I walk through the halls with my books pressed against my tiny chest and my shoulders hunched over. My gaze is fixed on my feet as I fight my way, unnoticed, through the torrent of high school students.

I used to go to Hillyard High School, but after my first year there, I had to move. So now I go here, to Deadcreek High. Cheery name, right? The place certainly fits its name so far.

I reach my first class, Mrs. Finny's History class. I sit down in the back of the room, head down, and open my textbook. I only look up to see the page number we're supposed to be working on, then look back down quickly to start.

I see someone pass my desk and I am acutely aware of their presence.

Pain radiates off them like nuclear waste.

I continue to look down at my desk, but I am no longer focused on my work. As they move around the room, I try to pinpoint the cause of their pain.

Death.

The word pops into my mind.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself.  Then, with a mental click, I suck away their pain and put it on myself.

I grimace as rolling waves of hurt pummel me. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists, waiting for it to pass.

I see faintly through my blurry vision that the boy is looking around as if he's lost something. Then, he turns back to his friends, smiling and visibly happier.

I smile despite the fact that his pain and hurt and anger is still squeezing my lungs shut. I gasp for air, spotting my vision and making my head dizzy. Then, it's gone. The waves stop. I've successfully drained his pain.

New school: 0
Ravyn: 1 point

The bell rings, signaling the beginning of first period.

Let the day begin.

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Only three classes down and I've already helped five people. I am weaker than I already was and my limbs are shaking, reminding me of the Jello my grandma used to make me when I was younger. I lean up against the wall as I walk down the hall, using it for support.

Suddenly, I go flying forward. I slam into the lockers and my books scatter across the shiny ground. A path clears in the hall, and everyone immediately turns towards my attackers and I. It is painfully quiet as I struggle to my feet on wobbly legs. My head is spinning.

Don't pass out, I warn myself. Ravyn, you can't pass out. Not right now, stay strong.

"Hey, runt! I said pick up my paper! You made me drop it when you rammed into me. You should really watch where you're going next time!" The bully sneers and laughs, causing his whole gang behind him to snigger as well.

I shuffle over to the fallen paper and pick it up, handing it to the large boy. He jerks his body at me menacingly, causing me to flinch. Ignoring the paper outstretched in my hand, he grabs the front of my shirt and lifts me up. I let out a choking cough and kick my legs weakly, trying to get free.

"Help", I rasp.

But no one helps. Nobody tries to stop the bully and no one calls for a teacher.

Suddenly, the ground is rushing towards my face. I shove my hands out to catch myself and my face stops centimeters from the tile. My body collapses in shivers and I hug my knees to my chest.

"Help", I call again. The response is the same. Nothing.

The bullies laugh at my pathetic whimpering; pointing and calling me "weak, puny, and scum."

"Get up, barf bag!" The bully shouts in my ear.

A tear threatens to drop, but I set my jaw and keep it in. I put my arms under me and push, lifting myself up. Once I'm standing, the bully steps back and looks me over.

"Scrawny little thing, aren't you?" He teases.

I wrap my arms around my torso, trying to protect myself. He takes a step closer and reaches out, grabbing my boob, or lack thereof.

"There's nothing there!" He exclaims, turning to the crowd of teenage onlookers.

They all start laughing, like it was funny. Like I was just some zoo animal on display for their amusement.

I hang my head in shame and move my arms higher up my chest, covering up my lack of feminine parts. I hear the bully's footsteps pacing around me, but I can't see him or his lame friends because my eyes are closed.

I'm humiliated and ashamed and more than anything I just want to die. I want all of this to go away. All I do is help people, and all I get in return is harassment and abuse.

A loud clapping sound fills the air and a sharp pain blossoms from my butt.

"Again?" The bully asks the mass of high schoolers, pumping his fist in the air.

Some of them nod vigorously and clap, and some of them scream, "Again! Again!"

His hand raises high into the air and he brings it down hard on my butt, slapping it.

A fierce heat blazes through my body.

"Not much meat on these filthy bones!" He declares.

My face reddens in anger and humiliation. He turns to me.

"Do you want more baby? That's all you are anyways. A useless, cry baby."

I realize that my cheeks are wet with tears.

"I think you like it, you little slut!"

He smacks my butt again, even harder this time. The stinging pain is unbearable.

My body is tired and so is my mind. So instead of fighting any longer, I let go. My body tumbles to the cold floor and my eyes close. I can still hear the laughter of the boys, but it sounds different than it did. It sounds like I'm underwater.

Everything is dark and my mind finally relaxes. Just as I'm almost gone, I hear a shrill voice screeching my attacker's name.

"Trevor Brant?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

This used to be a book on my profile called "Take It Away" but I deleted the book and put it here instead because I know I'm probably never going to update it again...so yeah.