like a rock onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow. God, sometimes I wish this would just end, it all seems pointless anyways. I turn on the speaker across my room, too lazy to get up and physically press the button. The sound of Muse immediately blasts through my room.

Love it will get you nowhere
You are on your own

I sigh, feeling better. Tomorrow will be better. Somehow.

A/N: I will be adding songs to some of these chapters and I recommend you listen to them as you read. They mean more to this story and me than I would like to admit.

There will also be few author notes so when there are some, they are probably important to the story.

~ your neighbourly psychopath and phangirl