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Little Me and Terrible Memories

Telula's POV

      The little girl in the picture? Oh yeah, that's me. Back when everything started to change... I was only 6. I had never been one to love girly clothes. I wore beanies and plain t-shirts, jeans or shorts. I just felt myself that way. But I felt like a girl and I was perfectly happy with that...                                            

      I haven't been perfectly happy with anything in years... It was a happy day at that time. There was nothing to worry about. I had a loving mother and my father would be back from the army in a month or so. Boy, was I wrong. The day turned around in a flash. I could just as much say this was the worst day of my entire life. I remember that day clearly because it was the day they had taken my mother... 

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      *Flashback*

  I was happily playing with some new toys my mother had bought me until I heard violent knocks at the door.  My mom ran and opened the door, only to be pinned to the floor and repeatedly punched. That's when I ran and hid under the bed. Tears stung my eyes as I watched my hero, my mother, get beaten up by some crazy men.

The Keblin United.
        
      "Where are they woman, give them to me! We know you're the one who's been....." I didn't hear the rest of what the crazy man had been saying, I was only focusing the worried eyes of my mother who was just as scared and confused as I was.
      "No!" I cried, "Stop! She didn't do anything! You're being big bullies!" I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks violently.
       Then, they had her at gunpoint. 

I was about to see my own mother get killed...

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      I stopped my flashback right there, not wanting to go into detail. I hadn't noticed that I'd been crying nor that Dylan was next to me waiting for me to notice him.

       "Lu," he purred, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and holding me close, "I know you're thinking about what happened but you know I don't like seeing you like this..."

       He held my hand and I looked into my boyfriend's eyes, nodding in response. Dylan was my boyfriend ever since I was 14, he held me when I cried after every foster home and had been there for me every time. He was also the only one besides me who knew what had happened to my parents. 

      We just sat there, warm in each other's embrace as tears sparkled in my eyes before slipping down. Everyone says crying makes you weak. They don't know what I've been through...  No one understands.  Not even Dylan could understand, he's never gone through this. He may comfort me, but he never dares to make his petty problems seem more tragic than mine. 

       You might be a little confused. Well, let me lighten up some things for you. I'm technically an orphan. My father was murdered in a war against an evil group of mass murderers named the Keblin United. Stupid name if you ask me. And my mother... Well... You could say she was also taken from me by them... I recently ran away from the orphanage I lived in because it was honestly crap.... You might think I'm one of those girls who runs away to live with their boyfriend but no, he has his own apartment and I live on the streets in a small shed I created when so was 10 at Wollson Street between Ava Elle Elementary and Jordon Cooper Public Library.

 Of course, Dylan had asked me countless times to come to his place to rest comfortably but I like it in my shed. It brings back nice memories and it's where I had my first kiss... 

      Off the topic, I was an outcast in school and still am. It's why my life was tougher than it already was meant to be. I had been bullied for my name which I hate with all my fucking being. But I love it when Dylan calls me Lu or Button. But before anything, I have to tell you my story. But I will tell you one thing. I'm out of the orphanage for one reason and one reason only, to beat the shit out of the assholes who killed my parents.

Deadpool style.