"SANDRA!!!!" Yelled my mother, about a week after I technically killed Winter.
"There's a video on the news about a girl at your school who died in P.E. class."
I nodded.
She was furious. "I KNOW IT WAS YOUR FAULT, SANDRA. I KNOW IT WAS. EVERYTIME SOMEONE DIES, IT SEEMS YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT."
I shrugged. "It was partly my fault. Most stuff is. But it was mainly hers. I was having my period of blindness when I told her not to stop running. She has brown eyes, she should have realized that. It's her fault for allowing me to control her. All she had to do, was shine her eyes, and then I would have stopped. If she just did that from the beginning, our teacher wouldn't have even made her run."
My mom opened her mouth to shout at me, but the doorbell rang. I opened it. It was Azalya.
She shook her head. "Sandra, how could you kill another person? What's your problem?"
My mom gave her a high five, which Azalya slapped with her left hand. I cringed.
So did my mother, slightly, but she had grown to like Azalya. Much more than me. She was able to look over her weakness. She was able to look over anyone's weakness.
Just not mine.
Anyway. "You saw it on the news, too?" My mother asked, with a voice of both humor and disgust.
Azalya looked at her. "What?"
"The news." She said, slightly impatiently. You saw that Sandra killed that girl on the news."
Azalya looked at her, puzzled.
"No..." She said, then looked away. "I....I didn't see it anywhere....I just.....kind of....knew it..."
She slowly looked up at me. "How did I know it, Sandra? Did you tell me and I just forgot? Or maybe-"
"I never told you, Azalya." I honestly answered. "I never told anyone."
She looked down again, her eyes wide.
She ran to the mirror, and stared at herself for a while.
"I know a lot of things. Things that no one tells me."
I nodded.
"It's....my eyes, isn't it?"
I gasped.
"My eyes are brown. I always knew they were different, but....I never really believed...."
She looked down at her arms.
"I'm left handed, too."
I nodded.
"I'm frowned upon, because i'm so weak. My weakness outshines my eyes, doesn't it?"
I shrugged. "It depends on how you choose to look at it."
She seemed so flabbergasted.
"You were right, Sandra...and you....you have brown eyes, too."
I nodded again.
"You could have saved that girl." Azalya sounded disgusted. "You're a killer. You really are."
"Azalya-"
But I was too late.
She left the killer's house.
