Not Evil,Just Hurt

7- Strong emotion

I spent the evening putting away all my personal belongings. It was long and boring, that I ended up losing patience when all I had to do was put away many things which are usually of no use to me and my shoes. I took them and put them in a cupboard without paying any attention. In other words, I threw them in and closed the door at high speed before everything fell down. So I closed the closet at 8:15 p. m. sharp. I crashed on the exhausted ground. I decided to take a shower, to get all the sweat off my body.



I then put on a jogger and an old sweater.
I wasn't wearing an outfit that made me look my best, but I was comfortable in it and that was the most important thing.



I was exhausted from the day and decided to go and rest. I moved the pillows on the bed when I heard a noise coming from the hallway. It was a man's voice. It was probably my roommate. Suddenly I heard three more voices, all men's voices. I went to the main door of the dormitory. I approached it and listened to what was happening on the other side.

"You have competition now!" says one of the voices

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I found it amusing.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" said a voice that seems familiar to me.

Voices began to rise from the other side, a chicane seemed about to break out. But I wasn't listening. In fact, I could hear every word, but it didn't seem to say anything. I was in shock.

That voice. . .
That arrogant and intimidating tone. . .

I knew who said those words.

It was Mattheo.

I recognize her voice. Of course, that had changed in two years. It was more serious and masculine, but it was still my brother's. And the way he responds when he doesn't like it is exactly the same.

I felt my heart beat faster and faster. My hands were shaking slightly. I felt, at that very moment, all my hatred for my brother, disappear.

I'd had my brother disappear for the last two years. I didn't blame him anymore. All I wanted at that moment was to find him. So we can be together again. I want to get back to the relationship we had two years ago.

But was that possible?
Did I ruin our relationship?
Did he forget about me?
Would he ever forgive me for telling him these four truths?

Hundreds of other questions came to mind. I felt crushed by the weight of all this. I fell to the ground and burst into tears.

In the hallways, the chicanery continued. The tone of the voices increased more and more. I heard Mattheo's voice even more clearly, which caused my tears to flow more and more. I was not allowed to cry, so having seldom cried it had the effect of intensifying my crying.

The chicane was still going on even after about ten minutes. I forced myself to stop crying and wiped them with a wave of my hand. My face was red, but because of my gifts it came back to its natural hue in a short time.

I heard the chicanery again, and this without knowing why I was angry. I could feel the anger rising inside me. I took deep breaths to calm down, but to no avail.

I felt more and more anger take over me. My necklace began to change color. I looked into a mirror that had been hung on the wall, and saw my eyes change color. They were no longer their turquoise blue, but a very bright orange. Suddenly, the lights and torches began to go out and then come back on. I knew I had to calm down, but I couldn't. I couldn't do it. The argument in the hallway, to which my brother was part, amplified my anger. Suddenly, all of a sudden, the voices fell silent. They probably noticed what was going on with the torches.

I get up and accidentally touch the wooden door. This one started to catch fire. I looked at my hands. My fingers were black and a few sparks appeared from time to time. It only happened when I lost control. It had been over a year since it had happened again. I didn't know what to do. I tried to think of a solution quickly, but nothing came to me. It had just happened a few seconds before, but the door was almost entirely on fire. Someone had to stop all this before the whole school was reduced to ashes. But I couldn't do it myself. My powers are still out of my control and if I touch anything it will burn. I couldn't even take my wand. Although it is magical, it remains made of wood. If I touched it, it would be destroyed for nothing.

I started to panic more and more. The flames had continued to recur and were now beginning to burn the walls.



The smoke I hadn't really noticed will intensify. I started to run out of air. I coughed trying to breathe and then collapsed to the ground.



I hear someone cast a spell to stop the flames. Then that same person kicks in the door. I don't have time to figure out who knows I'm losing touch with reality.