Different

Act 3

Well, fourth block right after lunch, was boring as hell, Malachite is now sitting next to me in fifth block. I raised my hand, asking if I could go to the restroom, the teacher responded with "Sure, just take the hallway pass".

I stood up and walked over to the teachers desk to the side of the room, grabbing the hallway pass before exiting the room and closing the door quietly. Walking down the hallway to get to the bathroom was pretty annoying, considering everywhere you look there are jocks and popular sitting around doing assignments or just friggin skipping class.

It was about 3:17pm, I get out of school at 3:20pm every day, so I was ready to LEAVE this place. Once I finally got to the men's bathroom, I did my business (Cause bish I am NOT explaining this part.) And zipped up my pants, doing the button on the middle of them before walking right over to the sink.

It was always cold in the school, but for some reason I had been sweating recently, I could see the sweat drop from my face in the mirror. Old memories must've been stirring up again, cause I began to feel not okay.

I washed my hands, keeping a hand on the sink just incase I needed to keep myself up, this probably happened a lot more than it should've, but panic attacks are an everyday kind of thing for me.. which sucks. A lot.

I was afraid to, but I glanced up to look at myself in the mirror, lifting up the hair from my eyes. I hadn't seen the color of my eyes in a while, so I curiously looked into them- almost immediately after, a flash came into my thoughts. It was a memory resurfacing. A memory of my father.

My father had my mother by the back of the head, pushing her face into the dishwasher while she struggled to breathe. My little sister ran up and bit the back of my fathers leg until he let go and used his other leg to kick away my sister... I couldn't stand it.

He was an abusive drug addict, and I just couldn't take watching them be hurt like that. It was one thing when he did it to me, but an entirely different situation when it came to my mother and little sister. They were so nice to him, and he treated them like shit.

When I got home to see that happen, I just... lost myself in rage, anger, fear, and so I thought that he deserved the pain to be reversed towards him.

The walls started to shake, he stopped to glance over at me. The fridge to the right fell over, the dishwasher bubbled, every picture including him in it was torn to shreds, I moved my sister and mother behind me. If this was how he was going to treat us, I couldn't let him live any longer.

So I removed him from our lives, permanently. When he began to walk at me, he started to say soothing words, though I knew the hand behind his back had a blade in it.

the tile floor cracked around me as my bangs flew up to reveal my eyes, the yellowish green colors were the last thing he stared into before the fridge flipped over and crushed him.

Just like that, I had become a murderer. The part that makes me afraid, is that I just ignored my empathetic feelings, I just ignored all of the feelings other than the negatives I was feeling. I killed him without any regret, and it frightened me.

I felt emotion, I still do to this day, it's just that when I get too negative I ignore everything else. I use my abilities without caring. My mother and sister calmed me down with tight hugs and tears.

The memory stopped, and when I saw my eyes I remembered how frightened I was of myself. The mirror immediately cracked outwards from my right eyes reflection, shattering the whole thing.

I finally had come back to my senses, wiping away the tears I has in my eyes before lowering my bangs again. "Bad mistake.." I mumbled to myself as I walked back to the classroom, and the bell rung as soon as I walked in the door.

"At least I'll be able to go home now" I thought as I picked up my bag- I hadn't noticed before, but Malachite was standing in front of me. Everyone else had left, but she put her arms around my chest and patted my back. I swear, it's either my cheeks are red or Malachite is just psychic.

But I knew that Malachite wasn't psychic, her ability involved manipulating electricity and electromagnetic waves, she was just very observant when it came to me.

"C'mon, let's go home Karma" Malachite always had such a calm and soothing tone when she spoke to me, it made me feel at ease. Right after she led the way out of the door.

We got on the bus home, only to be annoyed by bunches of older students taking the bus ride out to their farms or wherever they lived, I don't really care. Weston (AKA: MOST PRICK LIKE IDIOT EVER TO WALK ON EARTH) was sitting right behind my seat.. wonderful.

Me and Malachite both sat next to eachother, which was the seat on the right, it was directly across from Amelia and Jasper who were both leaning on eachother as they snuggled. Bunches of people were teasing them about how she was so short while he was super tall-

Amelia ended up snuggling closer to Jasper, and Jasper put an arm around Amelia. The next moment, Jasper glared at the teasing kids- THEY ALL SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE THEIR THOUGH PROCESSES COULD THINK OF WHAT TO DO.

That is how terrifying Jasper's glares are... which makes me wish people feared me like that, but also.. it must be hard to walk around and make friends with a face that screams "I'M GONNA MAKE A CHAIR OUT OF YOUR SKIN" all the time.

Poor guy, we should get home pretty soon, maybe I'll talk with him about my science homework- he may look scary but Jasper's intelligence is incredible when it comes to scientific shtuff.