The screw up Katelyn

Dark potion, that was what I injected in Reubens leg. It kills you within ten seconds. Dark magic was the most deadly magic type in Polyhymnia. One of the two holy magic types. Both of my parents were holy magic users. My father controlled dark and my mother light magic. That increased the chance for me to also have holy magic in my blood. And yes I have light magic in my blood. My father was the only dark magic user in Lori village and I was the only light magic user in Lori village. My mother died when I was born. She lost to much blood when she gave birth to me. My father hated me, because of that. He always called me a screw up. Not only my dad was upset about it. The whole village panicked. My mother was the only good light user back then.

I was three years old when my father assaulted me for the first time. "This is what you get for screwing up!" he said at me while hitting me in my face. I dropped the bowl of rice by accident. It was very sloppy of me. I screwed up just like I did to my mother.

The second time happened when I was 5 years old. I left my favorite teddybear on the staires and my dad stepped on it what made him fall. He went back upstaires and pushed me from the staires. I laid in a hospital the whole winter season. I missed almost the whole "the end of the year vacation." Most children do not go to school, because their parents learn them. But my dad did not want any contact with me, so he paid for school.

When I turned eight years old I went to the hospital to heal my leg. It was just a silly accident I made while running. It was the first time I met doctor Moisturizer. Doctor Moisturizer offert me his teachings. He said, "The hospital could use a light magic user." My dad told me once, "You will never be a better magic user than your mother so do not bother to learn it. You are just a screw up." I told the doctor I would never be good enough to strengthen people. I refused and went back home.

I changed my mind the year after. I asked doctor Moisturizer if he could learn me to use light magic and so he did. He thought me a lot of things. I was learning bit by bit. The only thing what got in the way were the words "screw up." I had no faith in myself what made me fail.

I was twelve years old when I met him. I never caught his name. He was a young boy, but older than me. His hair was blond and he wore a blue purple t-shirt that day. I remembered the day as if it was yesterday. It was a rainy spring Sunday with no school.

My father broke his leg the day before. "If Penny was alive she could've fixed it," he said. I walked to him and laid my hand on his leg. "Don't you dare using magic on me."

"I can do this." The light shone through my hand and it looked like it was working.

"Stop it you screw up!" my father screamed.

My mind repeated him. 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱. 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱. 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱. 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱. 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱.

"Aaaaargh!!!" It was the sound of my father after I ruined his leg. "Look what you've done!!" He grabbed my wrist and said, "you don't know how much holy magic can hurt! I will let you know!" Darkness went out of his hand though my wrist.

"Aaaaaaah!!! No!! No!! Stop it!!" The pain I felt was insane. It felt like all my life was sucked out slowly and painfull. I felt weaker and weaker. I felt. I felt like I was dying.

"It hurts doesn't it?!" He absorbed the darkness out of me. "That is how powerful holy magic can be."

His leg had to be amputated after it.

And the next day I went outside. I walked to the fountain near our house. Nobody was outside, cause of the rain. I set on a stone bench and cried. I cried as hard as the rain.

That was when he came. "What's wrong?" The boy sat next to me.

"I'm a screw up!" I cried.

"What did you screw up?" he asked.

"My mother, my father... I can't do anything!"

"What happened to your wrist?"

My wrist had a dark spot. My dad left it there the day before. "Nothing..." I replied.

"Let me look at it." He grabbed my wrist and light shone out of his hand. The darkness left my wrist. "Here you go."

"Where did you learn that?" I asked.

"I learned... a lot. But I'm still not good enough. Light magic is a hard magic type to learn, but it is totally worth it. I will master it someday and will make up my failure."

"Failure...?"

"One girl was deadly sick... I couldn't safe her."

He was so calm about his failure. "Why haven't you give up?"

"Because I'm still alive. So long as I'm not dead, I will be able to make up my screw ups."

"Make up..."

"You can do it to. No mather how much you've fallen. As long as you are alive, you can rise up again."

"I have fallen to big and I'm not good enough to make up my screw ups." I can not fix father's leg or mother's life.

"I don't know where you've gone through, but you can always try. I have a handicap..."

"Handicap...?"

"I have a powerfilter. When I try to level up my power, it goes through a filter before I gain experience. Only some of my effort increases my power, but a lot just doesn't get through my body. About ninety percent of my training is awaste of time. Only ten percent gains me more power. That means I have to train ten times more as the average person to achieve the same amount of experience." He trained even with this handicap.

"Why don't you give up?" I asked.

"Because it's still possible. If I have to try harder, I'll just try harder. Giving up is the last thing I will do. But as long as there is light in the darkness I can scare the darkness away."

"..." Was he really so determined? He was. He inspired me and gave me motivation to try harder.

I never saw him again, but I continued learning. I improved bit by bit and still am. It is not going fast, but every bit counts. My self hatred slowed me down, but I stayed determined to increase.

I wanted to make everything up and this is my change. To kill this demon I would make it up. Everyone thought the demons extincted a long time ago, but it seems there is still one of them alive. If I could kill this demon, I could safe a lot of lives. I stole one of the my dad's potions to make it happen.

I injected the dark potion in Reubens leg. The darkness went trough his leg. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. "I'm sorry. It has to be done. Sleep well." I knew killing him would ruin my life. I would be accused for murder and will get the death penalty. But I would die for something good. I would be able to make it all up. "What...?!" The darkness in Reubens leg didn't spread further. It turned white. "I-Impossible..." I screwed up... again.

TO BE CONTINUED...