~Unknown Point Of View~

I crept quietly into the chilled bathroom, slamming the door behind me with no thought of who would hear. I had no tears left to cry, my eyes were parched, I should be crying but I wasn't. Tears were not going to fix this, I told myself sternly.

What I need is vengeance.

I needed to forget the control that seemed embedded in me; to reconnect with a part of myself that I had tried so hard to ignore.

I swung open the cabinet and surveyed the contents for my target. Grabbing the white container without the slightest bit of hesitation, I opened the bottle and poured out its contents. Pills fell like stones in water as I dropped the bottle on the ground, letting it slide from my grip. 

A moment of panic filled me as I thought about what would happen if I crushed my medication. All the symptoms of my disease that I fought so hard to conceal would come out with no suppressant to stop them. 

Then again, isn't that precisely what I want?

I thought about every person who pushed me, who stepped on me, who tried to shove me into the dirt. Every person who walked by when I was hurting all over and didn't hesitate to attack me when I wasn't strong enough to defend myself. Every single person who wanted a reaction, who wanted to say that they had gotten to me and broken through my impenetrable wall. 

You want to see me angry? Fine.

You want to see the 'real me'? Fine

Get ready for your countdown to hell.

I'm about to blow the roof off this goddamned school. 

Five...

I lifted my leg.

Four...

I closed my eyes.

Three...

My foot slammed down onto the floor.

Two...

I turned towards the mirror.

One...

"Game on bitch."