Broken (Edited edition)

Snapping Point

I've been sitting in the house for nearly three days, today I'm slowly knocking my head against wall in my bedroom. I start doing song tunes with my head. I sit on the floor, my hands on my knees. Mark has been out all day with Jack, Bob, and Wade. He told me to stay at home, and to not open the door. I don't open the door, I don't leave my room. I locked all the windows, all the doors, everything. My bedroom has become my safe zone. I pull my chapter book out, and start reading a few pages. My new book is about a man, who kills for fun. He has problems showing emotion, so he kills. Mostly men and women his own age, and hangs them in front of their apartment buildings. He smiles a lot in the text, telling the reader how much he hated people. How they were pigs, that they deserved to die by his hands. Nearing the end of the book, he speaks about how his Mother treated him as a child. He figures out the reason he's been killing, it's because of his past. But as I'm about to finish the book, something happens.

There's a knock on the front door.

I sit up, shut my book quietly, and stand. I unlock my door, and creep down the stairs. I walk slowly down the hall to the door, and look in the peephole. It's the detectives again. Mr. Grace and Mr. Duncan. But they weren't alone. Mark and Jack were with them, hands behind their backs." Lyca!" Mark shouted, and I feel myself shake." Don't open the door for anyone." That's what he said before he left, but it's him. I lift up my shaking hand, and stop myself. But then, I force myself to open the door. They stand there, the detectives, Mr. Grace has a smile on his face." May we come in?" He asks, I see him inching his fingers near his gun." Yes, you may." I say, opening the door for them. When Jack passes me, I see the injuries. A cut near the eyes, blood dripping from his forehead, and his arm is held at a weird angle. It's broken. Mark, however, is in worse shape. He has a bad limp, his arm is also broken, blood drips from his nose and head, big bumps are covering his left eye, and he's not breathing right.

Mr. Grace slams them onto the couch, and Mark groans in pain. He scoots closer to Jack, pushing Jack's head onto his lap. He lays his body over Jack's, trying to protect him." What have you done! You Basterd!" I scream, and Mr. Grace takes his gun from it's holster." You wouldn't show me your little 'power', so I'm trying to provoke you." He says, running his hand along the side of the gun." They need to go to a hospital, they're hurt. Let them go, they have nothing to do with this." I say, Mr. Grace comes up in front of me." They have everything to do with this. You refused to show me your power, so I pushed. You still haven't showed me, so I'm gonna push harder. I won't stop pushing until you show me." He says, yanking me closer by the throat. I use my long nails, and scratched him hard in the face. He lets me go, and I back away. I pull out my cell phone, and dial 911. I put it on speaker, but mute their voices so Mr. Grace can't hear them." You think that's gonna stop me, a tiny scratch. I'm here for my job, and I always get the job done."

"So getting the job done is hurting my family?" I ask, terrified for Mark and Jack's lives. I put my phone in my pocket, but keep the microphone facing toward the opening." Exactly, if it will make you show us your little power." He says, and I get down on my knees. Tears are running down my face, and hold my hands together." Please, I'm begging you. Let them go. You don't have to do this, they're innocent. I'll do whatever you want, I'll go with you. Just leave them alone!" I cry at them, and Mark tries to stand." Lyca....no!" He cries, and coughs badly in pain." SHUT UP!" Mr. Grace hits Mark in the side of the head with the butt of his gun, and Mark stops moving." MARK!" I scream, getting up to run over to him." If you move, I will shoot him!" Mr. Grace says, and I start shaking. Everything starts to shake, and I feel numb. My hands turn into fists, and my vision....goes black.

