Her (Part 1, I Can’t Say)

“Why,” I ask as I pick up my backpack.

I walk along the road, all the way to school.

“Why,” I grunt again. “Why did I say yes?”

I was a scrawny 9 year old with sandy blonde hair and sea-green eyes.

Covered in freckles.

I called myself ugly, though no one agreed.

“Say yes to what?” Dusa asked me as I walked into school.

“Yes to-” I was cut of by a horrible spasm of shivers, and my throat tightened.

“YeS tO doINg chOrES,” I lied mierably.

“Nuh-uh, your lieing,” Dusa stated. “I can tell.”

“Oh,” I said, without my voice shaking. “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell.”

“But we’re BFFs! We share everything,” Dusa exclaimed.

“Dusa, It’s for your own safety,” I responded angrily.

“No, it’s not! I’ll hit you if you don’t tell me now,” Dusa wailed. If I was mad, she was furius!

"I don't care," I choked horribaly, not being able to speak.

That's when the slap came, sending me to the foor. I was already bruising.

"Dusa!" Mrs. Coman exlcaimed. Mrs. Coman was our art teacher- super strict. "Dusa, that action is inexusable!" She scribbled furiously on a notepad and shoved the paper into Dusa's hand. "Go to the princable's office, now!"

Dusa didn't argue-she didn't want to get in more trouble. She stormed off in tears.

I noticed the floor began to rumble, and I began to scream loudly in my head, so loud that a wail escaped my lips.

"Shh, Leena, it will be okay," Ms. Elsie said. Oh, Ms. Elsie! The school councilor, and the fairest teacher in the school. "We'll get you to the clinic."

"ABAndoN scHOOL," I cried out to the students. "I'm wrong, somethings- ugh" I was cut of by my own coughing.

There was no time for Ms. Elsie to help me, I was already floating upwards.

"Leena," Mrs. Comen gasped.

I gurgled inaudable screams of protest as I standed right side up in the air. The ground rumbled, and walls colapsed, trapping everyone inside.

I gasped as the thin cord around my neck began to glow, trapping me in shadows, untill I swirled among them, my hair black, my jacket a black cloack, and my clothes black armor.

My eyes glow red- and I'm stuck inside my own body.

All of my actions aren't truly mine- their her's.

All I can do is watch the destruction like a television.