I wish... Part 1

Hello again, readers.
I feel the need to explain my entry the other day. You see, I was quite serious when I said that I am the villain. My powers are such that render me most prone to all sorts of villainy.Unwilling villainy, but villainy nonetheless. My powers are so bad, that I have to keep myself mostly isolated. Sure, I let myself out of the house once a week for shopping, and then sometimes I go wander the park for inspiration, and then there is this cute cafe....Well, maybe I leave my house a little more than I thought I did, but when I do, I keep the human interaction to a minimum. No one is safe.
I'm sure your wondering what my powers are, that I feel the need to keep myself locked up.

I have the power of Imagination. And by that, I don't mean that I have a big imagination.
I mean that things I imagine can become reality. I say "can," because there has to be a conscious effort on my hand to make it work. So don't worry about being chased by my daydreams; those stay as daydreams.
Generally, the only time I can make it work is if I imagine something in the form of a wish. I'm sure you've all thought at one time "I wish I didn't have to take that test," "I wish I were prettier," or even "I wish they would  all just disappear."

Remember my last post? How I said that I used to live in a small town?

I suppose that I should start at the beginning.

I have never fit in. I have always been very shy, preferring to live in a fantasy world in my head than the real world. My father was the wealthy CEO of Darling Devices, a computer/cellphone company owned by the Darling family. When I was five, we moved to Cloverville, because that was near the main factory. It was a small town, and our house was probably as big as town hall; it was very out of place. But, my dad liked things big and flashy, and so big and flashy we were. It was all well and fine for him; when you have a lot of money, people don't really care how you act. But, when you are the child of said wealthy man, people expect things of you. They treat you differently, and for a little girl who was already shy and had problems fitting in, that just makes it worse. I was teased constantly, and I had no one I could count as a friend. Sure, all of the girls in my class wanted to be my "friend," but really they just wanted to come to my big fancy house and use my big fancy toys. They didn't really care about me. So, I imagined my own friend. Her name was Charlotte Katherine too--I wasn't too creative with names then-- and she was just like me, only she was everything I wanted to be. She was outgoing, brave, and very confident in her abilities. She was big and flashy and everyone did what she wanted to, and everyone listened to her. Whenever the boys at school bullied me, I could imagine her standing up for me, and it made me feel better. This worked all throughout kindergarten, and up through third grade. In fourth grade, however, things got complicated.

You see, Fourth grade is when you're not supposed to have imaginary friends anymore. I wasn't willing to give Charlotte Katherine up, so I was teased even more. One day, I couldn't take it anymore, and when I imagined Charlotte Katherine beating them up, I thought to myself "I wish Charlotte Katherine would really beat them up."
I don't remember anything after that. I woke up the next day, and went to school as usual. Only, at the beginning of class, the teacher announced that something had happened to some of our classmates. Four boys, the ones who would always tease me, had been hospitalized after being severely injured after school yesterday. She never said what had happened, but I knew who had done it.

Charlotte Katherine, My Charlotte Katherine, had done something terrible to them, just like I had always imagined.
I was a monster.