My Life Full of Pain

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

……Kile.......Looking at him..... It can't be possible... Kile.... This can't be the person that saved me when I was a kid. It can't be. I can't sense anything from his mind... Unless Jeb somehow blocked him memory from me because Kile has no sort of power mentally or physicaly (elemental) besides his strength. 

Jeb is a strange character in all of this, he can do so much more compared to me, he's a god. Or more like a devil... He is no person you would ever want to get in contact with. If you ever see a man with blondish brown hair and light, pale, icy blue eyes that look oh so friendly, who looks about 30 and is well dressed that looks absolutely rich who can make your life perfect in every possible way, run away as fast you can... It'll save your life. That's the mistake I made. I was such a stupid little girl, I trusted him so easily, and I regret it...

Like I said, Jeb can't die... Well no one has ever tried except for me... Maybe he can die but I'm not strong enough. He can't read minds or get a sense of someone coming or even hear like I can... He has amazing strength, both physical and elemental. He has connections with the police force anyone he can manipulate with money or brute force. That would explain his escape from jail multiple times and for the so called "false accusations" for the rape. Jeb I guess you can say is the ultimate villain... He's murdered innocent people in front of me... Raped me every day of my life since I've known him and tortured me in more ways than just rape. My past hasn't been great... Or even remotely good.... But I hate to dwell on the past but this idiot kneeling in front of me makes thing really hard.

Naturally I would reply back with a witty, sarcastic remark…. But now I'm scared out of my mind. I can't read his mind and that's what I rely on. I need to know... Was he the one that saved me and if he did why would he come back and go against me when he knows who I am. It's not like he only met me just today with Jeb... He's been working with Jeb for years!

Even then asking him about this would make me look weak... And I can't afford that. A witty or sarcastic remark would be the best approach, but looking at him right now, I get pulled back into the past the night he saved my life…

I was only six but I was fully aware of what happened to my parents. My parents had both died. I had no sisters or brothers and my parents family were always far away, never wanting to be with us. I didn't care, I liked being the only child. 

We were walking around the city taking a tour of all the new sites after eating dinner. I knew my parents were hiding something but to think what they were hiding would cause their death, was shocking to say the least.

I soon found out there were these men that wanted a lot of people dead. I still don't know why, besides the suspects are probably dead now. But apparently my parents knew the people they wanted dead and decided their responsibility was to protect these people. They were such fools. Why would they go to extreme lengths to protect these people with their lives? They knew they were going to die so why protect them? It was a lost cause. You’re supposed to protect no one but yourself because in the end the ones you protected will come back and bite you in the ass without a second thought. Why fight for someone else? It makes no sense.

While my parents and I were walking downtown near some shops and food stores, my parents stopped walking to look around and were talking in hushed tones. It wasn’t that obvious to me at the time, I thought it was normal that my parents were standing around talking while I ran around the streets like a freaking idiot, I mean that's what normal kids do, right? I saw this toy store and I decided to go see inside. I looked back to where my parents were and I decided they weren't that far from the toy store and I'll be fast so there's no problem.

While I was in the toy store I saw a lot of amazing bunny rabbits and bears that looked so soft. But I saw this HUGE bear that was black with a pretty purple and blue shirt that said, "I Love You." The bear was so cute I ran up to it. I touched it and felt its soft fur run through my fingers. I ran out to my parents telling them I wanted this bear. My mom looked at me, her expression laced with concern. I couldn't understand why though.

"Stay here, Karin." My mom instructed. I didn't want to stay there, I wanted to go see the bear and hug it, the soft fur felt reassuring.

I ran back in the store. I picked up the bear and hugged it. I sat in one of the small chairs at the back of the store. I stroked the bear warmly and lovingly. I heard footsteps approaching me and that's when I saw him, the boy with a black baseball cap, red shirt and blue shorts with green eyes and black hair. I just thought he looked friendly and nice. He looked older than me like he was in grade five or something. I looked over at him. He just stared at me intently. I didn't care, I had my bear and that's all that mattered. 

That's until I heard shouting coming from outside. I ran outside to see my mom on the floor and several other guys in black surrounding her and my dad.

My dad.... He had a knife and was trying to stab one of the guys. I suddenly felt scarred of my dad. Instead I ran to my mom and saw blood coming from her chest. It was so loud I couldn't hear anything I just wanted to help my mom. My dad ran to me and told me to run away fast. I didn't listen. 

That's when a man in black took hold of my by grabbing by my waist, single handed and started to jog away. I screamed for my mom to help as I watched my dad being helplessly get shoved to the floor by another person. The man carrying me slowed to a walk feeling there was no threat. I continued to scream helplessly when he kept telling me to shut up. I learned not to trust strangers and to always keep yelling. I kept yelling, up until he let me go to stand on the floor. I stood there confused. I should have ran away but I failed to do so, scarred of why he was just going to let me go. Before I realized what happened he took his knife and slit my wrist. It was excruciating pain and I screamed out. 

"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT!" He yelled. I immediately stopped crying and stared at him, afraid. He picked me back up with two hands, while I struggled, and continued walking. What we both didn't realize at the time was that he dropped his knife while he was trying to pick me up and get me to shut up. I stayed quiet trying to calm down. I remembered how my mom was laying on the floor. Is she alright?

All of a sudden the man drops me and yells out in pain. I get off my bum and turn to see what happened. The man was crumpled on the floor with blood gushing from the back of his head and his knife stuck in his head as well. It was horrifying to look at. 

When I looked up, I was hoping to see my mom had done the damage. Instead I found a shadow of someone with a black hat and an evil look in their eyes....

"Fuck!!" I screamed out, returning back to present time. I was just punched in the face.... hard and my cheek was throbbing with pain. Looking around, I see I’m still sitting on the floor against the wall with a pissed off Kile kneeling in front of me. Obviously he's the culprit for punching me. All my questions vanished. I radiated anger toward Kile.... And myself.

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-KarinKunoichi