User:Mishymolly

-BLINK-  I walked slowly back from school, flicking through songs on my iPod. “Hey girl, where are you going?” a familiar voice called, and I turned, letting my long blonde hair fall over my face, hiding my features. I recognized him from science class, Randy, I think. I sighed, turning back around, avoiding his stare, and walked back towards my house. Quick pounding on the pavement made me turn around, assuming Randy would be there, but instead, Jane stood, breathing like she had just run away from an angry bear. “Hey Beth!” she spoke between tight breaths. “Did you see the new boy? He is really strange, holding up to Randy like that. What an idiot!” Jane remarked, her green eyes sparkling. I kept quiet, allowing Jane to rant endlessly about the day’s happenings. “What’s wrong, Beth, you look like someone’s just lost their parents!” Jane joked. “I have lost my parents. Is living in an Orphanage not enough to prove that to you?” I murmured, hiding my anger. Jane fell silent, finding particular interest in the footpath below her. I sighed, pulling out my earphones and dropping them in my pocket. “Sorry Jane. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.” I sighed again, looking down at my feet as I walked home. “It’s okay, but Beth, please, just stop being so selfish” Jane answered, her enthusiasm quickly evaporating as she turned down her street. I bit my lip hard, regretting everything.

 Unpacking my bag, I headed to my room. I checked my clock, the fluorescent green digits glowed in the dim light, reading 4:23. I fell down onto my bed, surprised that the chatter of children talking and giggling in the next few rooms in the Orphanage had died down to silence. I felt cold eyes staring at me, boring into my soul, and looked around wildly, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise, filling me with a strange dread. I looked under my bed, expecting to see the face of a child who attempted to play a prank on me, but to my surprise, there was nothing. I told myself off for being so stupid. Sighing, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I parted my hair, exposing my face. My luminous orange eyes where for the room to see once again. I doubt a soul on this Earth have ever seen them, other than a slight glimpse. That is, excluding the doctor I visited privately about them. He said that there was a few explanations to why I, had…..such…different eyes. But he never lived to tell the story. I Blinked. I screamed as I watched his eyes turn upwards, he started coughing blood, his body bent at an odd angle, and then, he dropped to the ground, dead. Maybe, he taken drugs or….stabbed himself when I wasn’t looking. I had 6 years to think about this, to take it in, I’m 13 now. I knew from the start I killed him, I didn’t touch him, or even hurt him in anyway. My parents died when I was born, my mother died at childbirth and my father drove off the bridge in the hurry to see his new born baby at the hospital. Shivering, I pulled the duvet over my head, and to my surprise, I fell asleep. I stood, like a barbaric warrior on the top of a tower of dead bodies, my eyes exposed. I think I was at school, quite close to room 21. To my surprise, I was smiling. The bodies were mainly people I knew, and a few faces around school I had seen once or twice. They were covered in a thick coating of blood and gore. I tried to reel back in fright, to whimper, to scream, but my body wouldn’t move, frozen in a eternal position. I woke up, sweat pouring down my forehead, my breathing sounded strained and wheezy. I was tangled tightly in my sheets. I ripped my duvet off, jumping out of bed, taking a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. My clock read 1:38 am, and I didn’t take a second thought as I rushed out of my room, my feet pounding on the soft carpet as I sprinted down the hall, out the door, towards school. I had to know it wasn’t true.

 I breathed out happily as I saw nothing at school but shadows. The school seemed so different without children playing foursquare and a good amount of boys polluting the old playground. I decided to go in. Gripping the cold metal of the gates, I hauled myself over them with ease, landing with a light thud on the concrete. Sudden movement caught my attention, and I hid behind a classroom as I watched four tall teenage boys haul a girl onto the concrete. “You shouldn’t have said that, bitch” The boy at the front hissed. The girl started crying, hiding her face with her hands, the man towering over her like a wolf eyeing down its prey. I watched, wide eyed as the man slapped the cowering girl, straight across her face. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” the girl whimpered. The man punched her hard in the head, and I held back a cry of alarm as the girl fell to the ground, gasping, and coughing blood. I have had enough, I thought as I stepped out of my hiding place and approached the men. They turned to me, the boy telling his friends angrily to shoo me off, I pushed my hair out of my face. “Nice contacts, kid, get out, or you will get on Sam’s bad side” The man in the black coat motioned to Sam, who was still shouting at the girl as if she was a bad dog. I kept quiet, tilting my head to one side, taking in this offer. I Blinked. Their eyes clouded with fear, gripping their necks as the three men choked, spitting blood, their bodies crumpling to the ground, dead. I gulped, biting my lip, ignoring the impulse to run away, instead, I stood still, waiting for Sam to realise that he no longer had back-up. It didn’t take long for him to turn. He looked surprised as he fell to the ground like a ragdoll, choking on his own blood. The girl lay on the ground, unconscious.

