The Siblings

Leaving Home

This chapter involves the past and present. So we will start when Samathy is 10

Samanthy's dad is a pillager leader. He has his own army and everything. 

Samathy Pov

It was what seemed to be almost the middle of the night, the moon was slowly moving west. Father always made me go outside during the day, it was required for me. I couldn't stay inside all day and nag my father... he would... never mind. I had a satchel so I wouldn't get bored while I was walking through the swamp. It had a staff for self defense, a note book and crayons, my compass so I can find my way back to my house, 

I heard a rustle in the bush and snap around, my hair hitting my face. I saw what I thought was a curved stick poking out of the bush I heard the noise from. "H-hello is anyone t-their," I say feebly, then my vision goes black.

I saw a tree with dark red flowers all over it. It was very pretty, I had never seen anything like it in the swamp. I walked to it with excitement building in my mind. I sit next to it willingly but it was different, I was hit with a wave of nostalgia. You think you wouldn't find anything this familiar in a place like this. Unfortunately, it faded away within seconds...

        I regain my vision only to see soot hovering over my hands . "huh?" I question myself, the person that was somewhat stalking me walking out of the bush. It was a boy that was most likely my age. "Hello there," the stranger had greeted me. He has tall with straight, short, brown hair, a green t-shirt with a grey overcoat, and khaki shorts. He carried a bow and arrow, a sword, and a compass around his neck.

    "W-who are you?" I ask still stuttering with fear visible in my voice. The soot that was hovering above my hands was still there. Then, I heard a sword being unsheathed making a metallic noise that made my ears hurt. He looked threatening, not like I cared I'd seen worse. The soot was still hovering above my hands "What are you?", the boy said demandingly. I still didn't care, but I put on a scared demeanor to make me look like I did. His hand started tightening on the sword, and my hands started to clench and unclench in annoyance. He started pummeling towards me, sword in hand, and as soon as he got to me my hands cover my face. I stumble backward as he pounces on me with the force of no other person. His hands go around my neck, choking me. (yall that's kinky) My soot-covered hands reach his, but as soon as they touch them he started screaming. I manage to slip out of his grasp, barely getting away. My hand holding my chest, terrified, as the kids' skin started turning purple and black and eventually withering away. 

A hell-ish hole opens up in the earth, swallowing him up and closing as quickly as it opened. I was shocked, to say the least. I run. I run home scared to shit, knowing I would probably get in trouble. 

~~~At Home~~~

    I try to walk through the creaky door silently. I failed miserably, only to be met with the terrifying gaze of my father. He looked like I had just knocked over an expensive beer that he was drinking or something. He taught me to never be afraid of something or someone who is feared. 'Just hide it they won't see it' that's what he told me.  I had gotten good at hiding my feelings from past experiences. So, sure I was absolutely mortified, but could he see that. No, no he couldn't. I stood there straight-faced, staring right into the old man's eyes. 

       He was staring right back with malicious intent, "Where have you been, you little shit." His voice boomed throughout the house. He was in his normal, everyday drunk frenzy. He began to step toward me, taking his time. I hadn't given him an answer. I wanted to see how far he could go before he blew a fuse. 'Let the experiment begin.' I thought to myself boldly. "I'll ask you again, Where have you been?", He asked again more slurred than before, He was backing me into a corner. I eventually hit the wall, still straight into his eyes, no emotion showing on my face. He punches the wall behind me expecting me to react in some sort of way. He failed, but as his hand made contact with the wall my vision went black. 

I was back at the tree I saw early. But this time the flowers had changed color, they had changed to a neon yellow almost green. The flowers were giving off a sickly sweet scent, it was almost overwhelming all of my senses. I walk up to the tree, letting out the breath I was holding in. I sit at the trunk of the tree with my knees up to my chest, laying my head on the trunk, claiming myself down. It began to fade away as it did when I found that kid. 

          I come back out of my trance looking at my hands. There was a neon yellow light hovering over them. It was just like earlier in the swamp forest. My father was hovering over me like was an ant or something. I looked up at him with a pleasant smile on my face, as my father looked down on me with fear. He had an idea of what was happening. "Samathy, I need you to go wash your hands off in the sink", Ok maybe he didn't. "No, I don't think I will father," I said venom dripping from my voice. I was angry. No, I was more than angry. I was pissed. I looked back up at him smiling. 

       "You know, I  actually thought you'd be actually proud of me this time. I found something special that could possibly help your army of pillagers that are pretty much useless. I thought that you might actually accept that the next raid your army is weak." I said glaring at the old gray man towering over me. I had no idea what this power did, but the sickly scent of the flowers made it clear that this was somewhat dangerous. In anger, my father decides to grab my hands and try to drag me to the bathroom but was cut off with searing pain in his hands. "AH! WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed in pain. I watched fearfully, as the skin on his hand began to melt off, like boiling sugar. I decided to continue and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. As he bent over trying to shield himself, I went an grabbed his shoulder. It had the same reaction his hand had. 

       I assumed it was some sort of acid. The reaction on his shoulder began to spread to his face, and I watched him writhe in pain. I tripped him, while he was trying desperately to walk to the bathroom. He fell flat on his stomach, and I grab his leg. Oh, how he screamed. "MERCY PLEASE! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP!" he practically sobbed, begging me to end his misery. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge, opened it, and walked back to the living room. I poured it over the opened wounds with a wicked smile on my face. He screamed louder than I thought he was going to. I saw tears streaming down his gray skin and start pooling on the floor. It was nice to see such a bad man begging for mercy. He never gave me mercy, so why should I. 

         'I guess now would be the time to leave,' I thought to myself while walking to grab my bag from the floor near the corner my father cornered me in earlier. "Now father, whatever you are feeling right now. That's exactly how I felt every time you hurt me, beat me, or made me fear you. You are scared of dying," I stated. The fear in the old man's eyes was priceless."Well, I guess this is goodbye then. I'll let you lay here in pain and let you suffer, just like you made me suffer." 

I bid my goodbyes and walked out the front door smiling. As I was practically skipping through the swamp's forest. I had finally gotten away from that heathen of a father, I was free.

I was free.

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Word count: 1440 

This took me months for some reason. I guess I had no motivation but here we are wasting time writing when I could be washing dishes but who wants to wash dishes you know.