Kael
Breathe in and count to seven. Hold the breath for two counts. Breathe out for eleven counts. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
He's used to this. It's alright. Keep calm. Left sightless with a scratchy cloth bound securely over his eyes, cackles of faceless schoolmates surround him, taunting, jeering. The voices swarm into a deafening cacophony until he sinks into a squat, his left palm pressed against the hot grainy pavement as he seeks a form of support.
"Witchery!" shrieks a sharp, shrill voice on his left and his head instinctively jerks to face her. The heavy thuds of feet stomping start to close in on him and he holds himself still as he can, while he struggles to yank of the cloth, the fingers of his right hand scratching wildly at the defiant knot.
"Cursed freak!"
"Thief!"
Heat from the unrelenting sun beats against his back in agreement with the crowd.
"Beat it out of him. It's ours to take anyway," sniggers a familiar voice.
Fear seeps into him, followed by the dreaded panic.
Those words are the last thing he remembers before he mercifully passes out slumped in the middle of a crowd pulsing with fear, anger and a sick sense of sadistic joy- all emotions that he can never afford to feel.
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The Atrocity of Emotion
Teen FictionKael is a regular sixteen year old boy except for the fact that he simply cannot emote. He can't afford to. Having been born with the nature of the Taps, whenever someone triggers an emotion in Kael, a portion of his life-force is converted into mag...
