Sabrina Hargreeves aka Number Eight in the Umbrella Academy. Not anymore, after moving out at the age of seventeen and finding herself a nice apartment and a fun roommate. But the tranquility is put to an end when she's twenty three and Nick Fury an...
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TW: self harm, suicide, blood, murder, death (descriptive)
It's been a year since the exposure of S.H.I.E.L.D, but Gabriel discovered something that not even Abraxas could steal for the names of people he could kill.
"'Bri have you seen this," Gabe said one day looking up from his laptop with a shocked expression, almost looking afraid.
"What is it," I mumbled with a mouthful of cereal.
Gabe didn't say anything and only turned his laptop, I peered forward reading the title.
'Secret Umbrella Academy Member Spills Secrets In Newly Published Book'
I choked and spat out my cereal.
Sabrina: Number 8
(certain excerpts about Sabrina)
I haven't spoken to her since she left the academy, but with the success Sabrina has been having, I'm assuming that she is doing well. She wasn't always doing this well in life, being born with the gifts of a witch is what she considered a curse. Sabrina was cheerfulness and energy was slowly destroyed by the years of our father's training. Along with those years of training, Sabrina used her powers at the given opportunity and in a way that only inflated her ego, and brought many arguments with Luther that she could easily overpower him. It's true, since even though through the years of experimenting that our father did to her, it seems that there is no extent of what Sabrina's powers, and that's what always scared her.
She's always had an eye for fashion, even as a kid. This became Sabrina and Klaus often ogling at magazines they would steal, Sabrina cutting out outfits that would catch her interest. She had individual folders for each of us, filled with sketches of outfits Sabrina would draw and thought would suit us. Later our mother presented her with a sewing kit, along with a sewing machine, teaching Sabrina what she knew, and watched her gain a higher skillset of making clothes. A lot of the clothes was for our mother, but she also made clothes for Klaus, Allison and I. Forcing us to have little fashion shows in the clothes that she made.
But it was always a competition of talent in the household, when it wasn't about our training, it was about who had most talent outside of being a superhero. This would always get into Sabrina's head as she would argue how this was an actual passion of hers that she enjoyed to pursue, unlike Allison who she argued would use the fact that she was a member of the Umbrella Academy to get her roles. All the while, my talents and my passions ignored.
***
Apart from the fact that Sabrina's witch powers were what every normal kid wished to have and the typical things that they would do with them, there was a dark side to those powers, similar but darker than Klaus'. The two of them would occasionally train together and leave shaking, the thing was that while Klaus later became numb to the amount of training that he was forced to go through, Sabrina always left on the verge of tears, her eyes filled with new kind of terror. Our father was very determined to see how the extent of her powers. The first time this happened, we all heard a gunshot and whimpers before they faded out, hours later Sabrina stumbled out, pale faced, covered in a sheet of sweat, dried up blood that seemed to have spilled out right over where her heart was, she was five. From then on the rest of us would hear different types of weapons being used on her and a new part of Sabrina that was covered in dried blood. Diego always assumed that areas where the dried blood seemed to appear from were kill shots, and after one night it was confirmed, and all the other events lead to us knowing Sabrina couldn't die.
Sabrina's curiosity did always got the best of her, practicing new spells and befriending supernatural entities. Sure it was never used for anything negative, but there was and will forever be this part of Sabrina that has hope that her actions won't have any consequences. She found this out the hard way when one day she decided to summon the worst of the worst. It was one night in the attic, the house heard a scream and we found her floating above a circle of candles and a chalkful of sigils around her on the floor, struggling. The shadowy figure of a something that looked like a goat, and it wasn't until the goat figure started making noises and the pained cries of Sabrina started as she was starting to be sliced when mom was able to push us out of the room. Diego said he was able to get a peek of the aftermath and said that there was blood everywhere and Sabrina's chest was all sliced up. Ever since that incident, Sabrina tended to stay behind the line of what she knew and didn't know.
***
It was when we were all sixteen, a year before Sabrina left, after Ben had died. Luther had been pressuring her into finding some way into bringing back Ben since Klaus refused to listen to him. Allison that found her one night, in the bathtub, the water a blood red, her wrists, and neck deeply sliced open. Our mother rushed her to the infirmary, Allison said that Sabrina was just mumbling under her breath something about how she was sorry and looking at the corner of the room, how she was sorry that he was stuck in here all while she clutched a knife that she must have taken from Diego.
For the rest of the year, she was quiet towards us, more quiet than she normally was since she had her preference of siblings that she would only talk to. All she did was occasionally throw a glance and a broken smile to an empty part of the room. She did start lashing out at dad and refusing to go on missions. In my opinion I believe that was what convinced the rest of my siblings to follow in her first steps as she was the first one in the family to leave the house.
***
By the time I finished my part of the book, I was gripping onto this book as if my life depended on it. A wave of power blew across the room, as a blood-curling scream rang. I went through all of the emotions as in the end, my room was completely trashed and on fire. It wasn't even the opinion that Vanya had of me, it was no place of her to talk about the shit went in that house. MY shit, and as much as I despise them, my sibling's shit . People would have endless information about me, come up with their own ideas coming from the facts that Vanya presented in her book.
From the other side of the room, Gabe mumbled into a certain someone's voicemail,"it's bad Loki, things from her past, more specifically her time in the academy, she needs you now, more than ever. My comfort couldn't extended to the comfort you bring her."
