......Some secrets are better left untouched......
Grace simple small town girl who wanted to never have peers gets stack in an awful position, In a dilemma.
She stays with her single mother who raised her all by herself, until one normal day famili...
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The bullets meant to kill me actually end up killing them. But not all of them are hit by the bullets and are still levitating in mid air looking afraid.
Is this really happening or am I having another one of my weird dreams. This might just be those bilious weird dreams and I might wake up anytime soon.
This can't be real.
I'm livid as I stare at those men and they still didn't give up, they kept on firing their guns and that made me more angry. I have the leverage to do whatever I please to them.
Apparently, that guy who shot inspector Ethan was still alive but wasn't shooting at me and was just starring at me looking afraid and stunned all at once.
My aim was to kill the man who shot inspector Ethan and I imagine his throat tightening and him failing to breath. Exactly what I imagined was happening as I was thinking his throat was tightening and he was failing to breath.
He starts begging for his life while coughing out blood saying between blood coughs, "please...please don't kill me."
Why not burst his throat? I mean he shot a innocent man. Who didn't do anything to him.
Suddenly, I hear a shout "Grace!" from behind me and it's my mother.
"Grace darling it's not worth it. These men are killers but you are not a killer." I turn around and see my my mom. I stare at her and she's slowly easing my anger. Could she be right? I'm not a killer like them and I must not kill because of anger. I'm skeptically thinking as I stare at me.
She says while crying and moving even closer to me, "honey you're not a murderer and you won't become one today. Stop all this!" She shouts really loud.
That man who shot inspector Ethan points his gun at me and fired his gun. The bullet comes straight at my head and Jake shouts "grace look out!" But I was to late to control it because the bullet had already been halfway there.
The bullet doesn't touch my skin because a purple force filled around me was protecting me from the bullet. I turn around and see Camilla waving her hands while looking at me, "I won't be able to hold it!" She exclaims as she stares at me and her eyes reflecting purple.
She created this force filled to protect me from the bullet. She removes the force filled and the bullet falls to the ground. now I'm done playing games or listening to my mothers advice, these guys deserve the same treatment they are giving everybody else.
I'll make them pay!
I make the same man who tried shooting me throw his gun to the ground and his gun goes flying in the air and falls to the floor. I continue making his throat tighten and do the same to his buddies. I might be strangling them with my bare mind.
