I had power, beautiful dark power. I wasn't going to let my mother beat me down with her words anymore! I was going to make her suffer, for all those times she hurt me emotionally. I opened my bedroom door, and walked downstairs. She was in the kitchen, washing dishes. Finally, she would know how I feel! I let the sand flow from me, grabbing my mother and throwing her across the room. For a moment, my vision flickered black.

She hit the wall and fell to the floor. "Emily, what are you doing." she coughed holding her arm. "Getting revenge!" Tears fell from both of our eyes, I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to hurt her, she acted like a bitch sometimes but she was still my mother. I loved her. I couldn't control it, the darkness swelled inside me. It wrapped around her neck, it squeezed her. She coughed and sputtered.

I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. It finally let her go, she laid there and didn't moved. "Oh god, what have I done?" I cried, was she dead? I didn't know if she was or not. I looked at my arms, the black sand wrapped around them.

I left the house, it was snowing. I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could before I collapsed. I was sure I was going to freeze to death, I deserved to die. After all I did, after everything. I laid there on the frozen sidewalk.
"Emily?" I heard my name, it was Jack.
"Let me freeze to death." I said. I felt him pick me up. I closed my eyes, I wanted to die.

I opened my eyes, I laid on my bed. Jack stood by the door, he noticed I was awake and glared at me. "What did you do?" He asked in a harsh tone. I sat up. "I couldn't control it, it was awful..." I stared at my arms, black sand appeared covering the bed. Jack stared at me. "Pitch got to you. Didn't he?" Jack looked at me kind of scared. "If you mean that tall guy with black hair, yes." I said, my eyes swelling up with tears, running down my face and splashing onto the bed.

"Is my mom dead?" I cried harder, she didn't deserve what I did. I deserve to die, not her. "No, but she's hurt." He blinked a few tears streaming down his face. I never seen him cry before, I felt bad. "Jack, do me a favor." I said.
"What?" he asked.
"Kill me." I hugged my knees to my chest, I wanted to die.
"I can't do that." He looked away.

"Can you get me a knife? I'll do it myself." I dug my nails into my wrist, blood coated my fingers. He grabbed my wrist. "Stop. I won't let you kill yourself."

Why not? I wanted to die so badly, why couldn't he let me kill myself? It's not like anyone will miss me, everyone wanted me dead anyway. No one loves me, no one cares. I just wanted it all to end. "Just let me do it! Let me kill myself, please!" I cried, scratching my neck trying to make myself bleed.
"No, I won't." he grabbed both of my wrists, holding tightly.

I looked at him, my eyes pleading. "I want it all to end, I want to die." My voice cracked, coming out in a high-pitched squeak. He stared at me and shook his head. "Your just saying that because you're upset. You don't mean it." he argued with me, there was no point here. I was probably going to jail anyway, for what I did. Why couldn't he just let me kill myself?

I started to bang my head hard against my bed, several times. "Emily, stop!" Jack said. I closed my eyes, and kept banging my head, harder every time. The blood rushed to my ears, and I felt my head start to bleed. Jack yanked me away, and pushed me down. I laid on the bed on my stomach, he held my wrists down to the bed and practically sat on me. "Stop trying to prevent this, I'm going to try again when you leave!" I said.
"I won't leave." his voice was sad, disappointed, angry maybe? I didn't know. I was too determined to die to care about what others think.

I felt cold tears hit my neck, he was crying. Why? I turned my head to look at his face. His eyes were shut, tears streamed down. "Why are you crying?" I asked. He opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyes were so amazing. "Because I care about you, I don't want you to die." He said.
"You really care?" I thought about it for a second, do people care about me, I never thought about it that way. I thought I was a pile of shit, brought into this world to be laughed at and tortured. "Yes, I never stopped caring." He spoke in such a sad tone, my eyes started to fill with even more tears.
"I'm so sorry..." I breathed. "I never thought anyone cared."

"We all care about you, Emily. Your brother, your mother, your father. We all care!" He explained, his voice was rasped.
"I never thought..." I started to cry again, I felt Jack get up and release my wrists. I sat up, and felt the back of my head. The blood was dried. I literally jumped into his arms. Crying in to his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, for ever trying to kill myself." I mumbled into his hoodie. His arms wrapped around me.
"It's going to be alright now, I promise." His voice was soft, comforting...

I heard a knock on the door, my mother walked in. She had bruises on her neck. "Mom!" I cried. Jack turned around. "Emily, there isn't anyone there..." He looked back at me.

She was there, she stood right there. My eyes filled with tears, the worst had happened. My mother walked over and placed her hand on my face, so cold. "I'm so sorry. If I could take it back I would!" I cried.

"It's alright. I know you didn't mean it..."

Tears streamed down her face, her eyes were bloodshot. Her neck was broken, and bruised. I did this to her, I did it! I killed her! I didn't mean to, I couldn't stop it, If I could bring her back I would! "It's not alright! You didn't deserve it! I was too blinded by my own wants and needs, that I didn't realize that you cared!" I screamed. Jack was staring at me.

"Your going to make yourself sick...I love you. Everyone loves you. Don't forget that."

Her image started to fade. "No, Mom! Please don't leave, I have so much still left to say! Please!" I cried, as she disappeared. She was gone, forever. I wish I could of stopped myself, if I had she would still be alive! I was angry, I didn't know why. I just was. I sat on my bed, head in my hands and sobbed. She was gone, and it was all my fault!