Prs mellan FT och Isa

"You don't have to if you do not want to", I said with a smile "I just wanted to get to know you better."
I looked at her warmly, se didn't seem to want to be with me at all, but I at least had to try to talk to her. She probably thought that I was being weird, but I wanted to have atleast one friend.

"Yeah, well, fine" You snap without thinking, immediatly regretting it. You mentally facepalm. Good fucking job, Chrystal. Ruining your chances of getting to know this girl by being an ass. Yay.

Sighing, you put on your headphones and sit down on the floor, arms around your legs.

I sat down on the bed and started playing with myself. Chess was the only thing I'd done in the past few weeks, only having myself to play with. It wasn't very bad, at least I had something to do while waiting.

Your name is Chrystal Hawthorne and you have decided that everything is that girl's fault. It's easier that way. You're a jerk? Maybe, but whatever. She probably has a fucking perfect home, with nice ass parents that's so proud of their little magical girl or whatever. So, it shouldn't matter if one person is a little bitchy towards her. Yup, that's what you're going to tell yourself. Now, stop thinking about her and focus on like... Math. Yeah, think about math, Chris.

Who are you kidding? You fucking hate math. Now that you think about it, you fucking hate everything. Including yourself.

After I had won against myself, obviously, I decided to take out something of mine. I reached for my bag in silence taking out the worn out bible. I reached for my silver cross hanging from my neck. Clutching it tight in my hand and read a prayer from it. Making sure that I was looking at the ceiling afterwards.

Saying the prayer, I didn't notice myself hovering a bit off my bed. And when I was done I had levitated so far up that I hit my head on the top bunk.
"Ouch", I said rubbing my head.

You glance around the room and see Ania... Floating? You guess you shouldn't be surprised, because well, this is a camp for magical people You also notice her holding something. A book... Wait, is that..?

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You say, frowning.

With a loud gasp, I drop to the ground catching myself at the last moment.
"I'm so sorry", I say, looking down at my lap embarrassed. "I-uh- I"
I am a freak, a devil, I am evil
But I dont say that, instead, I just sit there staring down at my lap

You stand up quickly, furios. "WHY THE HECK DID YOU JUST READ A MOTHERFUCKING PRAYER?" You scream, and you are just so mad because she's a fucking christian does she even know what they did to you they hurt you they are evil she's evil nononononNONONO

You can feel your hands shaking, so angry are you. Angry and scared and mad.

What?
Why would she be mad about that? I watched her as she stood, momentarily stunned by her reaction.
"I have to" I said calmly, because I was used to handle angry people "I know God will never love me because I'm Satan, but I have to pray for forgivness for my family"
I look at her straight in her eyes, but I don't smile "they should've killed me while they had the chance, I doomed them with what I could do, but they had mercy"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? GOD IS NOT REAL, HE IS AN ILLUSION CREATED BY DUMB, DESPERATE PEOPLE WITH SHITTY VALUES. AND WE ARE NOT EVIL, WE ARE NOT THE DEVIL, YEAH, WE'RE FREAKS BUT THAT ISN'T OUR FUCKING FAULT BECAUSE WE DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS. CAN YOU TRY TOGET THAT INTO YOUR SMALL HEAD, YOU FUCKING BITCH?"

Something wet runs down your cheek, and... Wait, are you crying?

/förlåt för att chris flippar men haha/