I was numb to the pain that I was supposed to be expiriencing as the knife slices over my arm. In my mind I replayed the past week's events. All the torment I suffered at the hands of the hags at school and the constant mental attacks from my stepfather. All of them telling me that earth would be a better place without me. I have no clue how they got this theory; I have done nothing to them.
But I won't make them happy by taking my own life. I would get my revenge. I smiled down at my bleeding armand put the knife in it's usual place on my desk. They had no clue what was coming to them. They had no clue what I, Opal York, was able to do.