Y/n's Point of View

"No don't fix that!" "Why not?" My lab partner, Trixie, asks incredulously. Sheis one of the most popular girls at school but I swear she is a s bright as a walnut.

"Do you want to become a fricking burnt orange?!" She huffed crossing her arms and stomping her foot like a child. "You do what I say nerd!" I scoff and step back. "Fine kill yourself, won't bother me any."

She proceeded to pick up the two bubbling chemicals and mixed them in the glass beaker. They turned to a bright red color but did nothing. "See? Maybe I'm smarter than yo-" An explosion knocked her into me and I fell into the cabinent that held other chemicals.

To my surprise she tried to protect me but she scremed as a burn appeared on her left arm. "TRIXIE! Y/N!" The teacher yelled and he hurried over to pull us into the hallway. "Quick get an ambulance." HE ordered.

"Girls?! Girls!" He shook Trixie and I but everything was becoming blurry. The sharp sound of a siren and running feet on the tile floor filled my ears making me want to shut them off like an alarm clock.

"Everyone stand back!" And I succumbed to the dark recesses of my mind.

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"Doc when will she wake up?" "We don't know sir.... she was heavily exposed." The voices seem so loud... wait the first one.... sounds familiar. Dad? I forced my eyes to open. There he stood argueing with the doctor.

"Dad... leave him the hell alone." Both men turned surprised at my voice. "Y/n! Why did you have to be an idiot?" "It wasn't me dad..... wait! Where is she? Where's Trixie?" I asked turning ot the doctor.

"She...... didn't make it I'm afraid. The chemicals she mixed were so reactive and the fact she was so close caused her extreme harm. It's miraculous you survived with so little injury." The doctor informed and I felt something in mind crack.

"S-She protected me sir. when we feel she tried to cover me." He looked intrigued. "where you two close?" I shook my head. "Not in the slightest but I'm not completely heartless to not ask about her well-being."

The last thing I told her was to pratically kill herself. I guess I'm lying. "Well seeing as your awake we can run some final tests then later you can go home. How's that sound?"

I shrugged. "Alright." Dad said and walked out without another glance in my direction. He doesn't care? Well then... tonight maybe something should change.

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"Ergh..... W-What where am I?!" I groaned and adjusted my goggles. "In the basement duh!" I said walking out from the shadows. My dad was strapped to the metal table. He tried to get up but was unsuccesful.

"Let me up you twit!" He spat as I grabbed the syringe. "That isn't very nice to tell your daughter... I bet Mom would be disappointed in her husband." That shut him up.

My Mom died when I was seven. She got really sick and nobody noticed until it was to late. I personally blamed my dad but that was just what my little mind cooked up. Speaking of minds I wonder what a few chemical implants could do to the mind?

I repeated these thoughts aloud making my father's attempts to get up more frantic. I shook a pair of vials watching them. "Do you truly know your daughter?"

I picked up a vial of liquid fermaldahide and squinted. "This should speed up the process." The next hour was filled with loud screams of pain and anger but they fell on empty ears.

I hung my lab coat on the coatrack letting mygoggles dangle on the hook next to it. "Sleep tight~ See you in the morning." I cooed mockingly before laughing out loud.

I opened the basement door and proceeded to my room acting as if nothing had happened.

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My first day back to school involved alot of staring and whispers. I unlocked my locker and grabbed my math book and binder. "If you have a question spit it out."

I shut the metal door and turned around seeing the crowd. "You didn't deserve to live!" I closed my eyes and shoved past Trixie's old posse, not wanting to deal with their bullshit.

"We ren't finished here!" HE repeated and I twisted around. "DO I GIVe a daMN?!" My voice had become distorted and loudmaking everyone within 4 feet of us back away. I looked around before running to my class.

I'm done with this hellhole. I patiently sat through the class and managed to avoid crowds the whole day. I didn't even sit with my own friends knowing they'll ask questions too.

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"This is unusual for you Y/n." I glared at the school counselor annoyed. Assholes. "So what? Puberty happens and just like Karma it's a bitch." I argue and she pinches her nose. "You have your life ahead of you, just get pass this obstacle and you can continue your days peacefully."

"Hippie much?" I stand and grab my bag. "We aren't done!" "YEs we are." I growl. "I have things to do."

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I marched down the stairs to see Dad was writhing on the table. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was wild. I smirked, "Sleep well? No? Good." I grab his swiss army knife from his belt.

Yeah army veteran for a dad, not the most amazing thing. "Put that back! Your-" "I know! but you need a place on the table." I purr placing the metal blade against his neck. I turned slightly and looked at my science textbook that was open tot he peridioc table.

"As Victim one you get to be Hydrogen!" I cut the number 1 and th letter H on his neck ignoring his loud yells. "hush now." I drop the knife in a bucket of bleach, watching the blood rise to the top of the chemical.

A dull thump made me grin. The jackass is dead. I grabbed an empty bucket and put a food drainer over it. I lefte the bleach bucket and dumped it over the mpty one. The drainer caught the knife as the bleach-blood mix fell into the bucket.

I put the knife in a bag filled with some clothes of mine. I walked back upstairs and grabbed my phone. I dialed 911 and prepared my voice to sound terrified keeping the voice recorder next to me.

"911 what's your emrgency?" "P-p-please help me. I hear someone downstairs andit isn't my dad. I-I'm scared." I say faking a sob. "Honey where is your dad?" "he was in the hallway when something broke. /he told me to call you."

I pressed the play button to play a muffled version of male argueing. "ok dear what's-" "OH MY GOD!" I suddenly yell pretending to be scared shitless. "What's wrong!?" I force myelf to scream and drop the phone. I get up and run thorugh the house, effectively stepping on the phone to crack the screen.

I can;t hear what is being said as I grab the bag I packed and break two windows, an entrance and exit, before leaving the house. To much effort for something simple.

In the distsance I can hear the wailing of sirens so I take off in a sprint. Why did I enjoy that? Did I actually not care about killing my dad? damn, but it's amazing adrenaline! I chuckle before jumping the fence of the cemetery.

She should be here. I begin walking towards a small hill the had a single headstone. Trixie Lavorth. "I'll send you some friends." I smirk knowingly.