“Hey, I didn’t know you were in the same class. That idiot just left her computer open in the library, that was too easy,” He said, laughing. I could feel the veins protruding in my forehead. That piece of trash!

“It’s not funny. Our professor found out and reported it. She can prove that she wrote it,” Willow said, bringing a hand to her forehead with a groan. I watched as he stood up and walked over to her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just get the laptop for you,” He said simply.

“Your solution is more theft?” Willow asked in annoyance.

“Sure, why not? You don’t have any better options, do you?” He asked with a grin, showing his less than white teeth.

Willow just sighed, running her hand through her hair. No doubt trying to figure a way out of the shit hole she dug herself into. Serves her right. A smile of my own graced my face as I clutched my phone tighter. I was finally going to get back at her, for all the humiliation she’d caused me since she transferred to this school.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask you,” He started, placing his hand on her waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Willow shouted, swatting his hand away and slapping his face.

I gasped, the air thick with tension. Willow’s face was a mixture of fear and disgust. I watched as he slowly turned his head back to face her and shoved her straight to the ground, using an unnecessary amount of force. I brought my hand to my mouth as she hit the ground, ballast stone flying through the air. He hovered over her, fists clenched. What should I do? I froze–

Was she laughing?

“You and me? What a joke! You’re disgusting. You couldn’t steal enough laptops to get me to touch you,” She spat with a cynical laugh.

“Yea, well, we’ll see about that,” He said darkly, leaning down and placing his hands around her neck.

I gasped, dropping my phone to the ground, the screen shattered on impact. He was going to strangle her! I stood up, hands on the door, but I couldn’t move. I was scared. She was dying right in front of me a-and I couldn’t move–

I watched in horror as Willow’s face, once filled with disgust, contorted into a mask of pure fear. While his deadly grip tightened on her throat. Her blue eyes, wide and glassy, grew more distant by the second. Then it happened.

In an instant, something erupted inside her..

Suddenly, a blinding torrent of electric blue energy crackled through the air around her. The raw intense aura that emitted from her body threatened to ignite at the slightest spark.

I stared in awe, mouth agape as the undeniably beautiful light, birthed from Willow's unfiltered desire to live, completely turned the tide of the struggle. That man, once the aggressor, was instantly flung backward, smashing into the brick wall behind them. She stood up, eyes dark. The look of fear, no longer evident on her face.

All it took was a single swing of her fist, before his body crumpled to the ground unconscious. His clothes smoked lightly, no doubt charred from the intense energy that had coursed throughout his body.

The electric blue aura began to shrink, the source of its power being reclaimed to its core. Only a faint crackling flash of light could be seen around Willow's manicured fingers as she held them up before her.

I watched in amazed silence as she dropped to her knees, gasping for air. She clutched her throat with those same faintly glowing hands. Her body started to tremble violently, the shock of the event that just transpired settling in–

She slowly rose to her feet and stared down at her hands. Perfectly controlled blue flames now emitted from them. A satisfied smile made its way across her face. The smile of someone who had not only escaped death, but found the ultimate prize.

Coming to my own senses, I started to realize Willow's effort was gone. Her struggle had ended as quickly as it had started. And once again, she had effortlessly ended up on top.

Fucking magic?!

That was the final brutal insult to my ego. It wasn't enough for Willow to just be beautiful, wealthy, and popular. It wasn't enough for her to succeed at cheating and lying to get what she wanted, and it certainly wasn't god damn enough to allow her to possess this perfect, effortless power that now made the bitch a true goddess among mortals?!

While I had been trembling in fear, hesitating to do something, anything to save her life, she'd solved her own problems yet again, with a single, beautiful punch.

My eyes left her to look down at my cracked phone, picking the sad device up in my hand. I, who had been so ready to expose her, now saw the truth of the matter clearly laid before me;

The paper, the plagiarism, the public humiliation, and the proof I recorded had all been made worthless now.

Who cared about a book report when the offender could now conjure a celestial force? I found myself once again walking in Willow's shadow, my humiliation at the forefront. It was all meaningless..

