Different

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Jimin's point of view

"We're going to try a new approach" she says, and I open my eyes. I wonder what kind of approach that is. For a second, she just stands there smiling at me.

I hit the ground with a loud resounding thud.

"What the hell is that for?!"

She walks up to me and crouches, her face scrutinizing me.

"I hate you. For everything you've done to me and for everyone else as well. You wreck everything in your path."

She stands up and kicks me in the gut, hard. I watch her smirk as she turns away and walks towards the exit.

"Wait!" I shout, standing up myself.

"We are not through. You can't just say that and walk away from me. What the hell are you talking about?" I ask, grabbing her arm.

As soon as I touch her I fall back down to the ground, clutching my hand in pain. She burnt me, she actually hurt me.

"Don't touch me again." She says, anger carving into every inch of her smooth features.

She's, angry at me? I ... don't understand.

"Jess wait" I say and get back up again, attempting to run over to her.

I stumble backwards for the millionth time. This time she punched me on the jaw. Bringing my hand up to the wound I look at it. She drew blood.

"What the hell has gotten into you?!"

"what the hell has gotten into you" she mimics me.

"Seriously!" I ask, and she gives me another death stare. 

"Do you have to know absolutely everything all the time. Do I ever get a break from you?" She says poking my chest harshly, a sneer on her lips.

"Well I don't know" I say sarcastically.

Her anger seems to grow intensely at this and she starts picking things up, throwing them at me.

Chairs, weights, bars, anything you can think of they all come flying at me, scraping or bruising me as I try to duck past them.

"Jess stop this!"

As if robotically, she stops. But only to have white tendrils flow from her arms and towards me. My arms get stung a multitude of times as I try and block it, but it just flows through the pieces of furniture I try to use as shields.

Jess' Point of View

I continue to keep the angry face plastered on but every time I lash at him and he screams in pain it falters. All I really want to do is go over to him and hug every inch of him and tell him that I'm sorry for causing him any pain at all. But I have a feeling that the only way that he's going to learn how to use this power is by pain and anger.

Being the empath that he is he needs to use his emotions to fuel the white and he works so well with others emotions, but not his own apparently.

I can see the anger start to form on his face and how it grows after every little thing I throw and after every hateful word I spew.

"Has the little mafia boy grown weak? How easy would it be for me to break you?" I say and the pink in his eyes grows darker faster. Taking on a more reddish hue.

I don't throw any more objects towards him and he stands there, staring at me very darkly.

"Nothing to say for yourself?" I ask, and he leans forwards, throwing his left arm out towards me.

I duck towards the floor as a burst of white flies over my head. I turn around from my crouched position and look at the piece of glowing, formed fog lying in the pieces of shattered mirror.

"Wow, good job Jimin. Finally." I say and stand up. When I look over at him his entire face just screams confused and I laugh at his condition.

"This was the new approach" I say, and the confusion disappears, becoming replaced with annoyance.

He stalks past me and out of the door, the piece of white in the corner dissipating into nothing. 'Well I should have assumed he'd be annoyed at me.' I think to myself.

I brush my hands off and go grab a broom, cleaning up the bits of broken chair and glass, not even bothering with the weights and bars thrown around the room. 

Hey peaches, Author bullshit here- Okay so I've literally got two to three more chapters written but i'm trying so hard to upload them and it won't work. Cross your fingers lol