SOCIOPATH | Five Hargreeves

VIII •~-~• Walking Dead

S1E3 - EXTRA ORDINARY

ANGEL GROWLED AS she slammed her door shut, ignoring the searing pain in her side. She moved to sit on her bed, placing her hands on her knees and gritting her teeth together. Diego had really pissed her off for the last time. The next time he did something like that, she was going to fuck his shit up. She became discontented when she saw herself in her mirror. She was extremely pale and flushed. Dark circles resided underneath her eyes, making her look like she was walking dead. She scanned over herself, pinching at the places she disliked. She groaned. She wasn't going to let them do this to her again. She refused to crawl back into a turtle shell and hideaway for years until something important happened.

She caught a glimpse of something shiny on her dresser. Her notebook. An idea immediately came to mind and maybe, that would finally show them all the pain they caused her. Maybe it'll finally open their eyes to how cruel they treated her, and maybe, they'll finally listen to what she's been saying all along. She blinked the thought away in an instant and leaned against her bed with a sob, covering her mouth so no one passing by could hear. Tears rolled out of her eye and started to rain down on her cheeks. As she choked back a sob, she slid to the floor and hid her face in her hands.

Was it all really her fault? Did she make everything up? Did she cause all that torment for attention unconsciously? She rubbed her face harshly before slapping herself on the cheek. Her tears stopped coming. Her head fell back against her mattress and she got lost in the memorizing rotation of her ceiling fan. It was harsh to hear those words come from Diego, but some she definitely needed to hear, and she believed every word of it. Maybe it was all her fault. Maybe that's why Five was cautious of her presence when he returned because he didn't know if she would start shit again. She pushed herself into an outcast and lied to herself making her think that it was her sibling's fault.

All the guilt rushed to her at once, and tears started to form again. She thought back to how poorly she treated Five. She pushed him away when could've had something of a bond. Diego, too. Then, maybe, he wouldn't hate her as much. Or what about Luther? The secret bond between the two could've been stronger, and she could've told him goodbye when Dad sent him to the moon. But was it really all in her head? We've already established this. She squeezed her eyes tight at the thought of her dad. She punished him for not trying to find a way to fix herself when he was trying his best.

She groaned as she struggled to stand. She wobbled over to the dresser to get her notebook and a pen before plopping them down on the desk and herself in the chair. She flipped it open to a diary entry. She blinked and stared down at it, catching the words 'dad,' 'Five,' and 'behind.' She turned the page, coming to a second one before flipping a huge chunk of the book over, finally landing on an empty page. She clicked her pen and started to write all the words that came to mind that she wanted to say to her siblings, but couldn't physically speak. She wrote until her hand began to cramp up and she dropped the pen to the table. She clenched and unclenched her hand, trying to get feeling back. She sighed breathing in the quietness of the house. But peace and the Umbrella Academy were never allowed to be together.

Gunshots from just outside her door blasted through her eardrums. Angel jumped up with shallow breathing and watched as two shadows stretched across the floor from outside. The gunshots continued to ring before she heard metallic against metallic. Diego. She swung open her door, disregarding her own safety and peeked her head out. Those suits looked familiar, and the animal masks, too. They stopped shooting and one of them stepped around the corner, only to get kicked back into the wall. The other one ducked down, steadying their gun. Diego kicked the person in the gut, earning a groan.