 I went back to sleep as soon as I got home, and didn’t wake up again until there was a knock on my door. “Bethany, honey, breakfast is on the table. There’s no school today.” The owner of the Orphanage called through the door. No school? It was Thursday, I pondered. I soon came to a realisation that the school is now probably a massive crime scene. I walked down to the breakfast table, sitting next to Abigale, a wide eyed 6 year old girl with massive brown curls. All the children’s attention was drawn to the television, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the screen as well. The girl that I helped last night sat in the news studio, obviously being interviewed. Her long straight honey-blonde hair circled her face, she would’ve been pretty if it weren’t for the huge brown and blue bruises dotted around her face. “So did you see what happened?” The interviewer asked, looking at the girl, intrigued. “Well, my boyfriend was drunk, and I told him he was an idiot, and that we would be breaking up, then he got angry, and he started hurting me, that’s when a little girl with glowing eyes turned up, and they all died as soon as they looked at her. Then everything went black...” The girl answered, staring at her feet, obviously uncomfortable. “Tell me about this little girl you saw. Are you sure you weren’t hallucinating? I have had enough. I got up from my chair and started back to my room, but Annabelle, the caretaker, stopped me in my tracks. “There was a call for you on the phone.” She said, as she handed me her device. “Hello?” I asked, holding the phone to my ear. “Hello, is this Bethany Rodgers?” I gulped, taking a second to answer. “Yes” “I’m the principle of our school, Ms Hadens. I need to talk to you.” “Okay, when do you want me to come?” I bit my lip. “As soon as possible, I don’t have much spare time today.” She hung up, and I thought, silently taking everything in. Did she know?

 I sat in the red leather chair before Ms Hadens, eyeing me down like a hawk would do to a plump mouse. “Now, Bethany, Randy says that you have been bullying him, and you threatened him with a knife.” What the hell? I have only ever spoke to that dumbass once in my life, and I’m not doing it again. “Can you please get your hair off your face so we can talk without me thinking your day dreaming?” She asked, her voice tight. I removed the hair from my face as I was told, and looked down at my feet, waiting for Ms Hadens to speak. “Look up, dear, stop being rude!” Ms Hadens commented irritably. “Please don’t look at me.” I said in a surprisingly sad tone. I didn’t look up. “I didn’t, in my life, threaten anyone with a knife, neither have I spoken to a boy in such way.” I said my voice quiet. “Look up!” She repeated, louder this time. I looked up at her, meeting her cold stare. She flinched at my eyes. I Blinked. Her body convulsed, she gurgled, started coughing, blood spreading out in a large pool on her desk. I didn’t flinch, but felt the sudden urge to cry, but I kept it inside. A startled cry sounded from a child behind me, I twisted around, ending up to be face to face with a small boy, his eyes clouded with fear. He ran to the phone and punched in 911. I let my hair fall over my features once more, I shouted at the boy as he said in a small voice into the phone, “A girl just made the principle dead!” I face palmed myself. “The police are going to get you!” The little boy cried as he ran out the door. God, how wrong he was.

 I ran, my feet taking me faster than I have ever ran before, down the streets, I didn’t know where I was going, but I continued to run, not stopping at anything. Locals shot strange glances at me as I sprinted past them. I needed to be free. I live in a society where everyone watches my every move. But that’s not what I want. I stopped running. I looked at my surroundings, and was surprised to find myself in a thick forest. I sat down in a patch of grass, and Blinked. Nothing died. There was no blood. I was free. I Blinked again. I didn’t know how long I sat there, but it was starting to get dark, and I could feel cold shadows spread over the forest, over me. The cracking of branches startled me, and I swivelled around, finding myself engulfed in torch light. “Hey, I think we found her.” I strong male voice boomed, making me jump back. “Put your hands up, kid!” The man asked, but I didn’t move. I stood up slowly, noticing four loaded guns pointed at me. My eyes glowed brighter than the torch they were shining on me. “Please, don’t look at me” I asked in a cold voice with no emotion. I Blinked.