Elena
I wake up, head pulsing with an ache. I try sit up, only to find that my entire body is bound to an uncomfortable bed that seems to stuffed with bags upon bags of rocks.
"Elena Costa. Triplet. She's deemed the safest, so she'll be transported to a new facility with her brother. Her sister, however, will stay here for testing." An old woman says.
Then she turns to me, her beady eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles at me. "Good, you're awake."
"Where am I?" I ask. I can tell I've been given a sedative, however they've never really done much to me or any of my siblings. We've become used to them and their effects, therefore we know how to fight against the strain of tiredness that they bring.
"The hospital." She responds. "But you'll be moved soon."
"What?" I question. "Where are Matteo and Alessia?"
"You'll see them soon enough." She mutters. "But right now we have to do a psych evaluation on you."
"I'm not psycho." I say defensively.
She ignores me. "Your oldest brother will be here soon to observe."
"Matteo?"
"No, Romeo." She says. "You'll meet him—" the door opens, cutting her off, and a young man radiating with authority walks in, clad in a black suit. While the majority of him is neat and well kept, his hair is disheveled and messy, as though he's been running his hands through it. "Now, I suppose." The stupid nurse finishes.
A bald man wearing a white lab coat walks in behind him, turning to the nurse hastily. "He walked past, I couldn't stop him—"
"That's quite all right. You may go." With one last nervous look to her, he nods and swoops back out of the room.
It's only when I turn to look at Romeo do I realise that he's already staring at me, his eyes trailing my face as though for an examination to make sure I'm uninjured.
"Elena, this is your older brother Romeo." The nurse says. "You'll be in his care when you're eventually discharged from the mental ward." She explains, and I notice that she's put on a nicer tone now that this man—my brother—has arrived.
"And when will that be?" He asks her, his voice deep and his words softened by an English accent that morphs in with his Italian one.
"It depends on your sisters behaviour." The nurse says.
He looks at me again, and his face relaxes a fraction before he walks to the chair right beside the bed and sits down. He frowns at my restraints, now that he's able to see them.
"Why is she tied down?"
"Safety." She offers, phrasing the word like a question rather than an answer.
"She's a little kid. She's not going to be tied down like some animal." He says, standing again. He leans over to start unwrapping the ties from around my wrists, filling me with immense, immediate relief. As he does this, the nurse only watches as though she's waiting for me to pounce.
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The Three of Us (ON HOLD)
Novela Juvenil[[UPDATES EVERY TWO SATURDAYS]] Alessia, Elena and Matteo Costa have been raised to fight. Ever since they were taken away from the care of their loving family and thrusted into a world of violence and danger, the weight of a weapon in their hand is...
