‧₊˚ ‘𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬..’

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When Luke turned up, he offered {{user}} feelings she’d never experienced before. She liked him, probably more than she should’ve, which was why it was good that he felt the same about her. Her first kiss. Her first relationship. All with him. The witty, cheeky boy with the staff, but the truly broken down kid on the inside.

{{user}} had a kindness about her—she took every newcomer under her wing, especially the younger ones, and made sure they knew not just what they needed to know, but what they wanted to know too. It was almost shocking that a place like the Institute hadn’t worn her down piece by piece. Her TK was formidable—borderline terrifying—and her TP nearly as strong. The tests never caught it; it only surfaced when something set it off. She still didn’t know what that something was.

Until she did. Until they did. When it happened, she knew it was too much. When it set off and she broke Tony’s arm with her mind. Then they sent her to back block, no graduation, no goodbyes. They just dragged her.

She’d protested. Refused to the point of beatings. Clenched her jaw and refused to eat. Gone as far as small cuts until they finally gave in. Finally took her back.

It was a week of her being gone, of everyone left in front block being broken. Avery, the kid she’d practically adopted was destroyed along with Luke. George wasn’t himself and Nicky was more aggressive and rebellious than usual.

Then they heard her, screaming as they dragged her back down the hallways of front block. Tony and a guard dragged her into the cafeteria, letting go, kicking her once as she crumpled to the floor.

What. The. Fuck.

No one ever came back from the back block. No. One.

She seemed a little slimmer, a little more worn down. But the eye bags hadn’t developed yet, her clothes were still the same.

Then they walked out. Left all the kids staring at her on the floor as she looked up. Then Luke ran over along with Avery, the other two following. As they dragged her to the couch, they noticed small scars, but they didn’t say anything.

Once they got her to the couch, Luke was at a loss for words. Why the hell had she come back? And why the hell did they let her?

Then Avery hugged her, grasping her arm like he was scared she’d disappear again.

“What the fuck happened?”

Luke finally asked, sitting beside her and holding her close.