[center][h1][color=#FF69B4][u]ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ "ʀᴏɴɴɪᴇ" ᴍᴀʟᴄᴏʟᴍ[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][right][sub] 9 am [b]|[/b] Danger Room[/sub][/right]

Ronnie rolled her eyes. No one liked hearing the truth. She didn't, but it changed nothing. At least it was said without the sugar coated falseness or pity. Like her, he was another body that limited Daniela's movements and took up space. What good would that do? At least he could just lessen the time it took to complete their goal. 

Her arms wrapped themselves about herself like an shield. Deep down, her heart had started to race. It thumped heavily against her ribs while she let herself go cold. She jumped when she felt Jasper's eyes on her, the technopath's glare sent shivers down her spine. 

At Jasper's words, Ronnie just bit her tongue and focused on the pain. Her fear and anger swelled up in her heart. In the darkness, she could barely see anything. It was just another dark place in the rest of the world.    

[i]What's the point of kindness? [/i] 

It was just a mask people wear to get what they wanted. These people were no different from Alexander, Yasmin, or Julia. All people she had helped. She pushed them in the same way as she was. The moment Ronnie let go and trusted, they simply abandoned her. 

She had no emotional energy to pretend or act perfect today. In her mind, history would only repeat itself. 

Ronnie only half listened to Daniela words. For a moment, she was glad for the lack of light. It made the anger and pain easier to hid.  

"Chill out? There is no 'try your best'. You either fail or succeed. People only say that when they don't think you're good enough." Ronnie barely managed to keep her voice from cracking on the last statement. 

She could hear her mother's tone in it. 

Adrenaline poured from her anxiety as she reached her limits. She rooted herself in the spot. A subtle tremble rippled through her body. Ronnie now turned to stare at Daniela, but her vision blurred a bit. Unfocused into colors rather than shapes.  

Nearby, paper stirred from her forgotten notebook. The pages tugged with a life of their own. Each time the rustling became stronger and more determined. It synced with her stress. 

Riiiip. 

Finally, they tore free then darted into the air. The edges sharped than average as they lashed out at everything in the area.