Where The Rose Blossoms

Chapter 49: An Unsettling Past

She looked at you surprised, her golden eyes widening.

"Draga mea, you don't-"

"I know, but I think I'm ready. Ready for you to know..."

She gave a sigh and brought you closer. You turn on your back and lay your head in between her breasts. Gripping her gloved hand you stare off into the distance, remembering who you were before.

"I used to live somewhere, somewhere far from here...

The earliest memory I have is from when I was only four years old. I lived in a very unstable household. My 'father' was abusive, often screaming and beating me when my mother wasn't around to save me. She had to work often and with a deadbeat husband that never worked, she was the breadwinner. I couldn't escape so when she wasn't there to offer herself I took the beatings and the yelling. One day my mother and 'father were fighting over me. My mother had finally gotten the courage to divorce him, especially since that day he went too far and cut me with a knife on my leg, leaving me a bleeding mess, but he wouldn't give me up without a fight.

I heard the argument in my room where I was hiding. There was the loud sound of glass shattering and the sound of a slap. Then more screaming and yelling, when the silence followed I began to crawl to the door, hoping, praying, that my mother was alright, that she wasn't dead on the floor. Well I was half right. The door swung open and what I saw horrified me, but also filled me with a sense of safety.

My mother stood there at my doorway, she was holding one of her kitchen knives, blood stained it along with her hands and clothes. I could see my 'father' on the ground, covered in his own blood, dead. My mother quickly placed some important items in a backpack before cleaning herself up, taking the knife and me. We quickly left our small apartment, when I asked where we were going, she only told me somewhere safe.

The next two years were a slight blur, but we ended up in a small village away from any civilization...it was my sixth birthday and my mother and I were out to get ingredients for my cake. That's when we bumped into a man, someone new and obviously not from this village. I was hiding behind my mother, who protectively stood over me. The man greeted me in a soft and gentle tone, the only one who had used that tone on me had been my mother. Finding a man who was so gentle made me feel safe. He told us he had lost his way after hiking and couldn't find his way home.

My mother, being the kind soul she was, invited him for dinner and a roof over his head. He only agreed because my mother refused to let him starve and be out in the night. That one simple night changed my entire life. They got married four years later when I had officially turned ten. That was six years. Six years of bliss that would soon come to and end.

It happened fast. Too fast. One moment we were watching joking around in the living room, the next soldiers came rushing in. They quickly restrained me and my parents, telling them if I made another move, they would be shot dead and vice versa. They took me away, putting high tech handcuffs and a muzzle on me. To be fair, I had succeeded in biting a fair number of them. Too exhausted to put up another fight, I fell asleep in their van.

When I arrived Mia and Miranda were assigned to be my caretakers. Yes, the same Mia Winters and Mother Miranda. Mia was working as a spy and I don't really know why Miranda was there. Mia was like a mother to me. I had no idea if my real mother was alive or not, all I knew was that I could lean on Mia, she had become that mother figure to me. After it turned fifteen, the experiment was somewhat complete. The W-Exe virus was embedded into my DNA and there were noticeable changes, the main change being that I was more obedient, and more aggressive.

One day Mia was threatened by another coworker. I was required to wear a shock collar and when he took it and electrocuted me, I killed him. That was the very first time I willingly killed, the first time I enjoyed tasting the blood in my mouth, feeling the flesh tearing in my teeth. I wasn't allowed to be near anyone else after that.

Suddenly one day Mia had gone missing along with the E-001 experiment, when she left I was devastated. My mother figure left, that was the second time my mother had left me...I stopped eating. My personalities split and I was soon diagnosed with depression and multiple personality disorder. My wolf split into two, leaving with three personalities. Shadow, the mold part of me. She was blood thirsty, only wanting to kill. Snow, the actual wolf part of me. She was nicer, almost puppy-like. Then there was me...just me...I was dull, sad and unhappy.

One day I tried to end it all. I hated not being able to have Mia with me. I hate not being able to eat without feeling sick to my stomach. I hated the voice telling me to kill everyone. I hated the voice that told me to smile and wave. I took the bed sheets and began to strangle myself. I just wanted to die. My real mother and step-father were most likely dead. Mia was most likely dead. So why should I continue to live? When I was about to pass out someone came in and stopped me, for some scientist that never cared about me, they sure as hell cared if I lived.

When I turned twenty I was numb and alone. Mia was gone, Miranda seemed to hate me. I was being shipped to a training facility so that I could become a weapon of mass destruction. But that's when the van flipped, tumbling off the road into the wilderness. Everyone except me was killed, I guess I have my abilities to thank for that. When I managed to crawl out of the flipped van, I was weak and on the edge of collapsing. That's when black feathers surrounded me. At the time I had no idea it was Mirand who had done this. She told me that I wasn't the perfect vessel for Eva, but she wouldn't let me go to waste. Before I drifted off into the darkness she told me one last thing.

"You'll remember everything when the time is right."

You sat in silence. It felt good to get that off your chest, to finally tell you love what was wrong with you.

"Y/N...I'm sorry that happened to you..."

You face her, she was beginning to tear up. You place a hand on her cheek as she allows a single tear to roll down her cheek.

"D-do you mind if...I asked questions?" she whispered

You simply nod your head and lean back. Making patterns on her open palm you wait for her questions.

"Was the shock collar the reason you hate things around your neck now?"

"Yes. That's why I hate certain shirts. The collar feels like I'm being suffocated. That's also the reason I dislike choking when we do it."

Your love simply nods, taking mental notes.

"Do you still feel...depressed?" she muttered

"No my love. For the first time in a long time. I'm happy, actually happy. My mind is whole, you and the girls bring me unimaginable joy. I feel loved by you and can give the girls the mother figure I never got."

You smile, but then replayed the last sentence in your head.

"Oh shit, that kinda came out wrong. I'm not saying your a bad mother, I-"

"It's alright draga mea, I know exactly what you mean."

You look up and she smiles down at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. You smile back and enjoy the feeling of her being close to you.

"I'm glad you stumbled into my home." she muttered

"I am too." you whisper back before planting a kiss on her lips.

You both sit in silence for the rest of the night, content with each other company. 

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