After leaving Proctors office, I walked back down to the first floor and went to one of the restrooms on the far side of the building. I opened the door and made sure that no one else was in here with me as I moved over to the sink. Looking down, I can see the blood on my hand, after seeing that my vision becomes distorted as tears begin to pool up in my eyes.

A torrent of emotions flows through my mind. Anger and hatred towards Proctor, sadness for the students who had suffered, and fear for what could have happened to me if I was powerless or had been consumed by my power.

While still being assaulted by these emotions the adrenaline starts to wear off, my legs buckle and I collapse to the ground, every part of my body is now screaming out in agony. I am now feeling the backlash of using my power on myself in such away. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot that I had never gotten accustomed to sudden acceleration with this new body, and now I am paying the price.

So there I lay, unable to move as I quietly weep. After what had felt like hours but was probably closer to 10 minutes, I was finally able to feel something other than pain. While I was immobilized I had a lot of time to think about how I wanted this life to go. This time I had tried to avoid conflict, and yet it still managed to find me.

I guess that it makes sense, power often goes hand in hand with conflict. If that outcome is as inevitable as it seems, I will need to become better at not letting myself slip into such a dark place. I should also continue the development of my ability. At one point the scientists charged with monitoring and developing my ability believed that me engaging in combat with strong individuals would bring me closer to the so-called “level 6”. This was also apparently possible with LOTS of weaker enemies, though this was never implemented due to how impractical it was. they instead went with faster, more unstable methods of making me stronger.

If this world contains some of the tropes that would be in a "fantasy" type world, it may be possible to find dungeons of some form. and that would allow me to test the theory about getting stronger through combat. I will need to look into this soon, this world has so many unknowns that I don't want to be caught with my pants down so to speak. It would also give me a chance to see how my power fairs against enemies in this world.

While I know I am not able to interact with magic I do wonder how my ability would react to it. Am I able to block out magic? It may be possible, I most likely am able to reflect at least the physical aspect of a given magic. Though if I plan on testing this theory I should probably condition myself so I can handle using the more mobility based uses for my power. I don't think it would be fun realizing I can't reflect a magic-based attack and not have an exit strategy.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, I was able to collect myself enough to stand back up. Then two realizations hit me, the first of which was the fact that I am a fucking idiot for letting that bastard go. Who would really confess to such heinous crimes just because a psychotic little girl told you to… If that happened to me, I would just make a run for it. I sure as hell would not keep what just happened to myself. There is no way this will not come back to haunt me…

That aside, my second realization was the fact that I was supposed to meet up with my brother and sister in the carriage a while ago. It's going to be hard to explain why I am late on top of the fact that I have blood on my uniform. ‘I need to get going. The longer I wait the harder it will be to get out of this’.

After I try my best to clean myself up I head out of the restroom and make my way out of the building. Along the way I do see some drops of blood in the hallway that more than likely belong to Proctor. On my way to the carriage I don't see anyone else, it makes sense what kid “our” age would spend any more time here than they are required.

“Lady Fullsky, we have been so worried about you! Are you ok?”

“Yes, I just happened to get hurt playing with the others” ‘Let the lies begin’

“Oh… Ok… well we will be setting off as soon as you are ready”

With that I climb into the carriage only to be greeted by the worried looks of my siblings. I know exactly why I'm getting these looks, I show up late and in a disheveled state. The most noticeable thing is probably my red and puffy eyes from all the crying.

“Are you ok Lyla? Did something else happen today”

“Yeah, I just fell and hurt myself. It hurt so I cried, but I'm better now Jacob”

With that, he gave a satisfied nod just as the cart started to move. Eloise only responded with a raised eyebrow and then resumed looking out the window.

The ride home was as uneventful as this morning's commute, though this time before I knew it we had already arrived. Our home, or should I say mansion. This place is way larger than it has any right to be, but that is to be expected for nobility. I still haven't gotten used to this level of extravagance, before my “relocation” I lived in a run-down single room apartment. It's not like I couldn't have afforded better, being top dog came with its perks after all. At the end of the day I had just decided that material possessions didn't matter in the long run. On the topic of extravagance, it seems like our family butler has come to personally welcome us.

He is an older gentleman as indicated by the greying hair that he kept neatly combed back. He is also quite tall and wears black dress pants, a white dress shirt with a dark blue tie and vest.

“Welcome home children, I hope you all had a pleasant first day at school.

Oh, dear. Miss Lyla, your appearance is in shambles. Your father did tell you to be careful to not ruin your brand new uniform. Well at any rate I will have Victoria clean you up before dinner.”

Tch. “Fine”

“Young lady, such a tone is not befitting a member of this household! You will correct it at once!”

“Yes sir! I'm sorry sir!”, ‘I'm not in the mood for this shit right now…’ and with that, I make the walk of shame up the steps and into the house. From there I make my way up the large central staircase and head down the hallway to my room.

Not much has changed in my room over the years, even the shards of wood are still embedded into the wall, though at this point I had slowly moved the dresser to hide the evidence. At this point, the only change was that the crib had long since been replaced with a proper bed, that at this current moment was calling my name. I plop down face first and within seconds I'm out.