The Elements of Rage | ✔

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"A walk in the woods helps me relax and release tension. The fact that I am dragging a body behind me should be irrelevant."

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My eyes snap open at exactly 6:30 AM, same as every other day. When I was younger, it was especially important to wake up and get started on my chores. There were many chores that needed to be completed and an early start was always necessary.

I quickly change into a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans and the butterfly shirt that I bought yesterday. Speaking of yesterday, I need to apologize to Darkon as soon as I get the chance.

Sighing, I brush through my black hair. Technically, it is impossible to have black hair. There is only dark brown hair that looks black. However, my hair is not brown. It is black. My hair is an inky black with a slight curl to it and a habit of getting incredibly tangled up.

As I stare into the cracked mirror in the bathroom, my yellow eyes stare back at me. I don't know why I have yellow eyes. If my family is to be believed, I was born with them. That was also the day that I first killed.

It started with my mother. She died giving birth to me, just another reason for my fathers to hate me.

I shake my head. They are all gone now. No point in thinking about them.

Grabbing my backpack, I run to school. Passing by houses and running through the streets, I do my best to memorize where everything is. I know that I will need to be able to get around on my own. I get to the school just in time for breakfast. My new school serves breakfast before school and it is free for those who are poor according to the government. And I am most certainly poor. I used to be able to take whatever I wanted. Hell, people just gave me what I wanted. But I remember life before that.

I remember when I went days without food. When I showed up to school covered in bruises and cuts and no one noticed and they certainly didn't say anything. I remember the life where no one spoke to me at school except to mock me. I remember the life of pain and loneliness.

They were very different, the two lives, but similar. I never had friends in either, only people who disposed me and people who pretended to like me. I was hated in both, though people his their hatred when they found out about my power. I have been mocked, I have been told false praises. I have learned to just do my best to ignore others and their opinions. People never liked me anyway. Both lives were full of pain and bad memories.

But those lives are behind me now.

I grab a tray and dump some eggs and canned fruit on my plate and head to an empty table. Sitting down, I quickly eat my breakfast, thankful that the food is not bad. It certainly isn't the best, but when you are hungry, you eat what you get. As I am eating a plate thuds down next to me and a girl sits down.

"Hey, Rage," She says casually, running a hand through her green hair. "I decided to sit with you. We girls need to stick together."

I give her the best imitation of a smile that I can summon up.

"Victoria, right?" I ask her, making sure I have her name right.

"Yup! Now, where are you from?" She asks curiously.

"Oh, just a small town," I answer, dismissing the question.

Thankfully, an outburst from across the cafeteria draws her attention, preventing her from pressing further.