TEN
Carrol was hauling her gym bag down the lightly light street. She had just finished ballet practice, and was feeling extravagant. For the first time during that practice she felt as light as air, literally. When she did Pirouette she hardly felt her weight crushing against her toes, when she did Grand jeté she felt herself travel farther then before. Maybe she really could control air.
She walked up the steps to her house. The only reason she came back was because Irma wanted her to. She said ti was best I got back to my family, and have closure. They were far from closure. It would have helped a couple years ago, but it was too late for it, her family was wrecked. She jabbed in her key, turned it, and pushed the door open. She was greeted by the screaming and yelling of...everyone.
Her mother was arguing with Janice in the kitchen, the twins were being yelled at by their dad upstairs, her grandfather was yelling at Herold for being a dumbgum in the living room, and Mallory sat their crying over everyone. She sighed, and shut the door. As she was passing through the kitchen she caught part of the girl's argument.
"Mom, please its the party of the year!" Janice cried.
"And your going with a beer-smelling, drunk looking guy?" he mother asked. "I don't think so."
"You use to never care about who I went out with," she shouted.
"Well it's about time I started," her mother shouted even louder. "Your graduating high school, and starting a career, then going to have to support a family. You need to be serious in who you choose as a husband, cause you don't want to be slaving away doing his every bidding." Carrol had to smile at that. It's about time mom started to act like a proper mom. She walked to the doorway of the living room and listened in on their tussle.
"You dumbgum," her grandfather sighed.
"Stop calling me that," Herald shouted. "Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Because you play these games so much, your mind has melted and become sticky like gum," her grandfather explained. He pushed a button on the remote and the TV shut off.
"Hey!" Herold shouted.
"Hay is for horses," her grandfather snapped. Caroline smiled again, and passed them, heading up the stairs. The shouting of her father was now very loud and clear. Mallory was in his arms.
"I never taught you to talk or act like that!" he raged.
"Herold does," Mak said quietly with fear.
"Well Herold is going to stop," he said. "And I don't want to see that again!" The boys nodded. Carry slipped into her room just before he passed with crying Mallory.
"Herold!" he shouted going down the stairs. Carrol closed her door, and leaned her back against it. sighing with relief she slid down and sat on the floor. She was happy, in a way, that her parents were starting to act like parents, but she was upset in a way, that she yelled at her mom like that the other day. She felt guilty, and she should apologize. Just as she was about to get up, someone shoved open her door, and she fell forward. She was then grabbed by her shirt and thrown against the wall.
"OW!" she cried. She looked and it was Janice and Herold, and they looked pissed.
"You little insignificant BRAT!" her sister shouted, grabbing her by the collar and lifting her off her feet.
"Wha..?" before she could say anything she was punched in the face by her and dropped onto the floor.
"What the hell?" she shouted holding her cheek.
"Why do you have to be such a baby!" her brother shouted. He had locked the door.
"What are you...?" Janice kicked her in the stomach. Carrol grunted with pain and laid on her side.
"Why couldn't you just go on with your life the way it was and not go at mom like that?" Janice demanded. "You ruined our lives now!"
"And what do you think mine was?" she moaned. "I was like Cinderella and you the evil siblings. You were ruining your own li..." Janice kicked her again causing something to crack. It felt like a knife was being stabbed into her. She screamed out in pain, and tears weld up in her eyes.
"Mom and Dad have set it so we can't do hardly anything now," Herold said. "Now we have to suffer! So we're going to make you suffer." Every inch of Carrol's body was either filled with pain or fear. She knew what her siblings were capable of, especially when Herold was high.
"MOM! DAD! HE...!" before she could finish her cry of help, her sister picked her up and threw her into her shelf, causing it to topple over on her.
"What's going on up there?" she heard her father shout. Herold quickly moved some things in front of the door to make sure. Carrol felt helpless. She was dragged out from under the messed pile and received some more punches in the face. Her face was covered with blood.
"Open this door!" her father demanded banging on it.
"Da...!" she was kicked in the stomach again.
"Carrol!" she heard her mother cry. Carrol couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. Then she remembered her new powers. But how could air help her out right now? She forced all of the energy she had towards something she wasn't sure even existed. All of a sudden the sound of a strong filled her ears and her hair began to flap.
"What the hell?" her brother shouted in confusion. Carrol's vision became clear and she saw a strong whirlwind had formed in the middle of her room causing things to fly around. This distracted her siblings, so she took this opportunity to try and escape. She crawled toward the door, and began to move the things in front it it. But Herold noticed her, and pulled her away from it. She was throne at the whirlwind and she lay in the middle of it.
She felt herself being lifted into the air. She floated vertically in the mini tornado and felt a giant surge of magic surround her.she could feel the air around her. She could feel it enter and leave the lungs of her siblings. What if she could get rid of the air in the room, and cause them to pass out or something? Her eyes began to glow a whitish grey as she focused the swirling magic around her. The whirlwind dispersed but she remained in the air.
She used the white magic to absorb all of the breathable air in the room. She siblings began to choke and cough, trying to gasp in air that wasn't there. They fell to their knees and their faces turned pale. She felt so much anger and rage being let out. They had made her suffer for so many years. It felt good to see them suffer. They passed out on the floor, looking lifeless.
"What's going on?" her father demanded. Hearing his voice brought her back to her senses. What was she doing? She had to stop, they couldn't harm her in their state. She calling back the air, and she felt it fill its emptiness. She then felt the energy within her multiply. She could hold it in. She couldn't control it, it was too much for her to handle. She was afraid what it might do to the people around her. She was about to find out. As it slipped through her grasps it sent out a force so strong that it shook the walls and shattered glass for a long distance.
She landed on her feet, and leaned herself against the wall with exhaustion. She heard her unconscious finally taking in regular breathing. She was covered with blood, and she must have broken a rib. Her door was finally knocked down, along with the things in front of it. Her father entered worry, and confusion on his face. Carrol just looked at him blankly, then her knees gave out and she fell, banging her tender head against something hard, falling unconscious.