My fingers began to grow numb, as I felt the cold plastic of my already damaged phone slip from my hands. The last shred of proof that could be used against her was damn near useless in its current state anyway. I barely heard the device collide with the ballast stone and further shatter, the screen cracking across the camera lens. 

The emptiness I felt within me slowly began to fill. It had only known the rage and fury that had filled me since meeting Willow Pritchard.

The effortless beauty who had always made me feel unremarkable, no matter how hard I tried to prove myself otherwise.

All that jealousy and rage felt like a festering wound that I was desperately trying to heal. Only to find that Willow was the one ripping off the bandage, fatally reopening my healing trauma, allowing envious infection to spread through my body.

Through her actions, she’d created a malicious creature within me, full of rage and envy. I hadn’t known it, but the very control I fought for was slipping away from me with each passing day. The emotional disease that had finally overtaken my mind and body was forcing me to take action against my aggressor, just like Willow had against hers. Her hands might not have physically been at my throat, but she was attacking me nonetheless.

Without another thought, I felt my body move on its own accord. The disease guided my every move. Hungry for atonement. She won again.

She keeps winning.

The being before me, wasn’t just a girl that’d been the cause of my humiliation and emotional trauma, she was the sole source of this infection. I-I had to cut her out for the self-preservation of my sanity, otherwise the cycle would just continue. Her perfection had to be dismantled. That smile… wiped clean off that flawless face.

In a moment of complete clarity, I stepped forward. My foot crunching harshly against the ballast stones.

My mind didn't process a single thought: Something within me just snapped.

A low, desperate cry tore from my throat as I launched myself out from behind the door completely. Willow, didn’t even have time to turn around as my palms connected with her back, giving her a hefty shove to the groun–

I froze as Willow, fully caught off guard, flung forward, flipping over the metal railing that surrounded the rooftop perimeter. She stared at me as she clawed for the ledge of the rooftop before the momentum of her weight sent her tumbling over the edge.

My eyes went wide, I could feel myself stop breathing. W-what have I done? In an instant, I leaned as far over the railing as I could, craning my neck to see. She could have found something to grab on to–

She hadn’t.

Willow’s body lay a crumpled mass at the foot of the building, unmoving.

I fell to the ground. Ballast stone scattering everywhere. Clutching my hands on my head, I screamed. My high-pitched cry pierced the air. I didn’t mean for this to happen!

I was suddenly overcome with emotion. Every ounce of shame, fury, and the crushing weight of inferiority had blinded me. I didn’t want to push her over the ledge. I only wanted to push her to the ground, a final desperate attempt to knock her off her high horse–

I gasped as a sudden wave of crushing electricity slammed into my body. Sending me on my back in a twitching heap. My body was on fire, I felt an unfamiliar heated liquid coursing through my veins. It-it hurts.

It felt like every cell in my body was being peeled open and rebuilt. The paralyzing sensation nauseated me, turning to the side, I vomited. Unable to move as the vile contents saturated my auburn hair. It felt like this chaotic mass of energy was being poured into my body.

JAN: “Like I said before, I don’t pretend to get mixed up in the dealings of women, especially human women, but our story starts with these two idiots.

Sylvia Graham, the murderer who never intended to be one. I just wanted Willow to stop winning so much. Enough to push the girl off a building. Wow, that human jealous rage is crazy stuff, huh?

But now it’s my job to clean up this catastrophic homicidal mess.”

Sylvia’s POV

I looked up. A man was standing above me. He was holding a broom and wearing a pair of dark grey overalls. Oh, god it was the Janitor. He saw everything!

I quickly began to panic, shooting up from the ground. I immediately fell back over as I grew dizzy. With all my might I pushed myself up on all fours and grabbed at his pant legs. Hot tears streaming down my face.

"Please, I didn’t mean to do it! You have to believe me! I didn't mean to! I just, it was an accident,” I choked out, covering my mouth with a hand as a sob tore through me.

I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt her, so please,” I said, sinking further to the ground.

I looked up as I heard him click his tongue in annoyance. Wha-?

Suddenly, a blinding, ethereal, light flashed behind me, casting an ominous glow on the ground. A wave of paralyzing fear swept over me.

I flinched as Willow’s voice sounded out of nowhere.

“You stupid bitch, you killed me,”