A gang of three teenage girls approached me. They giggled. I flipped backwards before bringing my foot over my back to touch my stomach. They came closer, giggling obnoxiously. I turned over in a leap, landing on the ground in a back-bridge.<span style="font-style: italic">You could have been me</span>I thought. They looked around my age. I stood on my hands and did the splits in the air, pulling my legs down to the floor sideways. Why not them? Why me... I had asked these questions to much. I twisted into a jump, my arms twirling me onto the floor. I could feel the eyes watching me. They looked with awe and fear. Hatred to. I placed my feet on the ground in front of me, not moving my stomach from the floor. Besides, why should emotional pain be different from physical? I could still feel the shards of my bones grind against each other, and feel my body bleed to death inside from my repositioned muscles. I could endure that. But just barley. How would emotional pain be any different.<br/><br/>I had stopped for too long. A blonde piece of fluff had the nerve to yell. She had the stupidity to insult me. "You bend like a piece of warm plastic sure...your a contortionist! There are actual HUMANS who can do that!" she sneered. I was up in a heartbeat, my body flicking up in a non-human way as the muscles in my legs spasmed, flipping head over heels to come eye to eye with the girl. I grinned, showing my pointed teeth. My pointed nails. I scared her. "You want to try that one do you?" I spat. She fell onto all fours and scrambled away screaming. The nails and teeth reminded me of how I had desperately carved away the enamel to points, hoping to make a weapon to save myself. I saw Raeven scare off some boys. Jinx smashed her violin into one of the boys heads. I didn't react. It would only mean punishment and pain. More pain. So I continued on, twisting my legs around and balancing on one hand. Like a trained pet who's been whipped too many times.