She hadn't known. She'd just been so scared, and she PUSHED -
And she was walking dreamlike past her foster father's body. Into the living room. So cold. So quiet. Her foster mother, brothers.
Meggie, seven years old, the only person who'd made this life tolerable. The only sounds Julia could hear as she knelt by Meggie's body were her own heart, her own breathing.
Meggie's eyes were still open. Blood pooling around her ear on the floor.
And Julia jolted awake - not twelve anymore, not that girl anymore, safe in Shayara, in full control of her powers. She struggled to catch her breath, pushing sweaty hair back from her face with shaking hands.
Wishing she could forget what her powers could do, had done. Knowing she never would.
Halfway done! And thanks to jmspencer, we're up to $965! Almost a thousand!