Lorenzo Berkshire/ 3 Words 8 Letters

flashback

*9 years ago*

"Dad, did- did you kill him" I say nervously as I start to shake in fear with a distraught look on my face.
No 7 year old should have to see a dead body covered in blood

"Hey go back upstairs with your aunt freya" my dad tells me as he sighs with a guilt look. I see my uncle klaus coming with a concerned look as he met eyes with mine. He could see the fear I had and I'm sure he could hear my heartrate going so bloody fast. His eyes lighted when he seen the terrified look in my eyes.

I stood there frozen in shock staring at the body as freya came and grabbed my arm signaling me to go. That night changed my life. changed how I view my family, changed how I saw everything. I could tell my father felt awful that's also one of the main reasons I was even sent away with freya.

My father never forgave himself for putting me through something so traumatic. He made a promise he'd never put me through something like that again which that promise was broken, many times. I couldn't blame him

He did everything in his power to protect me. Family means everything to my father he will do anything when it comes to his family especially when it comes to his only daughter.

I've seen people killed, people's heads ripped off their body, hearts thrown on the floor and blood, lots and lots of blood. I matured at a young age because of my traumatic childhood but this is what makes me stronger till this day. Without Alice without Freya without my family I don't think I'd be so strong.

My traumatic childhood plus the death of the love of my life really broke me in so many ways.
I may appear happy but anyone can fake a smile. I keep all my emotions bottled up so I don't seem weak, I don't be seen vulnerable.

The only person who knew what went down that night was my father, my uncle klaus and marcel and my aunt Rebekah. They seen me hit the floor in pain. They heard my gut wrenching scream. They seen I didn't have tears to cry for that. They watched everything

The only person who never knew what went on that day was Alice and freya. I never wanted to explain full detail. From how they viewed it they just thought he died. Little did they know I was there being tortured and watched eveything.

I've learned I do best keeping my emotions in.. I don't want people walking on eggshells around me, I don't want the pity. I don't want to hear peoples fake apologetic words just to make me feel better. The only person that actually understood was Stiles.

The only person who understood me was gone, dead. His death never hit me fully it took time until I finally broke. I wanted to die along with him I felt sick to my stomach numb. It never went away, it always stayed there but I knew stiles wouldn't have wanted this for me.

After his death I didn't want to speak to anyone. I wanted to distance myself from eveyone and everything, even my bestfriend which hurt me. I never wanted to shut anyone out but that was just the way I needed to cope, the way I needed to become stronger mentally and physically.

During the time of Stiles loss I wanted to become more stronger. Not just for me but for Stiles.. I needed to be able to defend not only me but the people I loved. I worked on my magic to the point where I was draining myself.
I didn't care how drained I was I needed to be able to fight. I needed to be strong.