Alex Russo was hungry. She had just finished her lunch but she was still starved. It was like a massive hole had opened up inside her, and swallowed everything that she was. Justin was working behind the counter again. What had been a nerdy, pasty body had been sculpted into a warrior machine. He had been working out, obviously.
She ran upstairs knowing he would ignore her, again. The hole grew.
Alex rushed into the bathroom and started crying. Why did he have to be her brother? Why did he hate her so much? Okay, so occasionally, she made fun of him, stole from him, hated him, but that was because she could not love him. Anyone else could love him that way- not her.
It was unfair of the universe to place her so close to her love, and yet so, so far away. Alex loved his hair, his muscles, that smirk he got when she was around… his body was a temple. She loved the way he got her worked up, the way he got her high, and the way he set her down. And he almost never disappointed her.
But now he knew she was sick. He was aware of her, "stupid crush" and refused to speak to her. Their parents did not even know yet. She paled at the thought of them finding out. She would rather die.
Her chest was on fire from the pain. She manifested her magic, a glowing orb appeared in her arms. It was wild and unruly, a bad sign.
The pain in her heart increased with each second. Every breath stabbed her as she counted all the things she would never have; contentment in her boyfriend, a happy marriage, children, the love of her life.
The pain grew and grew. Her magic warped and twisted. Justin said that he had to tell their parents to get her help, but she did not need help, she needed JUSTIN. But being Justin meant telling their parents.
All that Alex thought about was how much she did not want her parents to find out. It was raining now. Her heart ached even more as she stepped out on the balcony. The radio was on downstairs, blaring a weather report.
Alex reached to the sky. Ribbons of lightning flashed. She used her magic to touch the weather. One flash, and she was dead.
The universe owed her that much. She used all her will to pull down a bolt.
10,000 volts rushed through her. The agony was sweet relief. She felt something else; a shock run through her. Mom, Dad… She thought to herself, I'm so sorry.
~If you want a good grade it's going to have to be a well-rounded essay.
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A.N. It's mysterious! Anywho, the later chapters here border on 'M' for some themes. It's not really graphic, but... if you feel as uncomfortable as I do in those kinds of stories, just skip six and seven. After that, I promise, it is going to focus on emotional damage! Really!