Why Me?

Tragic I know

*please continue with caution as there are sensitive topics going to be brought up such as but not limited to (Rape, Bulling, Abuse, Mental Disabilities, etc.)*

"You are right. I don't speak at school. I don't have people to talk to, nore do I have anything to say so why would I speak and even if I did who would I speak to? If I spoke to myself, I'd be considered a freak on top of being an outsider. Those so called "caretakers" didn't do anything besides buy me from an adoption center, send me everywhere they wanted me to go, and live a life of their choosing. If I wanted anything I had to find ways for me to get it. I had to hide everything I wanted. The reason why I can take all this in, is because I don't panic. Nore do I care about anyone but me, except..." I look at Kisa." for her. Before my Real parents died, I had a little sister, she was amazing. She loved..well everything."

 I could feel everything softening at her memory." She saw the kindness in others that I always missed. She took after our mother that way. Kisa here," I point at her, as I return to eye contact with Locke." reminds me of her. I can cut those monsters down there because that's always what they were to me. Monsters, they took my sister and I in." I turn but continue talking while putting clothes into Kisa's bag with a mini aid kit, and a couple pairs of unders. " My little sister was happy to have a so-called family again, jumped right into the role of little girl for the bastard. He had other ideas..." I had to stop talking, and breath even remembering it, I wanted to kill them all over again. I get her bag in one hand and 2 water bottles in the other.

" Hey, Kisa. Flowers? Or Butterflies?" She points to the flower one, I put it in her bag along with 2 MRE's filling her bag. I put it at Loke's feet and grabbed her a change of clothes."He hurt her badly. Badly enough the trauma was too much for her heart let alone her body. I was late coming home that day because I was with "friends", those same people when I needed a friend most. Left. They left me. So anything that's thrown at me I take it without a second thought. I'm strong enough to be by myself so I will do it for me and no one else. Does that make something wrong with me? Or does that justify me being "normal"?" I look Loke in the eyes now. He isn't meeting my gaze but staring at the floor as if it'll disappear, holding Kisa so tightly I see her squirm a bit. I nod my head toward the walk-in closet. "There should be some weapons and rations for you guys along with some first aid supplies. Grab whatever you need. If you think you're strong enough I have some more duffels like this," I point to my back. "you can pack this with clothes and important stuff and put your food supplies in the smaller one." Brent and Loke nod their heads not making eye contact with me or each other, as they head into the closet. 

When they come back out, The boys have their bags slung over their shoulder with some weapons in some extra holsters. Kisa is between them clutching onto their jackets. I nod, and walk off again having them follow close, letting Butch bringing up the rear. I stop by the couple's dead son's room. "Their son died 4 years ago, he was around our age but going into college. I wasn't allowed in this room, but his clothes should fit you both if nothing of my dad's fit you."

"Wait...those men's clothes...were your dad's?" Brent asks, finally making eye contact with me. I nod in affirmation.

"Yes, though they looked new they are about 4 years old. I was supposed to throw them out. But I made a deal that if I never wore them and they were never seen I could keep them. Same for anything of my Mother's and sister's things. If I never took them out, and they never saw them I could keep them." I look away, opening the door to their son, Riley's, room. The boys nod and walk in, Kisa however is now attached to Butch holding onto his rope so tightly Butch is on high alert. One thing Butch is good at is never attacking small children, but man is he super protective of them. I bend down so I'm in front of her. She flinches away holding onto Butches neck and that spooks him. 

"NO!" I grab for Kisa, when Butch goes in for a bite.