Iraputiels pupiless eyes where hidden behind pure, glass like eye lashes. That's how her skin was; pale, porclien, sensitive.
Iraputiel was an albino, and dyed her hair an icy blue to hide how light blonde it was. She'd always hated the color.
The girl stared nervously at the therapist.
"Well, its been about – about a m-month since the l-last t-time…" She said, her hands shaking as she looked back and forth. "I h-had that n-n-nightmare a-a-again… So I haven't slept si-since last m-month…"
Dr. Sarah Peterson looked at her sternly.
"Are you okay, Iraputiel?"
Iraputiel didn't respond. The bell rung. "Time for lunch. I'm f-fine…."
She slipped out the door and disappeared before the therapist could stop her.
Iraputiel closed her eyes, as always. There was rarely a moment when they where open. She didn't want to be labeled even more of a freak.
She saw a boy, coming at her; in her minds eye, he was blonde, and he looked angry…
In reality, she was suddenly knocked down, falling and then hurrying up.
"Whazzamatuh, lo-ser?" Dash laughed, narrowing his eyes. "Look at me."
She refused. Dash grabbed her shoulders. She noticed he was alone.
"Look, your new here," He spat, shaking her. "But I make the rules. Now, I believe I gave you a command."
Iraputiel used her minds eye. She could tell what was coming…
Just as the fist was about to make contact, her eyes shot open.
The teen stumbled back.
"What the—"
"I did as you asked me to." Iraputiel whispered in a hoarse voice. "Surprised?" Her voice was floating, very light, and she seemed to stare at him the way a demon would in the midst of a bad dream.
He backed up a bit, coughing, then slowly made his way out the door. Alone.
Danny Fenton watched in awe as the teen closed her eyes again, and walked away as if it never happened. .Blinking, he exited the school, and began on his way home.