A crash echoed into my ears, my body flinching at the loud bang of wood breaking against the solid wall. Tears glided down my cheeks, dripping off of my chin and onto my shirt ever so often. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to go back to her, where I was safe from harm, any harm. I watched helplessly as the man who had given me life, who had taught me everything I know, threw his fists at my frail mother. I begged, screeched for him to stop, but my cries fell on deaf ears, on a man who was lost in anger.
"Daddy, please… Stop," I whispered in defeat. Anger, frustration, and fear were bubbling up inside of me, pushing against the shell that had enclosed me all those years ago when I discovered what a horrible man my father was. I felt small, like I was five again. "Daddy, please… stop…"
I felt something grow inside me, an anger I had never felt, a feeling of strength, of pure energy. I held onto the feeling as it worked it's way through my nerves, through my veins. I could feel my body shake as this unfamiliar power pulsed through my skin, crawling under every inch of my body. It filled into my heart, into my neck, swirling into my every thought. I have to stop him…
My eyes centered onto the familiar face of the man who had destroyed me, and was destroying my loving mother. I stared and suddenly, a purple flame lit onto his pants, dancing along with every pulse that pounded against my skull. I reached out my hand, a hue of purple light surrounding it, and I could feel the heat of the flame, feel the life spreading across my father's skin. His body froze and a cry of pain ripped from his throat, harmonizing with my mother's. Her own pitch died down and she crawled away, groaning as the floor hit her tender wounds. My gaze focused intently on my father's face, painted red with pain as my purple fire spread across his legs to his torso, finding it's way to his hands and arms, spreading to his shoulders.
"What… What's happening?!" he screeched, his demand falling on deaf ears, on a young woman lost in her anger. The fire snaked it's way along his neck, across his face. The agonized cry that tore though the room made my body flinch. I held onto the energy that echoed off of every inch of his deteriorating flesh and from my very core. I focused on the fire and watched as it was commanded by my thoughts, my feelings, my wishes. It slowly stopped and hardened, crystallizing and freezing the horrible excuse for my father. I let go of my hold on my anger, of the power. I watched as the purple hue sunk into my skin, the glow dimming until it had disappeared completely. The power inside, the energy, subsided slowly, but I could feel it was still there for when I would need it again. My father stayed frozen within a crystal coating. I could feel it, I could feel every inch, every molecule that made up the cage that he was consumed in. It was bound to me, part of me…
My eyes found my mother, her face frozen in confusion and fear, and she looked different, everything looked different. It looked sharper, more precise. Everything did, the sounds, the smells, the feelings, the tastes. Everything. Reality sunk back in as my mother carefully got up, a wince escaping her teeth as her broken arm moved slightly. How did I know her arm was broke?
"Honey?" she whispered, hesitantly walking over to me, a limp in her walk. She has a sprained ankle. "What… What happened?" She made her way to my side, slowly putting her shaking hand on my shoulder. I looked at her, studying her carefully with my new eyesight, watching the discoloration throb slightly, watching it mold to the shape of my father's knuckles.
"I don't know… It just… happened," I said quietly, listening carefully to how my voice sounded with my new hearing, how every noise vibrated together to the next, pausing sometimes where my shakes broke into the rasp.
"It's okay… you saved me, I'm okay. Everything's going to be okay…" she said softly, pulling me into a one armed hug. I carefully hugged her back, somehow knowing where to avoid.
She's lying.
