Origins

Alene Vostocoff

(Major trigger warning! This contains suicidal ideation, emotional abuse, sexual harassment, and SH! Proceed with caution if you're sensitive to that, or just skip this one. If I spelled her last name wrong, please tell me.  Now, enjoy.)

Alene was cooped up in her room, listening to her parents screaming. She was hiding in her closet due to the fighting. They've done this as far back as Alene could remember. She heard a knock on the door.

??: "Alene, it's me."

She cracked the door open. It was her younger sister, Allissa but everyone called her Ali.

Alene: "What's goin' on?"

Ali: "Mommy and Daddy said you killed a baby."

Alene: "What?! I didn't kill Addison! He was hit by a truck, how is that my fault!"

Ali: "Not him. Another baby."

Alene: "What..?"

Ali: "Bye."

Ali escorted herself out. 

Alene: "Maybe it is my fault.  should've been watching him. If I did then he'd still be here."

She stood up and walked out of her closet. She snuck into her parents' bathroom. 

Mrs: Vostocoff: "It is her fault!"

The razor made contact with her skin. She wrapped some bandages around her arms and ankles. She decided to go for a walk. She didn't bother to tell her family, they didn't care about her anyway. She made her way to the market when someone grabbed her shoulder firmly.

??: "Hey there."

Alene: "H-Hi..please don't touch me."

??: "Well you shouldn't be so pretty if you don't wanna be touched."

She got a better look at the man. He had white hair with a purple tint, and he was wearing a mask. He had thick latex gloves covering his hands, with a syringe in his front pocket. 

Alene: "G-Get away from me!"

His grip tightened around her shoulder as he reached to grab the needle. 

Alene: "Stop it! Just leave me alone!"

Suddenly, he was knocked out cold. Behind him, was a person with short white hair, a white gown, and bandages around their wrists and ankles. 

???: "I-I-I'm reawwy sowwy about h-him..."

Alene had the breath knocked out of her.

???: "Let's get you out of here..."

The stranger grabbed her hand gently and led her away from him. It was a few moments later when she broke down in tears.

???: "H-Hey! It's okay!"

In a blind panic, she pushed the stranger away and ran home. She went back to the closet, her safe space.

Alene: "It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. It's your fault. IT'S. ALL. YOUR. FAULT"

 (time skip)

Alene was now in middle school. Ali was gone like all her other siblings. 

Mr. Vostocoff: "YOU'RE STUPID, YOU'RE BRAINLESS! YOU'RE NO CHILD OF MINE!"

She'd gotten used to her father's painful comments at this point. Her mother walked into the kitchen.

Mrs. Vostocoff: "Honey-"

Mr. Vostocoff: "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU WHORE!"

He took Alene's milk glass and threw it at her mother. 

Alene: "Did it have to be my glass?"

She got up and left as they started screaming again. She left the room before they centered in on her. Alene went and sat outside. Her mom came outside now with a fresh black eye.

Mrs. Vostocoff: "You're the reason this family is falling apart. Ever since you killed Addison and Ali the family has been broken. When you kill yourself I'll just grab a beer and watch."

Alene didn't know how to react. Her mom said hurtful things but nothing that bad. Her mom walked back into the house as Alene's eyes begin to tear up. 

Alene: "Fine! Clearly, the world hates my guts! If it wants me dead, I'll give it what it wants."