The darkness overwhelmed me in that place. The screaming of mother and child fading, becoming background noise to the increasingly loud, obnoxious cries of the warrior men and myself.

My eyes flew open and I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, ending the battle cries. I let out an audible sigh. Another day, another impossible feat. This time, to continue through my life as if I felt I could.

The morning had been a haze. I suddenly realized my bus was pulling up to the school. I must have been day dreaming. I picked up my bag and rushed off as soon as the doors opened. I stopped just before turning the corner where the few people willing to speak to me typically sat in the mornings.

I had to check myself. My black jacket's sleeves were hanging down into the palms of my hands, good. I let my eyes drift further down. My tight-as-can-be skinny jeans were tucked tight-as-I-could-manage into my converse, good, ankles and legs covered. My hands fluttered up to my black, lace choker. It was centered well; good. Even my neck wasn't visible. I was ready.

I took a deep breath and put on a smile. I stood there for just a moment, just smiling. I turned the corner and approached the people that made the faux silk fabric of my everyday life.

Caleb nodded at me and I nodded back. Ellie yelled for me.

"Lil!" I scoweled at her.

"Look here, blondie, what'd I tell you about callin' me that? It's Lilith, okay?"

She kept her smile and tried to jump up to hug me but I backed away before she could. I knew there was a possibility of me hurting her if I hugged her. Sometimes I didn't know my own strength.

I sat against a wall and listened to my music. People never cared much, they didn't really want to talk to me anyway. I had started to hate people. They questioned me too much. Just because I wasn't normal.

I couldn't hear the bell ring through my music but I saw everyone running off to their classes so I got up and went into class. I took my headphones off and sat down.

Class went on and the teacher was going on and on about Salem and its history. I didn't care much. I was only partly even listening. I was doodling on a sheet of notebook paper in front of me. I knew they were discussing witchcraft in Salem back in 1820-whatever. Then I heard him. Just some prick boy that thought he knew everything about everyone.

"Like little Lilly. Scary things happen around that little girl. Think you're a witch, Lilly?"

I couldn't control myself. I felt the rage swell up inside of me. The pencil in my hand broke and the picture looked blood red. I stood up and screamed.

"It's Lilith!" He fell out of his chair. Flew was more like it. He hit the wall to his right. His eyes grew wide.

"Witch! Why don't we burn her at the stake like they did in Salem?!"

Everyone started yelling at me and throwing things. I didn't know what to do. I was terrified. No, it couldn't have been my fault. I started to panic. I couldn't breathe. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the room. I didn't stop running until I made it to the woods in front of my house.

I went deep into the woods. I fell over on my knees sobbing and dug through my backpack. I pulled out my knife and hastily took my jacket off so I was just in my black tank top. I took the knife and placed it to my wrist. I waited for a sign to stop. But, I found none.

Quickly, I slashed my wrist three times. Three more scars was nothing anymore. I was covered in them.

I laid against a tree and focused on my breathing letting the blood spill.

Why did he have to say that? Why did they care about the things that happened around me? He thought he knew me. He knew nothing. How could he? Even I didn't know what was wrong with me.

I looked down at a crushed flower. It was so small. I thought it to be a daisy. IT looked like it was once white though it had turned brown. I thought it must have been beautiful once.

"What happened to you?" I whispered to it. "What's your story?"

I reached out and gently touched it. As I pulled my hand up and away something beautiful happened. As I lifted my hand, the flower lifted as if its wilting was being reversed. It turned white again and stood up proudly.

I smiled. Maybe, just maybe, this thing inside of me wasn't so horrible. I began to see my evil as beauty. I relaxed a little. And, in that moment, I realized that I was wrong.

The flower burst into flames and turned to ash in front of me. I couldn't do anything. I stared. I felt the tears run down my face as I very calmly decided to accept what I was. Evil.