What have I done this time?

I need to get out of here!

I walked around school with my head down. I was trying to avoid talking to anyone all day. I knew if I lose my temper then... I shivered at the thought. What happened wasn't normal; it never was. There was only two people, besides my family, that knew about it. My boyfriend and My 'best friend'; neither of which even spend time with me. As I walked into my least favorite class the teacher waved me over. My heart dropped and I slowly made my way to him. "Ye-yes sir?" I barely managed to squeak out the words. I hated my nervous stutter so much. It was always at the worst time.

"I have heard something that has to deal with you, I just wish to ask if you're alright?" His face was filled with concern for the first time I've ever seen.

I bit my lip trying to think about what he could have heard. I gave up and attempted to stutter out another sentence, "Wh-what did you he-hear, sir?"

"Well," he seemed to hesitate for a minute, "I've heard that you're not doing so good...at home and that you have depression along with other mental disorders, are these things true?"

I felt anger slowly bubble inside of me and I grit my teeth together, "n-no sir they are not, I d-don't have any idea who ma-made that up but I assure you, I'm f-fine." He still looked unconvinced but nodded. "May I use the re-restroom?" The nervous stutter was going away as I got angrier and angrier. I couldn't believe Kayla, she was the only person who I ever told about my family. The teacher simply nodded again and I basically threw my stuff at my chair then stumbled back out. She knew about everything and she told someone?! I didn't have depression but that's probably something someone made up because of the situation. I looked down and my now burning arms while the grayish color started spreading. I tried to run quicker so less people saw. I rushed into a stall and slumped against the wall.

My hair and skin were now almost completely gray and I knew I needed to calm down. But I had the itching feeling to just hurt Kayla. What did I do to her? We've been friends since elementary school, why did college have to ruin it. Sure we went two different paths, me towards graphic design and her towards cosmetology, but what pushed her to this. While I was thinking my skin only grew darker and my hazel eyes faded to a black. I was only getting angrier! I turned and punched the wall hard. I left a small mark on it but I also busted my knuckles. I shrugged it off and punched the wall again, busting my knuckles some more and leaving another mark.

I looked at the bracelet that she gave me for my 20th birthday. I slowly took it off and threw it into the toilet. I watched as it slowly flushed down. My skin was slowly returning to it's original color since getting rid of it calmed me down. I looked at my dark brown hair that was almost to my waist. I dyed it and grew it out because she convinced me it would "be cute for us to match" I'm going to have to dye it back to it's natural color and cut it again. I looked at my skin and it was back to its normal color so I made my way back to my class. It was halfway over when I got back and I ignored the stares from some of my classmates as I sat down.

I suffered through another day of classes. I somehow managed to keep my temper under control. That was until I remembered Kayla had carpooled with me today. I felt my skin start burning again and tried to rush towards my old truck. Of course Kayla was already there. Talking with Agustin, my boyfriend, except she was obviously flirting. Her body language gave it away. As quick as I had calmed down my skin had turned a deep shade of gray, my hair fading into a black, along with my eyes. Without thinking I rushed over there with my gained speed and started yelling at the both of them. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!? YOUR ASS IS WALKING HOME TODAY!" I took a deep breath and muttered darkly, "or are you just gonna go home with August again?" She stared at me in shock and tried to speak but I cut her off, "awwww don't act upset, I was bound to find out. I'm not fucking stupid."