Hey guys :) I've decided to start a new story. Hope you guys like it :D (BTW, I will be updating Survival pretty soon, I just had a little writer's block)

Bree's POV

Bullying. Teasing. Hitting. Mocking. All these words keep dancing in my head. Ever since I started to go to school alongside my brothers, people started to tease me because I was short. Then it gets worse every day, it became bullying. The football team of the school would push me into the lockers every time they'd pass besides me. Their leader, Trent, would even get to punch me and kick me outside of school hours. Some days, I'd come home bleeding, with a bruise, with a black eye, limping, or even with all of those. It had gotten so bad that it became a regular thing. Every single day, I come home hiding all of my injuries from Mr. Davenport and Tasha. Everyday, I would walk home from school beaten up. I'd get into the house and walk slowly towards my room. I'd get inside my room, close the door behind up and collapse to the floor. I was too weak to stand up or to even move my arm. I was feeling dizzy and I felt like throwing up. I would hear people knocking on my door and ask me if I was okay. I would hear Adam and Chase entering my room and rush besides me. My brothers would command me to stay awake, and I pass out after that every time.

Every time I wake up, I always see five pairs of eyes staring at me. I would always get up and get hit by a wave of dizziness. I would excuse myself and I would go to the bathroom to wash my face. When I was sure that everybody went downstairs, I would look at myself in the mirror. I didn't see the old confident me, I saw a scared, pathetic, short loser. Everyday, I would feel anger rise inside of me, because of how weak I am. Everyday, I would always want to shout and break everything in the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, I'd calm down. I'd wash my face and go downstairs to meet the rest of the family. I do what every teenage girl do in the evening and then go to bed. And then the next day, the bullying restarts.

After the first semester ended, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to survive 6 months of constant bullying, and I had decided to put an end to it. It was that day when everything in my life turned upside down. I was getting ready to go to school, and put a gun in my backpack. I went to school, and the day started off normally. Jocks would be pushing me, girls would be mocking me, and strangers would be looking at me. They all noticed that I had a different look in my eye. I had that confident look. Even though they knew I was different, they would continue to bother me. At the second period, I've really had it with them. That's when I lost it. I pulled out my gun out of my backpack and started shooting the bullies. It took me 10 minutes to kill them all. The 30 persons I've killed that day relieved the pain I've been holding inside of me for 6 months. I have killed the whole football team, and the whole cheerleading squad. After the shooting, I saw my brothers and the rest of the school staring at me, terrified. I looked at the gun I was holding, and then at the 30 dead bodies lying on the floor. It took me 2 minutes until I realize what I have done. I dropped the gun and ran back home. Once I arrived home, I locked myself in the bathroom and stepped in front of the mirror. I stared at the reflection and asked myself questions. I took a closer look into the reflection and I couldn't recognize myself. I wasn't staring at me, Bree Davenport. I was instead facing a monster, a killer. Anger and rage rise inside of me, and I have reached my boiling point. I clutched my fist and saw some kind of glowing power come out of it. It was dark, it wasn't light. It was darkness. All this bullying had created a negative energy inside of me, and now I had to release it. I looked at the mirror one last time, and said goodbye to the monster I was looking at. I then punched the mirror, shattering it. All of the broken pieces fell to the ground, and saw drips of blood on some of the pieces. I looked at my hand and saw it bleeding. All of a sudden, I felt light-headed, meaning that all of the darkness has disappeared from my body. I held on tight to the sink, but eventually passed out.

Hours later, I woke up in my bed. I looked around the room confused. I looked at my hand that was supposed to be bleeding, and didn't saw a cut or anything. It took me 10 minutes until it hit me. I was never bullied. All of this was just a long, terrifying nightmare.

So I've been thinking to dedicate each chapter to one of the Lab Rats. In other words, this will most likely be a three-shot. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Do you guys want me to do a chapter for Chase or for Adam next?