I ignored Evelyn, all of them, again.

Ignoring was all I could do, what else could I hope to achieve. Fight back? I couldn't even if I tried. Tell a teacher? They wouldn't care. Tell my Mother? She was stressed and worked up enough without me burdening her any more than she already was...

Our next class wouldn't take place in our homeroom, yet I took the chance to slip into the girls bathroom. I had to, lest they see anything that would just worsen my suffering...

Across the stalls of the bathroom was a massive rectangular mirror, uncleaned, marks blotted all over.

I stood before it, watching myself. At the corner of my forehead, a bit of blue swelled. With a touch I jerked back, it was painful. Teeth biting in my lip, breaths exhaled, then it happened...

I cried.

Tears trailed down my cheeks as I slipped into on of the stalls, sitting atop a closed toilet pot. Sitting in silence as my heart ached...

Why me? Everyday?... Why...

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my coat. My heavy breaths, uncontrollable. I hated my life so much... I wish there were more to it than going to a school, learning useless subjects for a few marks on a page. Doing that while people made the ugly girl, me, the mockery of the class. Everyday, every year.

With a pant I gripped my knees. I wish there was more to life than just, this...

I sat back, wiping my face once more. As a kid, I've always dreamt like any other of being lucky, lucky enough to have the freedom to become what everyone in the world envied.

Superhuman. One of the heroes of the world. To fly with a simple thought. To run faster than even a jet plane. To be able to lift even more than what any man-made machine ever could. To envoke magic with the simple thought or movement of the hand.

I wasn't lucky. Most people would get their awakening by 15, and being a 18 year old girl clearly showed that my chances were null.

Dreams. Dying, dead dreams.

Perhaps that was why I lost hope, my dream had died.

I don't know what made me do it... What forced the urge into me, and got me to scratch into my bag for the one thing I hated most in the world.

I'd pray to God. Pray to whatever deity that existed. I'd pray that what I did, was and will do could just stop.

I couldn't. Through my backpacks side pocket, a glint of steel. The pocket knife, barely longer than my hand. Small, yet my breaths became ragged, uncontrolled.

Gritting my teeth together, I pulled at my sleeve, exposing the hundreds of partially healed cuts, took the knife and cu-

The bathroom entrance slammed open as I perked up to the trudging of feet. Breaking me from my immediate trance. I slipped the knife away.

"Wonder where'd that bitch go?", the voice belonged to one person. Evelyn. My throat l dried up as my eyes opened wide.

"Probably ran home. She's such a crybaby ha!" Another girl mocked with a laugh. The voice of Evelyn grunted, "Fuck her, just get done Marie, I wanna get back to class before anyone starts thinking we decided to ditch our math class".

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"C'mon, didn't you see her face when you kicked her. Cmonnn Evey," Marie spoke walking into one of the stalls.

"Hmmm' yeah..." Evelyn mumbled in response.

Following the flush of a toilet, and soon enough, they left. I don't know how long I sat there after in wait. Yet at a point I stood up and braved myself to open my stall.

The bathroom was empty, as always during work periods. I scurried out, making a short glance at the mirror, checking my appearance. Once I made it back into the school walkway, I wondered if I should even go this late to my maths class.

Ugh...

I didn't want to go back there. I just couldn't. Rather, I decided that wasting the period on the roof section would be a tad better. Walking down the hall, making it towards one of my schools stairways. I walked up until I got to the upper deck and in the gusty winds of the outside world, sat there, mulling.

Time passed uneventfully in the cold,Ignoring both the bells signalling the start and end of periods and the growling hunger of my stomach. One slice of bread really couldn't keep you full, nor satiate your hunger for even an hour, at all.

Even if I slipped back into the school for lunchtime, what was the use considering I had no money to pay for a thing.

The sky coalesced, darkening to a premonition of rain. I should really get going.

Soon enough, the final bell passed, and all students of Southcreek High was permissed for the day. I watched atop the roof as students filled the courtyard trickling their way through the gate home.

I sighed holding my pained stomach, finally walking back to take my leave as well. Reaching the ground floor, I made my way to the entrance until I perked up at a voice.

"Aoi, 'four eyes'," Marie, one of Evelyns many lackeys called to me, beckoning me with her hand.

I lowered my head, stopping in my tracks. "Uh-uhm... Ye-Y-Yess?" I mumbled stupidly.

"Your bestie, Evelyn is looking for you," the brunette smirked, walking towards me. "Come"

I stood stock still, trying to inch myself away and leave. Marie gripped my left arm, causing me to yelp. The cuts on my arm still hurt...

"I said come!!" The girl pulled me more forcefully. I bit my lip again, this time hurting. Head hanging low, I followed.

The girl dragged me out the back entrance, towards a gravel clearing that stood aways from us. A cluster of trees stood directly next to that. As we neared I spotted 4 or maybe even 5 figures. It was probably Evelyn and her.... friends.

They were busy chattering amongst one another, stopping once their gazes found us. Evelyn smilled widely, barely hiding how fake it came off.

Standing in front her, I gulped,"Um... yes?"

Evelyn, asjusted her loose hair with a flick of her hand, allowing the wind to let it flutter. "You probably know how much I love you, right?" She stated casually. "So much so that I don't think you'd mind bringing 10 dollars for me tommorow, ay?"

"Um w-what?," I asked, flabbergasted. I barely had food to eat on most days and Evelyn is asking money. Really, she knows how tough life is for anyone who really lives here.

"10 dollars. Tommorow," She reaffirmed, her fake tone dissipating.

She was sweuous"I, I dunno if I'll have the money fo- for you?" I spoke softly, whispering almost.

"Oh? Oh so you won't have it?" Rasing a brow, her one hand reached out as I jerked back. She held onto my chin, lifting my head to look up towards her. She was taller than me by a foot or more.

I opened to speak, "Yes I'm sor-"

The same hand holding my chin, retracted and in a blurr, she slapped me across the face. I slipped back, cheek burning, and as I slumped against the tree behind me, my glasses slipped off. Landing amongst the gravel and sand beneath me.

It hurt. It wasn't the first time. But it hurt... My cheek ached, a pulsing warm pain reverberating through.

Reorienting myself, stop to looking at her, I bent down to pick up my glasses before a weight slammed onto the back of my neck, forcing me face first into the cold ground.

It held me down, gravel biting into my face, I forced my head to turn and I saw a glimpse of Evelyn, foot pinning me down before that weight worsened. Pressing me harder as I struggled.

"Stop please!!," Sand found its way into my eyes, as my neck ached and for once I couldn't keep my mouth.

"Oh should I? Well then you'll bring it tommorow, right?" Her foot never left my head as I panted. I didn't know what to answer back, I tried ignor-

The weight atop my head dissipated as her foot was taken off. Yet in that same moment, as I turned on the ground, I caught a glimpse of her foot before my vision turned dark.

......

I laid there, in the dirt, blood trailing down from my temple. I couldn't recall what she said as she and her gang left. I didn't know anything aside from one thought...

Gripping the sand, I coughed. If there was one thing I knew...

It was that I wanted to die...