Life at M.A.M.P, Lord have Mercy

Chapter Twenty: Luna, Aramis.....The Past

Hey guys! I'm sorry to say, but right now I'm doing rehearsals for a musical, so I may have to update slower, but I promise I will try to update as fast as I can for all of you guys who like this story! With some help from friends (DeathTheSoulStar and Digipop) I realized that I've sorta neglected Luna since I put her in, and I feel kind of bad for that. So, here you go!

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~Poland
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Aramis P.O.V

I don't know what I was thinking, but I just ran...I had to get out of there, I had to clear my head and make sure I was thinking straight. I couldn't stay there.

So I sprinted down the halls, my cloak materializing around me as my eyes stung with tears. My vision blurred as I sprinted past happy couples, envying their happiness. Of course I couldn't have that, I would never be able to have that.

After another five minutes of blind running, I ended up at a spiral staircase. I didn't care where I ended up, so I ran up the steps at a blinding speed. No more... NO MORE!!

I ended up on the roof of the botany tower. Wind whipping my face, a slight chill settling over me. As I took a deep breath, I could smell lavender and vanilla. It's funny, normally that would calm me down, but it only made me feel worse.

I sat down, wrapping my arms around my waist as I thought about my past...how much of a bad omen I was.

FLASHBACK TIME

"Hey! My names Aramis! Do you want to play?!" The young boy shouted and waved at a group of teens, most of them couples.

"Pfft, get lost shrimp." A larger boy shoved the prince to the ground, causing him to scrape his elbow, and tear up.

"Oh, Darren don't be so mean." A girl with long blue hair went and picked up the child, putting him on her shoulders. She ran around with the boy squealing with laughter. Before things took a turn for the worse.

"Tarra look out!" Several members of the group shouted, causing the girl to stop, right in the path of a cart, who's driver had been pass out drunk.

The teen managed to toss the prince to the side, before taking the cart full on. The driver had woken up then, but just sped off, faster than before.

Darren ran past the prince, rushing to his girlfriend's side.

"Get out of here." He growled, tears coming to his eyes.

"I-If you let me take her to the palace, maybe I could~."

"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!" He yelled, shards of glass flying at the child, who scampered off.

END FLASHBACK

I could feel the tears streaming down. Tarra was in a coma, and I was at fault. I visited her when I could, brought her childish things, like dandelions and toys like bears and plushies. Darren only showed up once, on their one year anniversary. He didn't know I was there, and he broke up with her. How could you leave someone who couldn't ask you to stay? When I was about 13, five years after the incident. Darren had tried to kill me. Saying I ruined his life. I went out to talk to him, and tried to tell him it wasn't my fault. But...he wouldn't listen.

And he was right

I was the reason why Tarra was in a coma. For the last ten years, she's been in the palace hospital wing, the best doctors in Illusia working to get her conscious again. And it was all my fault.