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Part 5

⚠️Warning ⚠️
It's a little bit sexist in the first part but nothing to much. And I'm starting to incorporate cussing words in here so be prepared to see that more. (you probably don't care anyways)

I was sitting on my bed on Wattpad and I was like why not make a chapter so here I am. Also you know Duolingo, that annoying green bird. He keeps getting mad at me for not doing my lessons everyday. And I'm like isn't a 25 day streak enough for you. Anyways enough with my ranting let's get on with this.
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Reich's pov

Some maids found me on the ground next to the broken painting. How pathetic is that, you needed some lowlife maids to help you. I could have helped myself, I have always helped myself in my episodes. It's not like anyone was going to help me with them anyways.

The maids said I had to stay in my room to calm myself down. I needed to do what I was supposed to do, not sit around and be emotional. I was already pathetic, I don't need to be seen as weak to.

And who the fuck do they think they are bossing me around, I'm the man and I live here I should be the one telling them what to do.

I hate woman sometimes.

(Wow I didn't know I was capable of writing that. I don't know if I should put a warning or not.) (if you read the warning I did)

I got up and left my room, I wasn't going to waste my time or even listen to their bullshit. I need to get to the attic. It probably needs to be cleaned out, I haven't looked in there for years. I would have told someone to do it but there could be stuff belonging to my parents and I don't want anyone to touch it.

I walked down the hall with the paintings again, not looking at them, I didn't want to ruin even more things.

I then got to a storage closet and opened it grabbing a latter. I need a latter to get up to the attic, I'm not tall I'm 5'8, that's short for a country and it's short for a German human. I hate being short it's so inconvenient.

I started on my walk again all the way to the attic, my arms started to get tired from holding the latter and I was only half way there. I mean it's not my fault this place is to big. Thankfully I saw a maid so I made her carry it the rest of the way. I was mad at the maids today so I didn't feel bad.

We got to the attic and the maid set up the latter for me. She then quickly walked away, I just glared at her. She didn't even say anything to me, how rude.

I started to climb up the latter and lifted the attic hatch open. I climbed inside and looked around. There was some light coming through the small windows that where up here. There was spider webs and it was dusty, very, very dusty.

I started to walk around the attic it was big and full of stuff. I opened a box and there was some old toys in it. It probably was my mother's and father's toys from when they where kids.

I started to look around more there was old clothes, book, furniture and a hole bunch of other crap. I was looking through a box of old clothes and I saw a box. I pick it up and examined it. "What could this be" I said to myself. I opened the box to see what was inside and my eyes when wide.

It was a uniform but not just any old uniform. It was the uniform that my mom made for me. He made it way to big saying that when I grow up I could fit into it. I picked up the hat that was in the box. It was a black hat with gold trimming and a gold rope where the cap and the actual hat met. And there was a gold symbol with a bird with its wings stretched out holding the same symbol that was on my flag. I remember the day my mother showed me this very vividly.