Mal
Age 11 I flicked the lighter over and over again. The abandoned warehouse I was standing in had a pile of wood and paper on the floor. I smiled wickedly and lit the cigarette in my other hand. I took a long drag and with a laugh I dropped it on the pile. The pile kindled to life with a bright fire. I smiled as I watched the pile burn and flame. Anybody watching would have thought I was manic by the expression on my face. Fire was my poison of choice. And I loved it.
Evie
Age 13 I was crouched over the toilet in the bathroom at school. My throat burned from throwing up and tears streamed out of the corners of my eyes. My mom told me I was ugly and fat and I believed her. Almost everything that went into me came out of me. If my mom thought that I was getting too fat she locked my torso in this corset cage thing. My face was plastered with makeup to hide the dark circles under my eyes and I ate around my friends so they hopefully wouldn't suspect what I was doing. I walked out of the stall, dried my eyes, rinsed my mouth out, reapplied my makeup, and strode out of the bathroom, head held high.
Carlos
Age 12 The razor felt heavy in my hand as I grabbed it out from the back of my locker. I walked to the bathroom, blade hidden up my sleeve. After locking myself in the stall, I stripped my jacket and wrist gauntlets off and hold the blade in my left hand. I slowly pulled it across my wrist and almost mindlessly continue with the cuts up my arm, the new bleeding cuts overlapping old white scars. My breathing slowed and the blade dropped to the ground. I robotically clean the cuts, wrap them with the gauze I always stow in my knapsack, put back on my jacket and wrist guards, and clean and hide the razor. I stride out of the bathroom and keep my arms covered.
Jay
Age 14 The burns around my wrists and neck still hurt badly but I needed to get out of the house. My jacket covered all of the burns and I stormed through the streets until a boy near my own age tried to pickpocket me. I grabbed his wrist, twisting it around his back. I held him with one hand and the other fist collided with his face. By the time I let him go he had a dislocated shoulder, broken nose, black eye, and his face was swollen and cut from my fists and my rings. I cackled evilly as I release him, the pain from the burns almost nonexistent.
Ace
Age 15 I took a knife and traced the tip over the scars my mother had left along my veins. I took a deep breath and began to cut along them, blood flowing out over my arm and the blade. I dropped the blade after a few minutes and just stared at the blood streaming out. I couldn't die, the spell unfortunately ensured that. I had tried but it did no good. I slowly cleaned and bandaged my arm and cleaned the floor where my blood had flowed to help hide what I had done.
Hell
Age 15 The pain in my chest from my father's flames made me want to scream as I pulled on a shirt and my jacket. I marched out of the house, a scowl set on my face. I needed to cause some mayhem. I grabbed the first girl I found in the marketplace, a girl near my own size who I knew would be a good opponent. I began to trade punches with her. I managed to break her nose, give her a couple of cuts, 2 black eyes, and dislocate her hip. She dislocated my shoulder, and gave me a swollen lip. I grinned evilly and whipped a knife out and slashed it across her chest before she got away.