I knew I wasn't the Supreme but everyone made me test anyway. And that's how I ended up trying to move a candle across a table when I knew I couldn't do it. I sat there, staring at the candle, waiting for it to move. Urging it to move. Demanding it to move.

"If you can't move the candle it's okay Y/n. There's no pressure."

But there was. And I couldn't move it - I knew I couldn't - and it was horribly frustrating.

So we sat there, and my eyes began to tear up because I was frustrated and upset and useless. Everyone could do it. Madison could. Zoe could.

Zoe. My rotten luck in life. The pretty girl. The kind girl. The gentle and sincere girl. The girl who liked the boy who I loved and brought him back to life after he died and I lost him. My best friend. They found me at that party. My power. It has unleashed when he died. I'd screamed, angry and hurt and stuff and the nearest bush caught fire, as well as fire extending from my hands. My skin became white hot and my eyes glowed, a red hot light behind he normal color of my eyes.

Zoe, who was better than me in ever way. She brought him back to life for herself, but when he ran to me, she was heartbroken. And when Madison had gone after him I'd basically growled at her, almost setting the house on fire. Kyle had to hold me back.

Zoe, who could very well be the supreme.

And me, who wasn't anything special. Me, who was ugly and small and weird. The best friend Kyle seemed to think he was in love with.

Thoughts pushing against my skull created a pressure in my head and a flipping in my stomach. A familiar feeling. An angry feeling. And then...

BAM! There was a huge fwoosh sound and the flame got ten times bigger.... Then the stick moved. It slowly slid across the table top and move closer to me, the flame steadily growing smaller as my anger and pain was replaced by surprise and wonder.

What. Just. Happened?

They all looked at me, just as shocked as I was.

Hands in the air, I shrugged. "Wasn't me," I told them simply.

"Yes, Y/n," Cordelia told me. "It was."

Oh. Crap.

---

And so I was here now.

"Make someone do something," Madison told me simply whenI froze, not wanting to move or use my power in any way ever again.

"Uh, okay..."

"Not yet," Madison snapped. "It's my turn."

"Uh... okay." I replied more quietly. I hated that I was so submissive and shy and weak, but Kyle said it was great when we had -

"Here we go," Madison mumbled, looking between me and Zoe and Kyle and smirking. Her eyes locked on Kyle and he stiffened the began moving... Towards Zoe. We all watched him, frozen and awkward, not knowing what to do or how to stop what was happening. Zoe didn't lift a finger. I didn't blame her. She'd buried her feelings to keep a friendship with me, but would she deny this chance? Would she stop Kyle when she could so easily just let him do whatever Madison was making him do and saying that Madison controlled her too?

Madison would probably agree, just to piss me off and make it so that I couldn't be mad at anyone or retaliate.

Kyle came at a stop in front of Zoe. His hand rose, against his will, and he put a piece of hair behind Zoe's ear, making him lean in...

"STOP!" I yelled. That same burning feeling rose in my body and Kyle froze. He seemed to be fighting whatever Madison was making him do. I was surprised and the burning lessened and he began moving forward slowly. I concentrated, then turned my focus to Madison. I made her walk forward and push Kyle back. Everyone looked at me again, shocked.

I wasn't shocked anymore. I was angry. And Madison was going to pay for always messing around with me and my love life.

She wanted to play? Fine. Two could play at this game.

---

Well, soon all Hell broke lose.

Sitting in the room in my chair, my eyes were closed. I was supposed to see something. To feel something.

Things flickered behind my eyelids, swimming in my mind. I didn't recognize the blurry images and the sounds that were as if they were spoken from under water. Then it began clearing.

Kyle. He was dying. The bus flipped. It was mid flip and I was inside. I wasn't dying, but watching. Watching him die. I screamed his name and his eyes looked up at me before the bus suddenly went into real time - it had been going in a sort of slow motion before - and everything stopped moving. The bus, the flying objects... Kyle..

"No," I whispered. "NO!" I screamed.

"Y/n!" Came distantly. "Y/N!" I opened my eyes and was shocked to see how blurry my vision was. For thirty seconds I could barely see. My vision went in and out, blacking over than clearing up then going fuzzing and then blackening out again. I was gasping, trying to blink away the weird vision problem. When it cleared, I saw Zoe in front of me.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked, confused. Zoe looked to the side and I followed her gaze. My bed was charred, as if I'd set a fire and then put it out with water. I did that. "I need to stop," I whispered. "I don't care if I'm the Supreme, my powers are going to get someone killed," I warned her, looking back at Zoe seriously.

Zoe pursed her lips. "I know," she sighed. "But we have to know..."

Someone was going to die. I could feel it. I just hoped it wasn't either Zoe or Kyle... Maybe it would be Madison.

Ooh. That would be nice.

---

It wasn't Madison.

I didn't know how it happened, but it did.

I felt it in my gut. I felt it when Zoe teleported - as I called it in my mind because I couldn't remember all the long, weird names - that something had gone wrong. I reached out in my mind, dragging her back. Unfortunately, I swapped us. Instead of her going wrong, I did.

I found myself looking at the sky milliseconds before everything went dark. The last thing I heard was a hysteric scream and my name, far, far away...

-3rd Person POV-

"What happened?! Is she okay?! LET ME THROUGH!" Zoe pushed through the crowd. Her arm was sore and she didn't understand why. She'd been going and going and then it felt like an iron grip had wrapped around her arm, pulling her back and dragging her through air and she'd gone flying. Her eyes had rose, her head throbbing, and her eyes locked on Y/n, on the gate, back bent backward, facing the sky, impaled on the top of the gate.

Her name had ripped itself from my mouth as she passed out, dangling uselessly and we'd had to use magic to get her down. Cordelia brought her to the green house and we all sat here, shocked.

And we waited.

Because what else could we do?

---

Kyle sat in a seat next to where Y/n lay, numb and unmoving. Her hands as cold and her skin pale. She was dead. Kyle brought her hand to his lips as his eyes teared up and he looked at her, dead and gone.

Now he knew how she felt when he died. She'd been hurting for weeks, and she still got nightmares. He would never be okay. Never again. He missed her and wanted her to come back. He wanted her to sit up and smile at him and open her beautiful eyes and tell him one last time that she loved him. He wanted to tell her one last time that he loved her. Then he wanted to tell her again and again. If telling her would keep her alive, he'd die before he stopped speaking.

"Come back to me," he begged her in his heart broken whisper. She didn't respond. "Wake up," he continued. Still no response. He leaned forward, close to her. "You promise you'd never leave me." Still nothing. "You promised," he added, leaning his forehead on her none moving body.

And he sat there a long time, crying.

But she didn't move. And she wouldn't ever again.