Perfect Poison

SECRETIVE WOMAN PT 1

A ya to.

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My feet ran faster and faster.

Wait.....that smell, i recougnise it!

"Do u smell that?!" i hissed at the others.

Rachel crinkled her nostrils. "Yeah, ew, smells like ciggarettes and wine."

My thoughts too.

From back just after serene was born, when suddenly, our family became rather...complicated. I was to take supposed holidays with my mother every weekend to her private house, Kiro would take Serene.

It was the same kind my mother would inhale every day. Too thick to breathe in , too heavy to fully breathe out. The puffs of smoke that severed connection between us, or rather, put things into perspective, into alignment.

Y E A R S B A C K .

I couldn't go back home. I couldn't return to that Jail cell of a room. Black and white stripes painted over the minuscule areas that let me breathe. Menagerie like patterns, stretched upwards to the one barren window that  had escaped my mother's glass breaking screams.

Her warm breath, spitting over cries as the walls seemed to close in on us.  The vomit inducing stench of my mother's alcoholic breath, rose tinted cheeks and yellowish eyes that screamed help.  They spoke louder than the wind knocking bruises patterning my skin. They spoke louder than the slurred moaning within the patio at midnight. Even if she didn't know it. We both needed closure.

I had always sat on the hot pavement to escape hell. When people treated me just as she did, it was alarming how clothes and a frown can change people's actions. They think i'm dirt poor.

Laughing and eyeing me up and down while i drink in the heat of the sky.

Parched on the ground, Parents cling tighter to their families as they see me, assuming i'm a homeless person. But i'm just one in need of freedom and peace of mind, i don't care what they think.Even with every dark outcome clouding my mind,

Passerby teens and adult workers, laugh at me, mock my expression, needless to say, it burns. Society has no consideration at all, for those in need of support.  Unless it is somehow beneficial to them. Sick. Just like nightmares scrape away happy memories, good words seem to be a farther reminder of it's negative ones. Preconceieved notions of the silent, objectified for the mere intake of breath.

This was the deteriorating factor that allowed doubts to sprout into reality. Trust is a concept i find difficult to conceive. Because unfaded taunting memories of the past are dyed into my head, and are unable to be scraped off. Girls i never understand, because they all remind me of that one parent who's actions can never go away. 

" BRAT!"

My mother is irresponsible, but every blue moon she would look at me and tell me she believes in me.

My father is responsible, but he never looks me in the eye, and doesn't believe in me.

My sister copes with both the peer slander of her classmates about my childish ways in the past, and most probably hatred of having such a dumb sibling. I feel as if i can never live up too my parents expectations, which is weird since i dont even know if they have expectations of me.

But i know one thing for sure. Someone close to us is down there.

And i'm going to make sure they never damn lay a hand on my blood. my family.

Serene's pov

"Where are u taking me, END THIS CHARADE NOW DAMMIT." i screamed.

Uncle's long face frowned at me, dragging me back down the stairs. "You have grown." He smiled senile like. "You truly have." As we slided over blocks of bricks and stone, we entered a even smaller room, one that appeared to have a burning fire, aflame, at the blistering darkness.

"Have u enjoyed the erased memories before she attempted custody?"

I stared at my phycopath of a uncle. "What?"

"Or how about on the aeroplane when i triggered the memories of a certain death?"

I blinked. Huh???

"Wha-what are u even trying to explain?"

"You poor thing." He cackled, still smiling. "Lets show you what has been hidden, all those things that have been wiped from you mind, your father truly believed he could fix you."

Uncle bent down to me.

"But now i'm going to break you."

A/N hahahahahaha...... i wonder what it could be,,,, and what family history could be hiding behind the door, serene's pov is coming next and it will explain everythinggg.