Broken

Chapter 1

Nothing. I felt nothing.

I looked down at the blood on my hands, almost wishing myself to feel some sort of emotion, but none came. There she was, slumped down on the floor, a splatter of blood where her head had hit. My first thought, after realizing what I had just done, was something that should have disturbed me, but it didn't. She deserved it. I shook my head, ridding myself of the thought, and cleaned up my little "mess". My mother was gone. My father had left years ago. My sanity, however, seemed to stay right where it was, until suddenly, it disappeared.

"I bet you regret that decision now, don't you? Look what a monster your precious daughter has become, taking you out with a single blow." My voice had no hint of emotion, and my eyes had gone blank, "Such a shame. If only you had just let me live like a normal human being, then this would never had happened, now would it? But now there's nothing left to say, and no one left to care, right?" my voice stopped, but mentally, the sentence continued.

                                                                                      Mother?

                                                                                         . . . . .

My life is boring. So very boring. So very, very, very, very boring. I repeated this chant over and over in my head, while the teacher lectured about how class 13 is a very special class, for very special people, learning very special things. I was very tempted to raise my hand and state the blatantly obvious truth that this teacher was trying (and failing mind you) to cover up. I'm going to go farther into insanity if this keeps up for much longer, I thought to myself, almost dying of boredom, and honestly, I've got nothing to lose by pointing out the obvious, right? I sighed quietly to myself, and raised my hand, only to be ignored. Ugh, never mind.

I looked around the room, trying to see which students looked to be potental threats, when my eyes lit upon a boy in the corner of the room, concentrating very hard on his hands. His blond hair framed his pale face perfectly, and his blue eyes seemed to be made of crystal. I had seen him before, and let's just say that I had a small crush on him. By small, I mean that I would literally kill to have him, even if it meant tracking down every girl in the universe and making them each see red, but that's normal right? Right?

Anyway, I stared at him for a little bit. The normal chant of boredom was replaced with his name, over, and over, and over. ​Kari, Kari, Kari, Kari, Kari, Kari, Kari. The same word again and again. He started to look up, and I quickly looked away before he could realize that I had been staring. One day, Kari. One day.

I noticed the teacher was passing out packets to everyone in the room, and they were pretty thick. Everyone else's eyes widened in fear, but the teacher, noticing this, reassured them that it was just a personality test. Something to help him get to know them. Everyone relaxed immediately, and set to finishing the packet. I stood up and started walking to the front of the room.

"What do you need Ania?" The teacher focused his attention on me, eyes full of bewilderment.

"For starters, my name is Kitten, not Ania," My voice almost dripped with annoyance, "and second of all, I'm done, so I was about to put this on your desk. Unless that's a problem?" His efforts to contain his anger were quite easy to see through; he clearly was enraged that I finished so quickly. He tried to recover.

"Ania, sweetie-"

"My name is Kitten, and I'm not your 'sweetie' or 'darling'" I practically growled, and I could almost touch the fear in the room. Between his barely contained rage and mine, the other students were overwhelmed. I noticed Kari shrinking into the corner, but his eyes shimmered with admiration.

"Look, there's no way you finished the packet in that short of a time. It's impossible!"

"Tell that to the packet."

He looked like he was about to pop from all the anger boiling inside him. It made me want to laugh.

"Office Ania."

"Awe, do we have a sore loser?"

"Now."

                                                                                            . . . . .

I walked into the office. There was nothing notable about it, nothing that really screamed "Hey! I'm expensive!" or "I'm super important.", just a white room, with a white desk, and a mirror in the corner. More importantly, no principal. That's a little strange, I thought, shouldn't he be here?

I heard a noise coming from the doorway, then spun around, only to see the door slam shut. I slowly backed into the mirror, when vines creeped out of it, winding around my arms, legs, and mouth. They pulled me back into the mirror, and I felt the cold glass bend around me, and swallow me whole.

It looked like I had never been there at all.

But I had.

And no one could change that.