Here is another chapter I did today. I hope you enjoy it. Darker foreshadows of Cel. Warning a single curse word (during italics) is used, if this makes you feel uncomfortable then please do not read. Otherwise please feel free to review.

Blocking out the world is easy when you have a journal. All of your focus and the energy you gain from your emotions is displaced onto a bunch of blank pages. They wait patiently to be filled with the details of your life. That's what I'm doing right now, in secret.

My door is bolted shut and everyone is out doing whatever it is their doing, I don't know and I don't care. Twirling the pen in my hands I wonder what will emerge. Once I start writing I won't be able to stop until I have shared every last drop of my deepest thoughts and fears.

Taking a deep breath I place the pen on the page. I rest it there for a second. But I cannot bring myself to start so I briskly withdraw my hand. Instead I flip back a couple of pages and start to read:

I lost control today. I tried so hard to stay calm but that blonde bitch forced me to do what I did. It felt so good. Seeing the shock on her worthless face. Her hair whipping sideways as my fist connected with her perfect, porcelain jaw. The blood spurting from her mouth in slow motion like a joyous firework. And then the satisfying thud as she slumped to the floor. Then I started to boot her. I was cautious at first, nudging her with the toe of my boot. But before I was aware I was delivering blows all over her body. My only aim was to cause her maximum pain.

Of course I got sent to the principal's office and of course they phoned the guys. They were pissed off with me but for once the disappointment in their faces didn't even make me flinch. I don't feel anything but pleasure, which I can only get from causing others pain it seems. I keep having all these nasty thoughts of randomly attacking strangers when I'm out walking in the street. On a hunt I am anxious to find the killer as soon as possible just so I can watch their reaction as I rip them apart. I know exactly what's happening to me. I don't need to write it down. It won't make a difference or change how I feel about the situation.

With the way things are developing this might be my last journal entry, because I doubt the new me will do lame things such as this. In fact I will probably find this and burn it; watch the warm memories burn to ash.

With shaky hands I drop the pen and look at the side of my right hand in confusion. Why are there ink smudges all over it? And who the hell did I just read about? That can't have been me. I mean Sylvia is evil but I would never harm her. She's just a human. And that's the number one rule I obey without any fuss; no use of powers when on the school premises.

I catch my reflection in the mirror. Two black orbs are glaring back with smugness that seems to leak from them.

I wasn't locking anyone out. They have locked me in. And whatever happened, happened today. A million of emotions swamp me commanding me to act in different ways, but all I can do is sit helplessly on my bed next to my faithful journal.

Until I feel a bitterness creep into my chest and my anger rises up from somewhere inside of me. Impulsively I grab my journal and launch it across the room. As it hits the wall and slides down I picture it as the bodies of my family members and rather than pages scattering it would be their vital organs. Slowly I start to laugh darkly and I feel pleasure knowing soon I will be causing others pain. But first I am going to have a little fun…