Evelyn's POV

I woke up in my very small room. It was more like a closet. I had a bathroom connected to it because my parents don't want to see me. It was more like a prison than a room. I got up and got dressed. My costume was up on a mannequin, not finished yet, but getting there. I need to go food shopping again this week. I was able to make my own fridge. It's not that big but big enough for one person. I check the fridge, eggs and toast for breakfast. I took out an egg and cooked it on my mini stove that I made. I get my ability to make stuff like that from my dad. I ate my breakfast in silence. I took a shower and then got dressed. I brushed my hair and teeth. I looked in the mirror. I had a black eye. I covered it with make up. I heard a voice.

I know you want to. You want to so bad that your shaking.

The raspy voice said, i didn't realize it but it was right. I was shaking. I grabbed the blade that I had in my medicine cabinet. I ran it over my wrist a couple times. I washed my wrist and bandaged it. I grabbed my back pack and left. I went to school and put my stuff in my locker. There was a note. I took it and opened it.

Why are you still alive, slut.

Tears rolled down my face. I quickly wiped them away and went to my first hour class. Weight lifting. Weight lifting is my favorite class besides art. I ran 5 laps around the gym and did some stretching. I went into the weight room and started squatting. I went over to a bar and added 300 to each side. I started squatting with the bar. I did about 30 squats. I went over to a bench press and added 500 and started bench pressing. I bench pressed for the rest of the hour. My teacher pulled me over before I left class.

"Are you sure you don't want to compete in weight lifting?" he said. 

"Yeah, my parents would never allow it," I said in a monotone voice. I changed out of my P.E. uniform and got my stuff for my next class. Art. I'm working on a garden painting. It has a fountain with a mystical theme. I'm working on the fairy that's sitting on the fountain's edge. I finished my painting right before the teacher said it's time to clean up.

"What a magnificent painting, Evelyn. Let me take a picture of it and then you can take it home," he said. I made sure the paint was dry and then wrapped it in brown paper and put it in my locker. I went to my next class. The day continued like this until it was time to go home. On my way out of the building I saw Phoebe and Max Thunderman. I have a crush on Max but I know I wouldn't be allowed to date him. His parents are my parent rivals. I walk out of school with my head facing down. I get pushed over my Devin. He is my bully. He's probably the one that put that note on my locker earlier. He kicked me while I was on the ground. I didn't fight. If I did my powers would show and I would be in deep trouble. He kept kicking me until I felt nothing happening. I open my eyes to see that the Max and Phoebe had pushed Devin off of me. Max held is hand up for me to take. I grabbed his hand and lifted me off the ground.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded. I stared in his eyes for a little bit but snapped out of it.  I quickly picked up my stuff and ran as fast as I could to get home. Shit, i'm going to be late. I ran into my house and looked at my phone trying to catch my breath. My breath caught in my throat. 3:33. I'm 3 minutes late. To a normal kid this would be fine. To me this means I get beat. My mom came around the corner. I tried to run but she grabbed my hair.

"WHY are you 3 minutes later?" she asked

"I was getting b-beat up," I tried to keep a steady voice but failed. She punched me in the gut, blood came out of my mouth. She held my throat. She pressed my back against the wall. I can't breath. Just before I blacked out she dropped me. I took in a deep breath.

"Don't be late again," she said as she walked out of the room and went into her lair. I ran up to my room and cried an ugly cry. I cut my wrist some more and washed the wound. I bandaged it up and got into my work uniform. I quite my old job not too long ago since I turned 16. I work at a bar now, it's closer to my house. I left for work and started. I decided to work overtime to get more tips. I needed to go food shopping. I got off work at about 10:00 and went to a grocery store not to far from my house. I bought some food and went home. I ate a sandwich for dinner. I actually had enough money to buy some soda. I did my homework. By now it was 12:00. I finished my costume and went to bed. The next morning I heard fighting coming from my parents lair. I ran downstairs and went into their lair. Mr. Thunderman and his wife were there fighting my parents. I backed against the wall. My mom left the fight for my dad to do.

"What are you doing in our lair?" My mom yelled at me.

"I-I-I h-heard fi-" I was cut off by my mom punching me in the gut. Tears came to my eyes as she beat me. I curled my self into a ball and let it happen. I wasn't strong enough. She got a knife. My eyes widened as I back all the way to the wall. Tears were streaming down my face. She was about to stab me in the stomach when a hand stopped her. It was Mr. Thunderman. I looked up in shock. He pushed her back and fought her. Mr. and Mrs. Thunderman won and the police took my parents. I just sat there with wide eyes. A deer in headlights. Mr. Thunderman came up to me and offered me his hand to stand up. I stood up and right as I did I got dizzy. The world started going black as I passed out.