The phychopath princess

The note

Georgio POV:

My sister was dead. A suicide the autopsy said. I thought she was ok, I could've helped. They rolled the cart with the body bag out of the venue as hundred stood around watching the event that was suppose to be a celebration.

I still held the note in my hand that she left. I was going to read it out when it was just the family. After 2 hours the place was cleared. And it was just me, my brothers and my father left sitting on the sidewalk, silently crying about Teluma.
"She left a note," I whispered my voice breaking.
"Read it," Roberto said.
I took the crumpled peice of paper out of my pocket.

" Dear my family,

First off I'm so sorry I had to do this to you, but I had no choice. I loved you all so much more than words can say even if I'm shit at showing it. But I supposed I should go from the start. After my mother took me, on the way to wherever she was heading she crashed the car, and no, the cops didn't find me and I was placed in a caring foster home, I was found by the Russians, who ruined my whole childhood until I was 13.
They had an idea. Raise a child from birth and turn them into a weapon, after all nobody would suspect a small child being able to kill someone. That child was me. They injected me, poisoned me, trained me, beat me, all so I could be the perfect soldier. I was raped because according to them. No one could have any part of me. Bad things happened to me in the lab. Very bad things. When I was thirteen I escaped, but that wasn't an amazing thing really. The scientist at the labs had me hooked on a drug, 808. At that age I couldn't find anything that gave my the same affect in the outside world so I resorted to drugs. Cocaine to be exact. I was addicted. Soon enough I overdosed. When I was found the cops realised I had no one, so I was placed in foster care. The home I was placed in was bad, but luckily after all that training I wasn't physically abused. Keyword there being physically.

After I overdosed I was sent to rehabs for 3 months and right before I came to you guys I was just a week out of a 7 month sentence of juvie.

I thought my life was over, that there was nothing left for me, that's when I discovered the assassin business. I could survive off killing people for a living, something I always loved. I became the famous assassin, the Devil. Yes, the Devil that was ruining all your shipments and blowing up you warehouses.

Now to the part why I had to go, a man ordered a hit on your family, he wanted you all dead and was offering a large amount of money. At first when I was welcomed in your home I thought this was the perfect opportunity to assassinate the family, but no, I never thought that I would feel loved, care for and be happy.

The people that tested on me found me. When I was in the bathroom, I got a phone call saying that they had snipers on each of you guys, and the only way you would get to live is if I killed myself. You see, it's not as easy as it seems, there's only one thing that can kill me, liquid 909. A deadly acid.

Now you know everything, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, maybe this whole thing could've been avoided.

But I was never cut out for life, all I ever was and ever would be is a broken girl. I seen too many things at a young age and I was just over all fucked up. I cut myself, I've overdosed, jumped off buildings all so I could get out of this horrid world.

So don't blame yourselves, I was never meant for a long happy life anyway.

I love you all so much and that means a lot coming from me.

-Teluma"