MY Mind Faults

The Start of The End

"Now, does anyone know the name of the most powerful emperor?" The teacher spoke quickly and me, stuck yet again in the bottom, we made eye contact. My heart skipped a beat, empty words that I may have overheard flooded into my barley woken mind. nothing.

"32?... 32!" I barely spoke, just beneath my breath. The class broke into laughter as a sighed and choked back a wave of tears could anything get worse than this? I wish my mind would have just kept silent, which seemed to work at home.

" Well, Miss. Vikas, that would be correct, if only this were math class!" She scuffled alongside the class. The noise haunted me, filled me with anger, I felt it boil through my veins. I converted the rage into sadness, per usual, but apparently this time bodily fluids too. The waterfall of tears burst through my emotional barricades as I projectile vomited over the class.

" OH MY GOD! hahaha! Voimakas? More like vomiters!" The class outraged screaming and laughing, including the teacher. I began to feel my palms warm-up and an unfamiliar tingle sensation trickled throughout my body like wildfire, I felt as if I could punch a hole through the roof. The class briefly went silent, before breaking into screams yet again, but this time they seemed scared. My eyes were clutched closed and I vigorously wrenched them open to see my hands ablaze. I swept my hands from my sides to spread out like an eagle preparing for flight. More screams as a fell to my knees and felt a warm coziness inside. As I look around myself in terror, I saw the bodies of my classmates, all- I held my breath at the thought of it - all dead. It could indeed, get a lot worse.

I woke up to my dad yelling, and my mom running. I slowly slithered off the couch holding my breath. My dad stopped in his tracks, my heart started going a thousand miles a second. I felt the floorboards creak beneath his heavy body and heard the buckle from his belt unlike. shit! I knew what was happening so I rolled underneath the couch I thought back to the dream, could this happen? I used all the rage towards him and lifted my arms from my sides, but when I peaked, nothing. Still biting my tung, the couch lifted.

"get the Fuck up. You're not too good for the belt!" He screamed. I ran as fast as I could. mom was just outside the door. We had been prepared for the next time he got drunk, but I didn't think it would be this soon. My mom took her long brown hair and tied it in a low ponytail revelling the red marks dad had left on her pale skin. The pain I knew she felt didn't match her face. I knew she was trying to be brave for me. I pulled her arm and looked her in the eyes,

"Mom, stop," I said as she kept rustling into our bags. "STOP," I said affirmatively but not loudly. Her pale blue eyes softened while I held a hand out to her.

'we have run. Run from this hell. This isn't a new life it's an old one we need to get out of this place. I don't care what you're going to say." She said pulling me closer into a hug.

I slammed the door as my mom revved the engine. It wouldn't start. By this time dad was already at my door trying to get in. All I wanted was to disappear. To finally be safe. I started to cry and just like in the dream I felt a power surge through me. I closed my eyes and felt it slowly trickle down my spine like an endless waterfall. Something spoke to me.

'grab her hand' the voice said repeatedly echoing through my mind

grab her hand

Grab her hand

Grab-

I reached over and felt the cold embrace of my mom, this voice had some power over me. I let out a screech as my dad broke through the car doors glass. The shatter was all I heard before. nothing. I felt absolutely nothing.