Xavier Boarding School,
Friday, May 3 - A little birdy told me that there's a party being held tonight. Details of the where-abouts will be given to the student's invited via a white note under the door of their dorm. Get dressed in your party clothes and get ready to party, just don't drink too much alcohol, you don't want to get caught. Yes, that's right, this is a secret party. So, keep those lips sealed unless you want to suffer the cruel punishments.
A white envelope was slipped underneath the door of my dorm, it sparked my attention and drew me away from the novel that rested in my lap. I stood from my bed and approached it, tearing it open and reading it. A party was the last thing on my mind; everything had gone down hill lately.
I failed my last literature test which happened to be a week after the incident with Alexander. My teacher accepted the reason for my results being poor; I had been shaken up and still, to this day, I hadn't recovered. Nor had I given myself the courage to face Alexander. Charlie kept reminding me that it was in self-defence but I kept thinking I was a horrible monster that I had dreaded of becoming.
It was all because these stupid powers. They kept reminding me that it wasn't a burden but a blessing; powers were only given to a selected few. I happen to notice that there weren't just a selected few but almost 100 of us or more. They should stop with the 'chosen one' bull, nobodies believing it and I can't believe they had me fooled within the first couple months of becoming a student at Xavier Boarding School.
I sat on my bed with the letter in my hands, I glanced down at it for a moment before closing my eyes and thinking. Was it worthwhile? I'd probably just drag down the party atmosphere; I was convinced that was a super power too. What if Alexander was there? That stupid, controlling hunk who made my blood boil.
He was a contributing factor to me becoming a monster; the reason why I fought back physically instead of a quick, witty remark.
I put down the letter, shoving it underneath my pillow before slipping on my boots and tying up my laces. I fixed my oversized sweater and glanced at my reflection in the full length mirror behind my door. I wasn't dressed for a party, which was probably a good thing but then again, I was much too dressed down.
It didn't matter; one more thing to judge me about wasn't going to do any bad. I already felt terrible about myself.
I found myself looking at myself for longer, focussing on my glasses and missing my eyes. I missed their extraordinary colour, the long eyelashes that were now hidden and I wished I had never taken them for granted. I don't think I'd ever see them again, without uncontrollably using my power or one of the many.
There was a light tap on the door, startling me and as I quickly recovered, I opened the door. Farah stood there with her hands on her hips, "so are you coming?" she asked, smirking.
"Get in loser, we're going partying" I quoted a movie but the name escaped me in the moment. I faked a smile, like I always did, it's something I've perfected over the time. "I thought I was going to have to convince you" Farah confessed.
"No, now, can we get going before I do change my mind?" I asked, smiling gently as I quickly slipped my dorm key into my bra and closed the door.
"We wouldn't want that, would we?" Farah smirked, taking my wrist in her hand and wandering down the hall with me but being extra careful that nobody caught us. We certainly didn't want any questioning as to why we're lingering around campus at six o'clock at night and Farah was becoming impatient.
I think the girl just needed a small drink to relax her nerves and relieve the pressure she's been under.
We finally arrived at the secret venue without being caught either, thankfully. Farah was the first to enter, heading straight to the drinks. I followed after her, avoiding dancing students and their drinks which were filled to the brim and almost spilling.
"Well, would you look who it is?" I heard a familar deep voice from behind me. I stopped myself from clenching my fists and swearing underneath my breath; my blood began to boil.
I turned on my heel and faced Alexander who was wearing a smirk upon his handsome face. I didn't speak, too worried that I'd break my own boundaries and kill the poor man. I, also, had no idea what he wanted from me.
"I didn't think you'd show your face at a party like this" he stated, glancing around before looking back at me. "Why do you say that?" I asked, keeping my voice calm and even.
"You don't seem like the party type" he commented. He was quite good at small talk and being very hard to read; his face displayed no emotion.
"What type do I seem like?" I questioned. I'd perfected the answering with a question strategy. If you could even call it a strategy.
"The quiet, gentle type" Alexander replied. I'm almost certain he added 'gentle' to mock me and tease me for my outburst, I mean, self-defence.
"I'm going to walk away because I'm the better person" I told him, turning on my heel and thinking about finding Farah. "But we're having a nice chat" he said, taking hold on my hand gently.
I flinched at his touch and glared at him. "I don't know what you want from me but you can just get lost" I told him, pulling my hand away from his. "You've caused enough damage" I added.
If only he knew what I was going through.
"Do as you wish but we'll speak again" Alexander commented, smirking slightly. I flipped him the bird before walking away from him with clenched fists.
"You need a drink" Farah commented as she watched me approach. She quickly took my hand, dragged me to the beverages and poured me some cheap wine.
I needed more than a drink.
I need help.