Your's truly (Levi X OC)

Disguised

"For you and Levi's protection you signed your name in print, but your young, easily persuaded mind didn't think to proofread the contract."
      He states the obvious,
    I remember that night like it was a recent nightmare, the day we found Mr.White was the same week Levi's foster mother had died.
      Bumps flare down my arms,

Flashback: 
    Her name was Rachael, she had been a foster mom to Levi, the best, but yet also the worst. She showed us that she truly did care for kids like us.
    
But she also showed us that this world is so ugly, and that there are always two sides to a coin.
    At times she'd flip into the nicest woman imaginable, but on the other side she was the worst person known to man.
   It was the drugs that ruined her,
      
   One day, I came over, as I normally did.
I never knew what to expect when I'd come over,
maybe to see Levi eating his favorite snack, while he watched an old cartoon. At the time his favorite were the Oreos.
      I guess we both kind of liked them.
Oh by the way- I was twelve at the time and Levi was 14.
    I blink, completely lost in memory, anyway, I had walked through his Foster mom's house door, expecting her to be gone, or in her room.
      Instead she-....my throat clogs, this isn't nearly the worst of what I've seen Levi go through.
     But it still hurts to see him hurt.
   
  
       Instead she was on top of him, punching the living life out of my best friend.
I still remember the feeling I felt, the anger, the uncontrollable emotions that washed over all of my rational human thinking.
    In mere moments I had intervened, jumped on her back and tried my best to strangle her.
    The blood thirst that I often get now first started back then, it was the first time I had ever had a genuine crave to watch a human bleed.
     She was my first,
    
    Although my might was great even as a youngling, she outweighed my strength tenthfold.
She flung me off of her like a blood sucking leech, screamed dirty words at me and came in my direction.
My eyes widened in fear, a catastrophe playing in my mind,
One second she was across the living room hurting Levi, the next she was hovering over me.

She had dug her red painted finger nails
into my neck as she strangled me, seething with eyes that were bloodshot.

It was a strange sight, her sky blue eyes in contrast with pink was a scary thing to see. We had known she'd done drugs, she didn't bother hiding the fact.
But I guess she went a little too far this time with the line.
Hey, that rhymed.
-So, there I was, a ten year old kid who nearly peed herself from the amounts of fear accumulating in her little body.

My life would have ended that night had it not have been for Levi.
Clawing, thrashing and screaming with all my might I remember my vision blurring at one point, a thick pressure building in my head.

I felt like it was going to pop off, every nerve in my body flared in warning.
I have a permanent discoloration in one of my eyes from the pressure, it popped a vessel in my right eye and somehow years later turned a tiny corner of my hazel brown eye into a frosty blue color.

She continued to growl in my face, tightening her hold until my mouth gaped, no air able to get in or out.
Goodness the pain, the fear of death.
I can still feel it.

My lungs cried, my body shuddered and jolted, although I couldn't fight anymore I continued to feel.
I stared into her eyes, engraving the image of her drugged out face, up close I could see the specks of crack still sitting on her faint mustache.
It was a surreal feeling tingling down my
spine.
I thought I died when the world went black, thought it was the end of a new beginning.
My mind raced with thoughts of my sister, my old friends from the shelter, my foster dad, Levi.
A dog named Willow, and a cat named Spock.
Two homeless animals that I happened to make friends with.

I knew it was the end.

But I was wrong, at a point I felt a gush of air seep into my lungs, the deepest inhale I will ever take encasing my chest.
The breath alone almost strangled me, I could only inhale.
But as soon as I was able to allow air out, my throat and lungs burned, a roll of coughs filtering out.