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I could see he was really panicked by the look of absolute fear in his eyes, they were darting all across the room and every now and then, would look at me. Punk.
"I don't care who you think you are, or what you think you have a flipping right to do, but you don't do it to me!" At my last word I slapped him as hard as I could across the face, sending him about two feet over, next to the foot of the bed.
He scrambled up with his bloody nose, bruises and shaking body and scampered out of the room like a dog, shutting the door behind him. All of the objects in the room fell to the ground and were scattered across the floor and made it look like a tornado went through here.
Now, everything is hitting me at once. I glance up to look into the mirror and jump back in horror. I lean back in closer, bringing my hands to my face, terrified, to see that my eyes aren't the same color anymore. They've turned a very light gray, that it's almost white.
What's happening to me?
No matter how much I thought, tried, elaborated, nothing helpful came to my mind. It's not like a lot was ever on my mind anyways, it was all mostly air.
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