BOOK TWO IS PUBLISHED
(Sargent Death is a character I made up. And yes, I know Sargent is misspelled.)
Hypocritical and with a grudge against a very powerful man, you transfer J High. You quickly become friends with Daniel & co.
You're a quote pers...
(All the horrible negative crap spoken on here is NOT TRUE! Never give in to thoughts like this. Also, that's Miss Grace. ⬆️)
"Time for food? Are you kidding me? You want him to pick you over those girls and Crystal? You want him to pick you yet you want to get even fatter? Who the hell are you to get special treatment from him? You're ugly, lose some weight, actually put some effort into your looks! How can you expect him to love you when you have nothing to offer? It's all about pleasing the man and ignoring your own feelings. You have no body, no looks, the worst personality I've ever seen, and your annoying. He has models literally spreading their legs for him, why should he pay any attention to you? You're over here imagining him fucking you when he probably doesn't want to be in the same country as you. You're just a mission for him."
That's not true... stop, that's not true!
Tears stung my eyes as I took in Miss Grace's words.
Who the hell am I to compare myself to Crystal and all those rich models?!
Am I really crying over a guy right now?! I told myself that after Jake, I wouldn't cry over a relationship.
I rolled onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow, kicking my arms and legs.
"Look at you... crying over a boy when there are people actually suffering. What about those girls in prostitution? What about all those people in abusive relationships? What about those suffering? Stop crying. He's just a man. You are not allowed to be happy until everyone is happy. Get up."
I sobbed and wiped my eyes and then cried harder from my guilt.
I thought back to my time in that prostitution ring. I began to shiver in fear and I hugged myself. I remember the horrible memories.
I never knew when that door would open, I never knew when the next time I'd be hurt was.
I was lightheaded from all the crying. I felt so helpless, then and now. What am I supposed to do?!
Why did they do that? I never understood.
"Why do we do this?" I asked looking up at Miss Grace.
I was sitting on the floor, covered in blood and sweat.
"Do what?" She tossed the severed limbs into the trashcan.
"Hurt people. Why do we hurt people?"
"I still don't understand your question, NightShade."
"Miss, I don't know how to ask the question. Why do we train to hurt people? Why do we have to hurt instead of heal?"
"What foolishness you speak. What powerful organization would do that? Don't you know how much cheaper it is to hurt people for money than help the poor? What do the poor have to give us in return?"
"But... shouldn't that be why we work to help them? Shouldn't we protect those who can't protect themselves?"
She threw a knife at me which I barely managed to dodge.
"Shut up, you insolent thing! If you have money, you have power, when you have power, you have the whole world in your hands. Look at the civilians! They themselves protect and admire the evil! When the truth comes out, who do they blame? The victims. Who has more supporters, the bad or the good? Whether it's from fear or basic human nature, we all stray toward the bad because we always have more power. We will always have more support. You don't fight the current, NightShade, you master it and make it your own. You don't own the tide, you own the entire ocean and everything in it. If you master the beast, you won't be killed by it. Betray it and you'll be dead in a day. You have no one, no brother, no mother, no father, no friends, no one. No one is looking for you, you item. You have no purpose, instead of questioning me, you should be thanking me for the purpose I have given you. All of you must learn to be more grateful! None of you were worth a speck of dirt and we gave you a home, a job, a reason to breathe. Now get back to work. Bring in the next testing item."
I gulped nervously as two teachers brought in another child, probably two years older than me. I didn't want to kill him, but I need to get out of here for Goo... I'm sorry...
I gasped for breath and wiped away the tears from my face and sat up.
There's nothing to do. There's nothing I can do.
I'm to helpless to help others.
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