Klaus' P.O.V
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It's been a few days since I was stuck with ghosts yelling in my face. I couldn't do it anymore, I hate my powers. Why couldn't I have gotten something cool like Allison or Diego? If I'm being honest I would rather be in Vanya's position, I'd take no powers over terrifying ghosts any day.
I don't know how to make them go away, they never leave. I know they want someone to listen too but no matter how much I try to embrace my 'nature' I just can't, it's just too much.
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"Klaus, dad wants you down stairs... you're late," Allison says in a sassy tone as she leans on my door frame.
"Be there in a minute," I say back, she walks away leaving me alone.
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I can feel them, I know they're there and that's what's so scary, knowing that there's a possibility that I'm being watched at any second, it makes me paranoid and I hate it, I hate it so much.
I walk down the stairs to my family which happened to all have annoyed looks directed at me.
"Because your late, training has been extended which means that play time has been shortened...thanks a lot," Diego says.
"I forgot..."
"Number 4, you have been disappointing me lately," dad said whilst giving me a stern look.
"I'm sorry," I say, keeping my head down, there is no point in arguing with our father.
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We spent hours running up stairs, punching and kicking punching bags, using our powers to try and enhance our fighting skills and practise fighting with each other. When it was finally over everyone was so out of breath that 'play time' or whatever had lost meaning. We all went back into our own rooms...except Luther and Allison.
I was sitting on my bed trying to paint my nails when I heard faint noises, I looked up and I see a girl with bullet wounds, there were so many of them... HOW DO YOU MAKE IT STOP!?!?!
That was it, I had enough, I could do this anymore, I could do anything anymore so I opened my window and climbed down a vine which was fortunately growing in just the right place.
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I left the academy and I finally felt free which was something that I haven't felt in a long time but then I heard them again.
I ran.
I kept going but the further I ran the louder the noises got.
I ran into an alley and I heard them yelling in my face.
"Go away!!!!"
A middle-aged man walked up to me, "woah kid what kinda shit are you on?"
"Umm..."
"Come on kid, don't pretend I ain't a cop, I know your on drugs"
"I'm on what?"
"So your trying to tell me that you just happened to yell 'go away' at some air?"
"Yes?"
"Haha that's funny now for real kid, who's your dealer?"
"Nobody, I don't take drugs!"
"Not even a little weed?"
"No."
"So you've never smoked weed?"
"Never."
"Do you want to?"
"No thanks, I'll just go now."
