It was now Wednesday, two days since I was almost burned alive.
I put on my hoodie and jeans before I grabbed my dagger and hid it back inside my journal and put it inside my backpack.
You never know what'll happen.
I went downstairs and saw my family at breakfast.
"Look it's Miss. Crazy." Blake teases.
I pick up an apple from the counter and aim for his head when Mom grabs my wrist to stop me. I had no control over myself anymore.
"Don't you throw that. I don't know what's gotten into you but you better fix it."
I can't fix this. I wish I could but I lost control , it's like I'm possessed or like a puppet.
I'm not in control of myself anymore.
I wish I could turn back time.
This is hell.
—
I sit in the back of the bus next to the window and flip my hood up. Everyone was looking at me. Whispering. I wanted to jump up from my seat and tell them to take their eyes off me or I'd rip them out , but I know that would just make me look worse.
Em' sits next to me as the bus begins to move.
"Is everything gonna be okay again , Em'? What the hell is wrong with me? I'm becoming a monster."
"No, you're not." she whispers softly. "Everything will get better, I promise."
—
We arrive at school and I flip my hood off and put everything in my locker as my friend Ivory approaches me.
"Avia! There you are!" she says with open arms.
I hug her and when we break the hug she asks, "What's up wit your face? And how'd you get that scar that's been stitched up."
"Long story."
"Can you text me later?"
"About my face?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry . I'm just really concerned."
"Yeah. I'll text you after school. But don't tell anyone else."
"Okay, but prepare for a lot of questions. People are talking about you."
"Behind my back?" I slam my locket door.
"Yes...I try to stop it whenever I'm around to here it but it never works."
"I'll get them..." I smirk.
"Avia, are you okay? You seem different."
"What do you mean different?"
"I don't know. You're angrier than usual. Usually you just shrug things off now you're angry and vengeful."
"No, I'm fine. Everything is fine."
"Okay, but I'm worried about you."
"Ugh, everyone is . They don't need to be. I'm okay."
I take my books and walk to class.
"See you at lunch, Avia!" , she says as she waves.
"See you then, Ivory." I wave back.
—
I make it to first period on time and still hear everyone whispering about me. I see Vrai walk in and sit in her seat in the other back corner. I keep my eyes on her.
What would happen if everyone knew who's fault this was? What would happen to Vrai?
Every time I looked at Vrai I felt this weird urge.
I don't know what it was , all I knew was I felt like punching her...or something much worse. Every time I looked at her evil face my hands twitched. She makes me sick.
Mrs. Crocker walks over to my desk , "Avia, are you doing better?"
"Yes, I'm a lot better. Thanks for asking."
"No problem, Miss. Caylor."
I bit my pen to try to keep control my weird twitching.
Vrai looked at me and smirked.
Jackass.
Mrs. Crocker looked at me from the front of the class and asked, "Avia, do you need to see the nurse?"
She must've noticed me twitching.
"Y-yes." I stutter.
"Okay, you may go."
I get up from my seat and head out and down the hall to the nurse's office.
Nurse Hartfield's door was open but I just stood in the doorway. I didn't want anyone else to see me.
I was hideous now...but another part of me thinks I'm more beautiful than I've ever been.
"You can come in, I'll get to you in a minute." Nurse Hartfield says not looking up from her files.
I walk in and sat on the nurse's bed.
I was still twitching. When will this end? Please, make it stop.
I lay down and my head ruffles against the paper on the bed.
"Okay, what seems to be the problem?" Nurse Hartfield asks turning around in her chair. "Woah, what happened to your face?"
"Yeah, I get asked that a lot lately."
"Are you in a lot of pain consistently?"
"Surprisingly, no. Not at all."
"Can you roughly explain what happened?"
"Well, I-I can't tell you."
"Can you try?"
"My skin was bleached and I was almost burnt alive. Though I was only on fire for like ten seconds it still would leave more marks but it didn't. And I have no idea why my hair color changed. It doesn't feel burnt."
"I don't know either, that sounds weird."
"I know."
"Do you need to rest here?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Can you sit up for me? You're shaking."
"I know. Make it stop." I feel my eyes water a little.
"It's okay, Avia. Here, just try to get control over your body and mind."
"I try but I can't do it.
"Try harder." She grabs my hands and I try to harder to control myself for a second.
The tears make their way down my face , "I can't, I can't! I don't know what's going on!"
"Can you control your body okay?"
"No. I can't. It's like someone else is inside my body. I know it sounds crazy..."
"I should call your mother."
"No! I'm okay..."
"You can do back to class now if you really feel like you're fine enough, but I'm still calling your mother to let her know what's going on."
I leave the nurse's office and head to the bathroom.
As I was washing my hands I see Vrai standing against the door grinning.
"Go the hell away. You said this was over!"
"Avia, it's not over. It never will be."
"Why are you still doing this? Look at what you did to me!"
"You've gone completely mad."
"I can hardly control myself, Vrai! You made this mess and you'll pay for what you've done to me."
"We'll see about that. Meet Romi and Khailea after school , at 3:30 I can't be with them to join the fun though, so it'll just be you and them. And you better show up."
"Don't make me a killer, but if you do...don't you dare beg for your life."
Vrai chuckles and leaves the bathroom slamming the door behind her.
This bitch just doesn't stop.
—
3:30
Nobody was around , they'd all had gone home already. I meet Khailea and Romi by the bus stop.
"Okay, what do you want with me now?" I hiss .
"Finishing what we started. You survived our trap."
"Obviously."
"Don't move." Romi said as both of the girls whip out their knives. "Amani!" Khailea called.
Right then , I feel someone hold my arms behind my back. "Don't say a word." Amani demanded from behind me.
"Haven't you had enough?" I yell trying to escape from Amani's grasp.
The all laugh.
Both the girls slowly approach me with their knives . They put the blades against my throat. "Take one more step and you're dead."
I glare at them coldly. The urges were becoming more violent as I hear them giggle.
I kicked Amani back and she flew off me.
I snatched both of the knives from their hands.
"What do you think you're doing?" Romi shouts.
"Ending this."
I didn't want to do this.
But if I didn't , I'd still be getting tortured like hell by these fuckers every fucking day. It was time to stop this.
"I'm sorry it has to end this way." I grab Romi by the collar and drag her to the ground making her head hit the concrete. I hold the knife above her heart ...
"Please! Don't! Stop! You're insane!"
"What the hell do you mean I'm insane? You beat me or tried too every time you saw me, you and Vrai tried to kill me by burning me alive."
She was breathing heavily, I was really hesitant this was my only chance I had to stop this.
I plunge the knife into her heart and she instantly died.
My shaking just then had stopped.
That's what my violent urge was.
I looked down at my hands, I was covered in Romi's blood.
Khailea and Amani were still standing there. I look around...there remained not a soul around.
I grin at the girls.
"Please! We won't tell anyone you killed Romi just don't kill us too!"
"I hate to do this, but you've left me with no choice."
I throw Khailea against the flag pole and raced over toward her.
I repeat the words Vrai told me before they all did this too me... "Face it, it's over , you've lost." Still hesitant, I plunge the knife into Khailea's stomach. She forces herself not to scream while I caught up to Amani who was trying to run away.
"You're not going anywhere, Amani." I grab her neck and slam her against a tree. I began to choke her.
"Please...I barely did anything." she struggles to speak.
"Maybe not but you're a witness, and I can't have that."
Amani dies in my hand and I drop her on the ground.
I begin hyperventilating.
I was covered in blood that wasn't mine.
I was holding a knife.
I just killed three girls.
Out of my control again.
I am going crazy.
Wait, not going.
I am crazy.
What have I done?
