seven souls seven sins

chapter 94: masks off

Natasha's pov:

Pouring the remainder of heart and soul out to my biological brothers on a random Monday was highly unexpected, but I couldn't find an ounce left within me to care. After yesterday's god awful shenanigans, they've retreated to their old ways again. Adrien woke me up to make pancakes with him.

In the end I just sat on the stool and let him to all the hard stuff.

When it came to breakfast I couldn't even eat knowing that all my biological brother's eyes were on me. I hated their intense staring, even more so after I told them I was starving myself. Vincent said that he was going to force a tube down my throat to feed me if I didn't eat so I took one bite out of my waffle and flashed him a sarcastic smile.

A pang of dizziness washes over me as I walk towards the canteen.

I should've learned from my past mistakes that not eating for three days would make me sick, but my will to live was at 70% and it was going up every second I stepped foot in this school. Xavier and Xander actually bothered to drive me to school today and walked me to my locker.

They tried to ask me to open up but I wouldn't budge.

I already hated myself enough, I didn't need them to add onto it. I feel a hot stare upon my back as I lean against a nearby locker to stabilise myself. "You good?" Dylan rushes to my side to help me up. "Just peachy." I shrug his hands off of me and continue walking down the hall.

It's only then that I flick a half glance behind me to see all the footballers and cheerleaders behind me too.

For fucks sake. It's as if this day couldn't get anymore worse when the twins alarmingly disband from their group and make their way towards me. With a groan, I try my best to quicken the pace but it only leads me to loosing my breath and needing to rest alongside a pillar whilst I regain my breathing regime.

"Tash you need medical attention." Xavier states and helps me to up my feet.

"I'm fine." I shrug him off of me and toss my empty backpack over one shoulder. "You're not fine, you need a doctor." Xander follows beside me. "Not interested." I wave him off before pushing the double doors in front of me. My eyes dart towards the canteen line and I feel an uneasy presence in the vicinity.

My stomach growled in a need for food.

It'll only be satisfied for a few seconds before I forced the food out of it but that was no biggie. I line up in the queue but that uneasy feeling still lingers all around me. I must be paranoid from yesterday. The whole ordeal of plan 12 came down as a whole bombshell on me. They ignored to me for months and they didn't even catch the fucking mole.

They lost a loyal sister because of it too.

I lost myself on the way. Not being able to recognise myself in a mirror was one of the scariest things imaginable for a 17 year old girl. As the queue gets shorter I feel more stares on me, this time from other people. I haven't been in school for the past few days due to my unhealthy eating habits so I told Vincent that I couldn't go.

He instantly agreed and let me stay at home.

It didn't feel that much different though. Security guards paced up and down the halls during off-duty hours and snipers were situated on top of the roof. Some wouldn't call that a home but I disagree. In the mafia world, some would call that sense of security underwhelming.