Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

And sometimes, I could overpower whatever was in my
head by making my own victims.
Like Miss Jennings. Like Banks. Maybe I didn’t like being
alone, and I wouldn’t be if everyone else was as dirty as me.
At home, there were other things I’d ask her to do to stop
the pain, but when she wasn’t in front of me we had to
improvise.
The memories that had sprung up in Jennings’ room were
so far way now, I couldn’t even remember what had set me
off. I walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and pooled
some water in my hand before taking a drink, feeling the cool
water soothe the heat in my head.
The last twenty minutes never happened.
“Damon?” I heard Banks call. “Damon!”
I stood up straight and held the phone back up to my ear.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I checked my face and hair in the mirror, seeing
the rage start to fade, and my skin turn pale again. “Yeah…”
“Please stop making me do that…”
I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up,
ignoring her. What she wanted was ultimately unimportant.
We would do what we had to do.
Straightening my clothes, I felt the phone vibrate in my
hand again and looked to see who it was.
***Damon K. Torrance***
Please see Mr. Kincaid in the dean’s office before the first bell
this morning.
cc: GGabriel Torrance
Thank you.
Goddammit.