Chapter 5
(Nya POV)
I'm in my room at Marco's just sitting there. Staring through the bars on the window. I hear someone banging on the door. I jump and turn around, the door's gone.
I'M TRAPPED!
"NO NO NO NO!" I scream banging on the spot where it should be.
Then I hear a voice in my head, it's Marco. "Get up, come on. Please stop it Nya."
Some invisible force wraps itself around me. I scream louder and I fight it, but I'm not strong enough, I stop, ready to give up and stand there leaning almost lifeless up against the invisible force. Waiting for it to end me and snap my neck or choke me to death.
Then I'm hit in the face with a lightning bolt that only turns out to be Marco's hand.
I'm still in bed. Marco is sitting behind. Well actually... I'm sitting in his lap leaned up against him ,the invisble force,Yeah right. I should've remembered there's no window in here. Boy these dreams sure are getting to me.
"Your awake." He says, looking down at his hands, intertwining them. I sit, waiting for him to lash out at me. I notice he's unusually pale.
"You were having a nightmare." He mumbles, obviously not knowing how to deal with this sort of situation.
It's probably because he's not trying to kill me. Then agai
"Time to get up." He mutters getting up and to leave in awkward silence.
"Wait." I say.
He turns and expectantly.
"Thanks, for, waking me up."
"Um, your welcome." He says unsure.
He runs his hand through the back of his hair thinking, then turns, quickly leaving.
I flop backwards on my bed. The memories of my most recent dreams float back to me. My cheat aches.
Maybe their right... Maybe I am worthless? Maybe? I sigh. Who am I kidding, my parents are probably dead or close to it messed up on drugs. I'm an orphan. I'm hated by practically everybody in the universe.
Yet, I keep on surviving everyday. Even though I've got nothing to live for. Why? Why keep on trying when I've got nothing to live for.
Don't.
This idea has never really appealed to me before, but.
Why keep on going when you have no reason to. I mean, what have I got to lose.
Nothing. That's what. Absolutely. Nothing. Maybe I should just give up on life. I won't though. It's not in my blood just to give up and let everyone else win. Or at least, I hope I won't.
Because... That little idea, it's size is catastrophic.
(Marco POV)
I sit in complete silence. Thinking about what my sons told me this morning before they left. The words they say she screamed in her sleep.
I reach for my phone, finally deciding to call the case worker to see if he can tell me anything about her.
"Hello." He says.
"Uh, yes. I was wondering if I could get some information on Nya."
"That you Marco?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"Well hold on a sec, let me look for her file." There's some rustling of paper and the sound of drawers opening. "Here we go, well I can't tell you much do to you know privacy and all that.."
"What can you tell me."
"Well lets see. No, no, no, no. Err. Well it's all... something. I can tell you she's been in the system since she was almost three. Never even came close to finding a permanent home. Which gave her plenty of time to build her reputation she has. Closed her self off to the world. Even beat up a young guy when she was eight. Poor guy, deserved it though.
"It says at times she used to go on rages for days, even weeks when she was younger. That stopped at nine. She just kept to herself after that. Quiet, calm good grades. On occasion, she would go back to her old anger habits and go missing for a few days and come back with a few bruises."
"Emotionally, how far has anyone gotten with her."
"Nowhere, absoluteley nowhere. It even says she never cries. Ever. Well actually there was one foster parent that broke her. Temporarily, though. It was the guy she beat up. I have a report right here, she stated. "He was nice at first. Then he hurt me. He said he wouldn't."
"How exactly did he... um... hurt her."
"Emotionally I guess. She didn't have any new bruises."
"What do you mean new bruises."
"Look the kid's had it hard that's why she's so angry at the world. We tried to help, but she wouldn't let us in. We just got tired of waiting for her to brake. Just, do your job okay." He said and I could hear guilt and regret in his voice. Then he hung up on me
I lean back and sigh. This changes much more than it should for me.
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Diversos"Here girl,here Nya." Marco says He makes kissing noises, as if she were a dog. Nya shivers. He really is as bad as they say. Nya set her shoulders and prepared to face her newest tormentor. NOTICE : This story is under serious editing and plot rev...
