Tornados Happen Because
Her eyes pierce into the girl staring back at her. Scanning every inch of the girls face until she can't stand it anymore. She pulls her fist back and strikes it square in the nose. The sound of the collision fills her ears as the shards of the mirror crack and hit the ground, relieving the headache she got every morning. Rolling her eyes at the fragmented face she brushes off her knuckles and sighs as she begins to try and contain the mess that was her luminescent silver hair. The color of the stringy mop betrays that she'd spent a mere 16 years maturing on this earth. Pulling apart the silver wires into sections for a braid, she tortured herself with thoughts of the hair she once had. As an eight year old it had made her stick out like a sore thumb, though now she would trade the world for those perfect fiery red curls. She didn’t notice when it started to change, or what she did to cause it, but it enraged her. At least this distorted view is tolerable she thought. But still she leaned over her sink to find more flaws. Finding her eyes in the shards of glass, she sees another thing she took for granted in her youth. They were once heterochromatic, one being a verdant green and the other a blue that always matched the sky. Though they did cause her nickname crazy eyes, she would far prefer them that way they looked now, each both green and blue twisting in towards her pupil. Soon they’ll be calling me mad as a hatter she thought and felt her stomach twist. The new knot reminding her if she doesn't to get out of this house, she will bring it down. Tucking a stray silver strand, she walks into her room. After navigating a floor of torn clothes, broken pencils, and a popped punching bag, she sits on the edge of her cool gray bed. It's the only thing in her room not in ruins due to a lack of use. She finds her ratty sneakers on the floor and leans over to put them on. She got them a year ago and already their holes make them almost unwearable. Once they are tied as tight as she can stand, she grits her teeth preparing to walk down the stairs.
She flies down three flights of her spiral staircase, taking it two steps at a time. So close to her exit to freedom, she sprints past a storm of rage between her parents in the room without even looking over. Finally out the door, she continues to sprint away into the family's woods toward the lake on the property. Looking up, she could see the tree tops shake, scattering broken branches which she could hear hitting the ground just behind her. After a few minutes she was at the dirt path she had bore around the lake. Looking back all she could see was the weather vane on the very top of her room in the attic. A flash of her parents' fight ran through her mind. She began to running before the knot in her stomach rendered her incapable. The rhythmic pounding of her feet on the dirt path filled her ears as she went around the lake. Her rage heated in her like an oven, this was all that fueled her. She could feel every millimeter of her foot as it rolled on the ground.. Her rage shot through her legs, being released out of the souls of her shoes. It was white hot and past the point of having Any direction. Just a feeling swirling around her head. Her feet were on the ground but her mind was in the high in the sky. The tree line was shaking. Deep in her stomach a scream was building. Faster her feet moved around the lake. Debris falling from the trees. The icy cold water to her right began to tremble. Her pupil began to twist into the green and blue until her eyes went black. Faster she went, her hair flying out of her braid. Faster until she became a sliver blur right at the height of her head. The icy water began to move with her. It raised up forming a wall next to her. Letting out the scream that had been building inside her, she reached out to the water to cool off. Setting her off balance she was swept her up with the tunnel of wind she’d created. Her scream then became a shriek and then a howl. Off she went to destroy.