I woke up in a hospital bed. My body was aching, I felt dried tears on my face as I wiped them with my palms. I sniffled slightly. It was so quiet. I shifted from the bed, getting up. I was still in my dress. I picked up the hem of my dress so I was able to walk; then I just walked out the door. While walking out, the nurse was in her office, the door was open be she didn't notice me leave.
     Walking down the halls of the school it was empty, thank goodness for that. I bit my lower lip, thinking about my sister and I stopped. In deep anguish I was in. My powers are dangerous, I could hurt someone. My heart skipped a beat, I felt pressure in my chest again. To calm myself down, I had to take sudden deep breaths. If I flip out here, the school might fall with me.
     The student walked past me, staring and immediately scurrying off when I turned to them. They were scared. I felt heavyness on my body and my chest tightened. My walk became more awkward. All I could really think about was to stay calm. I felt the panic consume me, yet my magic hadn't came out to play.
     I accidentally shoulder bumped into the a random god and he looked at me with surrender. I paused at his reaction. I became upset by this. I don't want them to be afraid of me. I opened my mouth but suddenly I struggled to respond. I felt a glint of energy coarsing my body and I remained silent.
    "I am sorry." He said immediately. I didn't say anything, just walked off immediately. The god was huge, and practically towering over me and he was the one apologizing when I bumped into him?
       I held a defeated and conflicted look as I walked. Everything was backwards. I felt like I lost something. Was it my innocence? My soul? I stopped in the middle of the hall. I heard faint screaming in my head and I saw images of my sister falling off the stage.

      I heard sudden laughter which caused me to flinch though it seemed more like a jump. I turned and saw the girls wearing pink in front of their locker.

      "Don't bother to even show up at my party!" Anansa mouthed at me, her brows would perk up and down with sass as she does this little wave and turned to Hathor.
      Walking back to my dorm felt like I was walking through hell. Everywhere I look and the people I make eye-contact. They either  hated me or feared me.  They probably also wanted me dead too.

         Entering my room, I shut the door behind me and I was about to sob but I got jump-scared by the headmaster and the same very short woman I saw him speaking with in the classroom. They were sitting in the dorm room chairs. I really wanted to assume that they were talking about Grey that night. They didn't say she, they said to him. Which I at least assumed it was Grey. Luckily they're the least of his worries now. Because well, now I think.. I am the one the headmaster should be afraid of.
         My lips pursed.

        "Evening Nimue." The headmaster says. He had a hand on his lap and he swayed his shoulders.

        "Headmaster? Are you here to expel me? I really deserve it" Was my first thought. My face felt tight and my cheeks were hot.

       "Oh goodness, no." He responded quickly as he shook his head. Then why is he here..? In my room. I locked the door behind me and the headmaster got up immediately. I paused at his action as I just stared.

     "You don't have to worry sweetie." The woman reassures me. My brows furrowed and I looked angry. But I was just frustrated.

       "Calm down." The headmaster asked of me.

       "So you're afraid of me too?" I said. The headmaster shamefully avoided my gaze and he turned to the woman.

      "Its about your powers my dear." The woman says. Of course its about my powers. I thought.

       "Being the first magic goddess, we truly have no idea what you're capable of. We don't even know what it means to hold the power of magic." The headmaster explains. I bit my lower lip. It didn't seem he was very motivated about helping me, more like controlling me. Just like how they control monsters by locking them up.
      "I killed a lot of people. Didn't I?" I looked up at the headmaster. He kept an reluctant glance.

         "Yes, you did." His voice lowered pitifully. I rubbed my face and let out a sob-like heavy sigh.

        "Is my sister dead?" I asked. The headmaster eyes widen at this question, my eyelids would rest. I seem to have found my answer. I motioned my hands over my eyes as I heaved again.

        "She's in critical condition." The woman answered hesitantly. I look up at her. My frown never leaving my face as I nod my head. I am really not sure if I should even trust them. If they're keeping secrets from the school. Who knows what else they're keeping from us. But I have to act like I don't know.
      "So what was that about my magic being unknown?" I turn to the headmaster as I began rubbing my temple.
       "Well.. This amazing woman next to me is Ms. Hayda, and she will be training you as she specializes in these things and she will also be your therapist." The headmaster says.
    "This way we can gain knowledge on what you're capable of."

       "Great.. A Goddess with a therapist and a personal trainer. What a great comedic storyline for me." I let out awkward chuckles. But unfortunately they didn't like my joke.
       "When do I start?" Pressing the conversation forward.

        "Tomorrow." Hayda had a quick response. I nod my head as they make there way out the dorm. I shut the door behind them and I turned around, leaning against the door, hugging my knees while in my dress. I didn't even noticed that the hems of my dress were torn and dirty. I take a couple of deep breaths.
       "I am so sorry.." I whispered. I take another deep sigh as a single tear fell from my face and formed into a crystal as it dropped onto the palm of my hand.
       "What is happening to me.." I let out small murmurs.

****

      It's been about 4 days and I was still in my dress. I haven't left my room, and I didn't go to class. I didn't even start training yet despite all of the mail I have been getting to go to them. I was waiting for my dear sister to return. Like they told me, she was in critical condition. But even for a god, how bad was the damage. Despite that, I was waiting for her to walk through the door so I could, apologize. I hurt her. I could've killed her.
        Unless they lied to me just so they can use me as their trophy. I sniffled and rubbed my face.

       That's when I heard several knocks at my door, normally I had just laid in my bed. Just hoping that they would leave, but today. I got up. I got up and I slowly creaked the door open, only revealing my eyes and nose.
     "Innessa?" My voice croaked, I let out a yawn as I pushed the door wide open and she stormed in.

     "I know we're both going through things right now—and—" She was speaking so fast. She had looked at me, her gaze held concern.
    "You look awful." She muttered before speaking over me and saying:
    "I just thought this would just wash over.."
 
    I watched as she pace around the room.

    "I thought we could get through this and wake up the next day."

      "Oh goodness rumors spread so fast—!"

     I grab both of her shoulders so suddenly and she stood there, staring with her eyes wide and her brows curved upwards.
     "What are you talking about?" I asked.

      "Yesterday.. Gosh, Nunu I am sorry." She told me.

     "Explain." I asked.

     "People are calling you an out of control freak and—and some even are refusing to be in the same classroom with you.. Its chaotic down there.." She mumbled to me. My eyes quivered and my lips were drawn back. I harshly swallowed.
     "What about you..?" I asked.

     "What are they saying about you." I questioned.

     "They're calling me a thief.. People are saying I stole that power and I was undeserving.. But what they're saying about you is way worse than my situation Nunu!" She removed my hands off her shoulder. I felt horrible then. Innessa has been down there, dealing with it all while I sit in this dorm room. My face scrunched up. I kept my tired gaze as I shook my head.
      "I know.. I'll just deal with it." I muttered.

      "Besides, at least I have you." I smiled at her. She has me now. That's what I wanted to say. But to be truthful, I am glad she was here.
     As of that moment, we hugged and then sobbed. Our pains were intertwined, and we only had each other. A downfall of a sister was my pain, I didn't care much about what people may think about me now. My sister was my family and if I lose her I will feel lost and guilty. But perhaps its time to expand my little family tree so I won't get sucked into these sorrows.
     
        Happy Coronation Day..
      
                                            I suppose.