Show Me The Other Side

I can see the world around me, in my mind. Take life to another level. Bring people into my world. I'm no super hero, no special powers. Bringing people back into my mind, see what I can see, not such a great power held in my will. Maybe I can't actually see like others, but they have no idea of what's coming for them.
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6. Right In The Eyes

I bit my lip after I snorted out my thirty minute laugh session. I don't even know why...but I just had this urge to laugh. My past I guess? 

...Control my past? That has to create something terrible in my time line. Of course it was just something small-it wasn't that bad. I'll be fine...

A silent sigh left my lips as I stood to reach for the handle. I rattled it a few times, hearing Ron shake it back in response. 

" the door," his soft voice spoke through the wooden door. I crunched my eyebrows together. "Come on, Cynthia. I know you're in there!" His anger showed as his voice slowly increased.

When I was younger, I used to see a anger management counselor. She was great-always so calm and gave me techniques to calm myself whenever I got frustrated. 

I remember this one toy she gave me to squeeze when I got angry. Every time I squeezed it, its eyes would pop out. It made me laugh-I guess putting this all together, it does make sense to call my self a maniac. 

"Cynthia!" Ron shouted, kicking at the door. I clenched my teeth-inhaling and exhaling slowly just like what I did when I was small. "I'm done with these games! Open the damn door!"

"No!" I finally replied, agitated from his constant banging and shouting. "I-I don't want to talk to you!" my voice croaked.

He sighed and the footsteps echoed off the walls. I bit my lip again, trying to hold in the tears. It's not my fault that I'm so mean-it's just...I'm not in a good mood. I'm stressed. I just don't want to deal with anyone right now. At least not until tomorrow morning.


My eyes fluttered open, but of course, I wouldn't be able to see anything. I let my imagination take over  my mind when I was in third grade. I wasn't blind then, but when does that stop a little kid? After I became blind, I had no choice. My imagination was the only kind of sight I had left.

"Cynthia, want to go to the mall later?" Sarah Ponsey, the biggest bitch in the third grade. Sometimes I wish I could just pop her fake face off her fake body. She made me so angry-nagging me and picking out my flaws with her stupid little side-kicks. 

"Oh," She laughed, "That's right. Your mom wouldn't let you go...Not like you ever have fun, anyway." 

I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth. Her smirk was asking for a beating. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine that she wasn't there.

I'm in my room. Drawing a comic. All alone, with noone to be angry at.

"What? Closing your eyes makes you hidden? Oh no! Where did Cynthia go?" Sarah said sarcastically. "You're so stupid, Cynthia White!"

I cracked.

My eyes shot open and I just took a whack at her perfect little face. She screetched as she fell to the floor. "I'm not stupid, Sarah!"

She held her cheek, "Well, you're now in trouble!" Sarah pushed herself up and started to limp to a teacher. I was about to explode from anger. She is such a liar! I'm not taking this! My feet stomped to the ground as I pounced ontop of her and started to punch at her face. 

All the kids gatherd around chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" That made me feel powerful. Sarah screamed and kicked her legs up trying to get me off of her but I stepped on her polished boots, stopping her from moving her legs. 

"Get off of me!" She screetched over the wild crowd. I fell back onto the ground, hitting my head. My cheek throbbed and I swear I could taste blood. I narrowed my eyes at Sarah as she got up and dusted off her skirt. She fell face first to the asphalt after I kicked her ankle. There was a crack and the crowd went silent. 

I stared at her, biting the inside of my cheek. Her scream filled everyone ears. I winced and slid myself over to her. My hand hovered over back, about to try to help her out. But before I could even touch her, she shot up and whaked my face.

"Stay away, you-you monster!" Sarah cried. Her face was all red and puffy. Full with bruises and cuts with blood leeking out. Her face had dirt mixing in with the tears. "You will pay for this! My nose is broken becasue of you and I will bring you down, Cynthia! You will never want to be seen at this school, in this town, or anywhere, ever again! Mark my words, White!" She ran off, holding her nose and crying. 

The crowd cleared up and I sat on the ground feeling the tears streaming down. I wasn't upset. I just couldn't help but cry. But this day was a beauty. Today was the day when Sarah Ponsey was known as the ugly cry baby. She's done. Forvever. 

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