Dionne drew a line over the book’s white cover. Then she drew another, and another, another- digging her pencil’s tip into the fragile cardboard until it broke. Leaving nasty, obvious scars.

  But still the book didn't bleed. Unlike how she bled, because a book is strong, durable, and lasts forever if maintained correctly.

  She threw it aside with the rest of the pile. Taking out a new one and starting over again.

  The bandage on her knee was tight and itchy. Dionne wasn't unfamiliar with the sensation, nor was she pathetic enough to complain. She just felt suffocated by how much it constricted her bloodflow, leading to a sensation of vapid numbness to take over.

  Starting from her legs, and eventually traveling across her entire body.

  The walls were smaller than she had remembered. Her bed was suddenly too small, exactly her size. Her hands looked smooth, the hair that Bereinger had on his knuckles absent on her own.

  Bereinger was average compared to the other boys, only a bit taller due to the padding in his shoes.

  Stolen story; please report.

  Meaning; if the other boys wanted too, they could also make her bleed. They could also easily hold her down, no matter how much she thrashed or kicked.

  Dionne isn't stupid nor naive, she just knows that any normal person knows the rules.

  An aspect that’s always fascinated her was that so many people adored Aruvia— but nobody dared to help when she needed it the most.

  She loved the hypocrisy of it. How it forced Aruvia to get off her high horse, and join the others in the real world where you actually needed skill and sacrifices to succeed! In here it was everyone for themselves, and if you couldn't hold your then natural selection would finish the job.

  But someone had broken that rule. Someone she thought was like her; Strong, disciplined and knew how the world worked.

  Alas he was as ignorant as the person he was trying to protect. But if he was ignorant enough to try and go against society's pre-established cycles, then how could she trust the others to follow suit?

  If her power couldn't stop them.

  If societal rules like hicheras and titles couldn't dismay them.

  If the only thing stopping them was an external force begging them to stop..

  Did she even have any control to begin with, or was she a blabbering bird in a cage of annoyed cats?