Shatter You. ~ A Shatter Me AU ~

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Trapped.

That is what I am.

I am trapped.

I want to scratch through these walls, use my advanced strength to get out of this place - but I can't. They drug me. Deactivate my powers and leave me defenceless.

I'd like to think that if I still had my powers and, if they weren't being forced to hold themselves in from the drugs they've had me take, would I have killed these guards?

Would I have broken out?

Would I have fought back, against the men.

The truth is, I don't know. I want to scare the guards, not hurt them, at the end of the day, they're just doing their job - they do it to feed their families, their children and wives. I get it.
But that doesn't mean I agree with it.

You have two options in this world, you choose which option you will live with and by.

𝒪𝓅𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒪𝓃ℯ：
Become a kind person, a man or woman someone would be excited to be around, to have a bond with. Generous and sweet, kind and lively.

𝒪𝓅𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒯𝓌ℴ：
Become sly and cruel, choose to be selfish and not at all loving.

Sure, you can be somewhere in between, that's fine. It's just that we all HAVE to make the choice of Option One and Option Two.

Are you going to be nice, or not. It's as simple as that.

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For the time I've been here, it's rare that this place gets a break from the blood curling screams. The tortured cries for help - the cries and screams that I volume when they come to torture me every other day at 10:30pm.

From what I've gathered, it seems that most of the inmates here have their torture time once every two weeks - I don't see how that's fair at all.
Not that I want them to be hurt, it's just that it makes me feel like I am worth so little. Like I have no purpose. No reasoning.

That's when the picture of me, Emma, Aaron, Nazeera and Haider, seconds before that van turned up and my parents broke three of my ribs when they launched me into the back of the van.

I was never taken to a hospital for my injury's, so I had to wait for them to heal on their own.

I still sometimes get sharp shooting pains in my ribs, surely there is something wrong with them, but no one will ever look at them, let alone treat them.

I don't have the energy to say anything when the guards come into my cell and tortures me. I never have energy, I can hardly stand up. Most of the time I sit in the corner, curled up into a ball. I sleep whole days and nights. I know I'm not well. I know my mind is fucked up. I know I'm practically insane. I know that I am traumatised and broken.

There is hope though - inside, I still have a sense of hope. Hope that Emma and Aaron will come for me. Come and rescue me.
Though, Emma is a mommy and daddy suck up. So if they demand she not try and find me, she's going to find it almost impossible to disobey them.

Thinking about Emmaline's relationship with Mom and Dad, if sometimes makes me livid. Why don't they love me like they do her? What makes me so insignificant?

There are only a maximum of four people who I feel truly loved me throughout my whole life;

Emmaline,
Aaron,
Nazeera,
And maybe Haider.

At least I've got them. They're all my everything. My lifeline's.

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I am sat besides my mothers bed, watching her as she sits there, staring at nothing. I hate the fact that my father caused this. I know he did. I don't have proof, but he did this. It makes me so mad. Though, I haven't lost hope regarding my mother. I believe she can get better. She has to.

"Mom." I say, I know she can hear me, she can understand me - but she can't answer.
"Mom, I'm going to make sure you're alright, I'll get you better."

Her mouth twitches as she attempts to smile.

"I know you can understand me Mom." I smile "I'm going to save you and Ella."

That's when my pager goes off, I am late for a meeting. Shoot.

I panic. "Mom I have to go, I'm late for a meeting. I love you."

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When I walk into the meeting room, I see my father, Deleaui, Nazeera and Haider's father, Evie Sommers and Maximilian Sommer, then, there's Emmaline, Nazeera's and Haider.

"Aaron, you're late." My father crosses his arms.

I nod. "Right, yeah... sorry."

"Please don't tell me you were with your mother again." He puts his hand to his forehead.

I don't respond because that IS where I was.

"Aaron, when will you give this up, she's as good as dead. Stop caring." He rolls his eyes.

I take a seat, not responding to my father because I know there's no point.

This meeting is going to be long and boring, while, over all, pointless.

I just have to sit through this, then my plans can commence.