The Hidden

15

It was her all along....
It was love that got me here
And love will take me away
-Unknown-

"Mama? Mama no!" I cried. "Mama please don't leave me, I'll behave I promise." I heard people screaming and crying for help. Our building was being ran through, I could see others trying to escape the wrath of Zenaku.

"ROUND UP! ROUND UP! You all can try to hide but Ashanti will have you. ALL OF YOU!" Announced the soldier. They all wore red and black, big boots too. But the uniforms weren't the scary part. They all were branded. A permanent scar cut into the side of their faces.

"Dad? Papa where are you going?! Please stay" I pleaded

My father sat down on the wet pavement next to me. We sat close against the side of the building, a piece of cardboard shielding us. "It's okay Nemo" he said with a sad smile. He longingly stared a mamas retreating figure. He wanted to be there with her but she made him stay.

She was a breed of things, none of them human. Mama was powerful but never liked using her gifts for violence. I rarely saw her use them in fact. Besides teaching me to fly.
Papa was Kistonian and his powers were useless against these soldiers who had equipment to put a barrier on the usage of Kistonian power.

I wish I could apologize to them both for telling them not to call me Nemo. For causing them pain a being a disgrace. They had no neighborhood friends because of me.

"Ángel. You are a very gifted boy and people will fear you because of your unique gifts. So you need to be careful okay?" He said.

He started mumbling a prayer before he kissed my forehead. "Dad?" I sobbed.

I saw the men drawing in on my mom. Tears spilled over my eyes as I watched them point their loaded guns at her.

Dad saw what I was looking at. "Stay here and don't come out."

I jumped out of my sleep, my body covered in sweat and my wings spread and displayed. After catching my breath I quickly put them away. "Calm down" I told myself as I was hyperventilating and fuming with anger.

I tried counting

1.....2.....3.....4.....5...

I went for the pills I kept in my bedside drawer. Anything to calm me down. Fuck counting, it doesn't help! I scavenged through the drawers on both sides of my bed for them. When I couldn't find it there I went to the bathroom cabinet to look. A sigh of relief filled me as I spotted the bottle.
"Fuck..." I laughed out. Looking at the mess I had caused. I'll clean it later when my heart isn't trying to jump out of my chest.
I picked up the bottle, the contents in it moving too. I was so glad to have bottles here and in my car. As I twisted the cap the clacking noise came about. I was glad to hear that sound.

"Yes" I said as I set the cap down on the sink and filled up a glass of water. Only thing in my way now was the ball of cotton. I quickly pulled it out.

"What the fuck?!" I clinched my fist to my sides tightly. How are they almost fucking gone! I haven't been here!

I looked up, my reflection staring back at me. Did I do this? Maybe I—...maybe... maybe the bottles were mixed up. Right?

You got a refill before you left.

Right. And I didn't have time to take it out of its bag so I threw it in here.

Maybe Zara fixed it...

She shouldn't have a key to your room, even if you gave her one she knows not to come in here.