Colors weaving around him? Into him? He felt rage. Her rage. Her powers. That confirmed her earlier thoughts then. This Vincent, while alive, was merely a form of energy. Her energy. Her powers. She supposed she should the thankful for that. If it had not been for her powers flowing into him, he might not be here with her right now. Without her powers, she even doubted he would be alive. She was glad it hadn't hurt him. When he turned his gaze to her and said she would never hurt him, a soft smile came to her face and she took his hand in hers, holding it gently, "Never in a million year would I even harm you." She confirmed after he stated it and let go of his hand as he rolled over to look at the ceiling. He confirmed that he had indeed carried her out of the prom. So she hadn't just dreamnt that. She frowned when he said he watched her enter the house. It was there that she had snapped out of her state. Where she had first realized what she had done, washing the blood off of herself in the bathroom. There she had realized she was a monster. And, in seeking help from her mother, almost begging for her mother to tell her otherwise, her mother betrayed her. And she killed her for it. Killed her and set the only home she had ever known on fire. She drove away. Drove and drove, unsure of where she was going, what direction she was going in, or even how long she had been going. She had just wanted to leave. Leave and never come back.

Her eyes moved back over to him and she closed her eyes for just a moment when he brushed her hair back from her face. She opened her eyes again a moment later to look at him with a pained look on her face, "I know that. I know I've always been able to talk to you.....I....I just...." She had tears streaming down her face once again, "After I saw you hit by that bucket. I thought you were dead. I...I lost it. I couldn't help it." She looked t her trembling hands, "My powers snapped just as much as I did. I wasn't myself. I....I killed them Vin. Every single one of them. I crushed them. Cut them. Threw them against walls. And worse, I enjoyed it. At the time I enjoyed getting back at the for everything they had done to us. I felt like they all deserved death because they had brought it upon you."

She sat up again, wrapping her arms around herself, taking deep breaths, struggling to control her emotions and her powers at the same time, the colors on his shirt and pants flicking between different colors at her confused state of mind about the whole situation. She wasn't even sure how she felt about it anymore.She hated the people she had killed. And at the same time she felt bad that she killed them. And even more so, she feared herself. She had never known she was capable of so much destruction. Capable to killing and torturing people in such ways. She took another shaky breath, rocking back and forth slightly now in nervousness and fear of the memories, "I took my time.....with the ones that tortured us most....especially Christine. She's the one who planned the blood prank. The one who dropped the bucket on your head. I tortured them back."

She refused to look at him by now. She feared his reaction. Feared he would think the same thing as her mother. That she was a monster. That she deserved to die even more than those people in the school. She moved a hand to her mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped her now, "After that, they were all dead. And I felt so....tired.....I just fell out. That's when you carried me home I think. I went inside and washed all the blood off of me....but....but it didn't help." She frantically moved her hands to her ears, "I could still hear their screams. I knew I killed all those people and nothing can change that." She was sobbing more now, her whole body trembling, "When I got out of the bath, momma found me. I thought she was okay, that she wanted to help me....but.....but she didn't.....she stabbed me Vin. She called me a witch and said I needed to go back to hell. She tried to kill me." She could still feel the pain in her back from her the knife had entered her. It wasn't a dire wound, but it still hurt like hell, "I didn't know what to do...I was so scared...I....I.....I killed momma....." She sobbed more now, curling up there.