Capítulo 244: Chapter 244
Flora sat in the back of the classroom, her fingers shaking as she clutched her pen. The sound of her classmates' laughter cut through the air, sharp and cold. She hadn't spoken a word since morning. She never did, not unless someone spoke to her first, and even then, it rarely lasted long.
The classroom smelled like stale paper and the faint trace of perfume, but Flora didn't care about that. All she could focus on was the buzzing in her head, the noise that only she could hear. It was always there, growing louder. She wondered if the others could hear it too, if they knew what it felt like to be trapped in their own body, surrounded by voices that weren't theirs.
No one cared about Flora. Not her teachers, not the other students. The kids in the class often threw paper balls at her, cracked jokes behind her back. She had no friends. There was no one to turn to, no one who would help, no one who even noticed her anymore. They'd seen her as weak, and that had been enough. That was the way they treated her.
The first time they'd laughed at her was when she tripped in the hall. A few girls had stood by the lockers, their cruel smiles catching the edge of the fluorescent lights. They'd told her she was useless. They called her names. Told her she wasn't worth the air she breathed. That was the day it started, the day they made it clear that her life was worth nothing.
She'd learned quickly to keep her head down. To avoid eye contact, to make herself small. But no matter how much she tried to disappear, they still found her. They found her everywhere: the locker rooms, the lunchroom, the hallways. There was no place where she was safe.
But there was something darker building inside of her. Flora wasn't sure when it started, but she began to think about what would happen if she didn't just sit back and take it. What if she could change things? What if they could feel what she felt, the suffocating pressure, the crushing weight of her existence? What if she could make them understand?
Her thoughts spiraled down in ways that frightened her. At night, she'd lie in bed and imagine what it would feel like to make them pay. Not just the ones who bullied her, but all of them. Every single person who ignored her, who overlooked her, who had turned her into something broken. They deserved to suffer. They needed to suffer. And she could make them.
It had started small at first. She noticed the way the lights flickered above her desk as she stared at the teacher, willing them to fall. She would focus, just for a second, and they would flicker harder. A trick, a little game. Nothing too obvious. But something inside her stirred when it worked.
After that, she started testing things. She'd focus on objects—pens, papers, anything she could find. She started pushing things off her desk without touching them. It wasn't just coincidence. She knew it. She could feel the power growing inside of her, spreading from her fingertips to the rest of her body, crawling under her skin.
It had taken weeks for Flora to realize what was happening. The first time she saw it clearly was when she walked home from school. The air had grown heavy, the sky overcast and oppressive, and her breath was short as she passed the group of girls who'd made her life hell. They laughed at her, calling her names, pushing her into a puddle.
Something snapped.
The world seemed to freeze, the noise from the girls cutting off as the temperature dropped. Flora's heart raced. Her hands twitched at her sides, and she could feel the power, that thing, begging to be let out. She looked at the girls, her eyes dark and wide, and for a moment, everything around her seemed to shudder.
The streetlight above them popped. The crack echoed down the street, sharp, loud. The girls screamed. The lamp's glass shattered, and it fell to the ground in pieces.
But Flora didn't move. She didn't flinch. She couldn't stop herself from smiling.
Her world felt different then. It felt right. They deserved it. And now, she had the means to make them all feel it. She didn't need to be weak anymore.
Days passed, and Flora's abilities grew. She didn't just make things fall anymore; she made them break. She made things move. Her classmates had started to notice the odd things happening around her, the way the air seemed to shift when she passed, how the lights flickered as she entered a room. But none of them said anything. They couldn't prove it. They didn't know she was behind it, but she knew. She knew it was her power. And she would keep using it until they learned.
One day, the bullying escalated. They cornered her in the locker room, a group of girls, all of them laughing as they ripped the books out of her hands and shoved her into the lockers. They laughed at her, her ugly face, her stupid clothes. She stood there, shaking, unable to move. They were everywhere, closing in on her. But she didn't care anymore. The heat inside her was unbearable. She wanted them to stop. She wanted to make them pay.
Without thinking, she did it.
A loud crash shook the room. The lights buzzed and cracked. The metal lockers twisted as if they were made of paper. A girl screamed, her voice cracking as one of the lockers slammed into her. Another girl fell to the ground, clutching her arm as it bent at an unnatural angle.
But Flora didn't stop. She didn't even blink. The world around her pulsed, and every blow she struck seemed to amplify the anger building inside her. The girls scrambled to get away, but it was too late. Flora had already set her mind to one thing: making them feel what she had felt every single day of her life.
That night, as Flora walked home, she didn't feel the weight of the world on her shoulders anymore. She felt light, like a shadow passing over the earth, unstoppable. It wasn't until she reached her front door that she heard a sound.
Her mother stood in the hallway, watching her. Her face was pale, her eyes tired. Flora's heart sank. She couldn't let anyone stop her, not even her mother. She had to finish it. She had to keep going.
The next day, at school, Flora walked into the hallways with a strange sense of calm. The whispers around her grew louder, but she didn't care. They were going to pay. She had already decided.
It wasn't until she was standing in front of her first class that she felt the air shift. A feeling of dread crawled up her spine, something dark creeping at the edges of her mind. The lights flickered above her, the hum of electricity louder than it had ever been before. She glanced around, her eyes darting, and that's when she saw them: her classmates, all staring at her.
It wasn't the usual taunting, the usual mocking. It was fear. They were afraid of her.
Flora's stomach twisted. She hadn't expected it to go this far. She hadn't expected them to see her, really see her, like this. She didn't know if it was a mistake or if this was what she wanted all along. They had made her this way, hadn't they?
But as she stood there, alone in the hallway, the reality hit her. They didn't just fear her; they hated her. They despised her, and in that hatred, she realized that everything she had done had been pointless. She had only proven their point. She had made herself the villain in their story.
She could feel it then. That crushing weight. The voices in her head were louder now, and the room around her began to close in. She hadn't wanted this. She hadn't wanted to become the monster they always said she was. But it was too late now.
With trembling hands, she tried to move, to run. But the world around her shifted. The walls began to warp and twist, the windows cracking with every breath she took. The voices—her thoughts, her rage—screamed inside her head.
It was all too much.
The glass shattered. The world shattered. And Flora's scream was lost among the echoes.
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