Blood tastes bitter, like the pain I feel, though I have not done anything to deserve this. Every day, I endure agony. A tall man visits me in a dream and beats me until I am black and blue, just like my heart and soul.

The first punch is always the worst because the attacker has the greatest strength. From all the adrenaline and anger. But after three punches, they usually weaken. That’s when you’re supposed to strike back- at least that’s what my defense teacher says, but I never used it because I am too weak and do not think that’s a good idea. I heard a crack when he hit me a second time. I think he broke my nose; there is so much blood. It is all coming from me. The blood may be somewhere else too. I am not sure. “Please don’t hit me again. I think two is more than enough,” I say, trying hard not to cry from the pain. “I don’t think so. Maybe six hits will be enough for what your dad did.” He said as he was getting ready to hit me again. “Please, you already broke my nose.” His hands collided with my face. All I felt was pain all over again. The ground started to shake. I was so confused that I thought maybe I had a concussion or something. I felt something come through me, and it made me feel powerful. “What are you doing? Why is the ground shaking and the sky is dark? You’re a freak,” he says. Freak, that’s what everyone would say to me when weird things happen because, for some reason, weird things always happen to me. “I’m not doing anything I promise.” “Lier then why are your eyes glowing” he says getting ready to hit me for the fourth time. “My eyes are glowing,” I say. How are eyes glowing? They had never done that before. And then he goes to hit me again, and for some reason, I get the urge to block it and hit him back. When my hand hits his face, I feel a surge of power come through and the impact is so strong. I never knew I was so strong. I always thought I was weak. The effect of the hit was so strong that the surrounding ground had a crack in it, and I hit him in the face. I guess I am stronger than I thought I was. Though, weirdly, there is a big crack in the ground, I am sure it’s fine. I’m just paranoid. He was completely knocked out. At least I hope so. As I check for a pulse, I see Eloise coming towards me. “Eloise, what are you doing here?” I yell. I was looking for you. I noticed you are going the wrong way. I wanna make sure you are ok,” Eloise yells back. “Ya, I’m fine, and I didn’t know I was going the wrong way. I’m not very good at directions, Flynn It’s usually the one that gets me to school,” I say. “Oh well, you could have followed me. I don’t mind, what’s on your face are you ok," says Eloise. “I’m fine,” I say, Eloise comes closer to me. “Fern you are not ok you have a black eye, and you are bleeding from your nose,” Says Eloise. She looks over and sees a possibly dead man. “Who is that and is he ok?” Says Eloise, well not breaking eye contact with the body. “Ok so it’s a long story, but he started to follow me and then when he got close, he pinned me down and kept hitting me, so I hit him back maybe a little too hard,” I say. Eloise checks for a pulse. “He is alive but we need to go now,” says Eloise. “Ok but why,” I say. Eloise grabs my hands and drags me out of the woods. “I saw so many people looking for him just before I got here we needed to leave before they found us,” says Eloise.

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Eloise is the type of person to whom you can tell anything; she always makes everyone feel safe. She is the most beautiful girl in our school and has the most beautiful blonde hair that is almost white; her eyes are the most beautiful shade of green, and everyone loves her.

“Eloise, I appreciate what you did back there helping me out and believing me,” I say. “No problem, it’s the least I can do because of what my brother did to Flynn,” says Eloise. Eloise’s brother Kyle is a true force to be reckoned with, having once gotten away with murder due to his family’s immense influence. “Did Flynn ever tell you about us?” says Eloise. “No, what are you talking about? He didn’t say everything about you guys. I know you guys are friends,” I say. “Never mind,” Eloise says, avoiding eye contact. The rest of the walk she didn’t talk to me as soon as we made it to our school ‘Whispering Winds High.’ We both went our separate ways.