I can't remember anything after that, I remember some echoing screaming and crying. No shots though, just people's voices. My breathing doesn't sound normal, it's quick and hurried. Like I'm running. Then my heart beat starts to dim down, and my breathing becomes normal. My blood rushes through my veins, making me incredibly warm. When I wake up, I'm standing. I'm standing on the streets somewhere. I look up at one of the street signs, and see that I'm in downtown L.A. I feel achy, and I look down at my hands. Long cuts cover my arms, fresh cuts. Blood is dripping down my fingertips. Everything hurts underneath my elbows, and I fall into the wall nearest to me. I yank off my hoodie, and get a good look. The cuts are really deep, and they are oozing blood. I look through my pockets, and find my cell phone. The call with 911 has ended, but it last nearly two hours. I call them again, and they pick up instantly." Hello? Is this that girl again?"

"Yes, I need help. I don't know where I am, well I do it's just I don't how to get to the hospital." I say, and explain to the lady my destination." Okay, I'll send an ambulance to your location. Are you hurt?" I tell her the gashes and cuts on my arms are bleeding a lot. She doesn't speak for a moment, and I hear frantic voices in the background." Okay, we're rushing an ambulance right now. Stay on the line please. Can you tell me your name?"

"Sarah 'Lyca' Fischbach." I say, and I hear her typing it in." Okay, just stay with me okay? I want you to not panic. How old are you?" She asks, and I feel my head start pounding." I'm dizzy." I say into the phone, and I pass out." Hello? Sarah? Sarah!" I hear the woman scream, then the sirens of the ambulance hit my ears." We've got her now, we've got her." I wake up, and see a paramedic holding my neck straight. I grab onto his hand, letting out a short breath, and he smiles at me." Can you hear me?" He asks, and I nod." Don't move your neck to much, we're not sure if you broke it or not." I pull the neck brace off, and sit up." My necks not broken." I say, and feel pain in my forearms." Let's get you in the ambulance then." He says, and helps me up to my feet. I walk carefully, and they have to help me up the steps. They wrap my arms up in bandages as I'm rush to the hospital, and the paramedic starts asking me how this happened.

I explain everything , about how the detectives came to our home, and how they beat up Jack and Mark." Mark, how is he? Do you know?" I ask, and they settle me down." You'll see them when we get to the hospital." The paramedic says, and I take in a few deep breathes." Do you know how you got these?"

"I had a blackout, I have no recollection of how of I got them." I say, and he nods." We were explained that, we were also explained how the detectives threatened to kill your friends." He says, and the truck stops. They want to wheel me out, and I let them. I'm rolled into the ER, and feel pain run down my arms." You need some stitches, badly. You also need some morphine to keep the pain down." The paramedic says, and a doctor comes over to me. She numbs up my arms, and starts to stitch me up." So, I hear you're the brave girl who protected those two guys huh?" The doctor asks, and I nod." Apparently I'm really strong when I'm angry." I say, and the doctor smiles." I've heard that. Like the Hulk." She says, and starts wrapping up my now stitched up wounds. Wiping the blood off my arms." Okay, let's go see those buddies of yours now."

"Are they okay?" I ask, and she nods." Both have a broken arm, the black haired one has a few cracked ribs, doesn't need surgery, and both have bruises and cuts. The black haired one has a concussion, and they both need to be on pain killers." The doctor says, and I nod." No problem, I'll make sure they do." I say, the doctor nods to me. I walk into the hospital room to see the Game Grumps, Bob, Wade, Jack, and Mark in there. Mark and Jack are in the beds, both in casts, both in a lot of pain. I press down hard on my arms, and walk into the rooms." Here we are with Ms. Fischbach." The doctor says, Jack and Mark look up at me." Baby girl." Mark says, smiling slightly. I run over to him, and lay down next to him. I lay down next to him, and hug him gently." I'm sorry." I whisper, and I start crying.

"No sweetie, it wasn't your fault. None of this was your fault. You did all you could do, and I'm proud of you for that." He says, and pats me gently with his good arm. Jack gets out of bed, and I look over at him. I hug him around the neck, and he hugs me back. His right eyes is blackened already, and he's wobbling a bit. He sits down on Mark's bed, and rotates his shoulder." How are you two feeling?"

"Pretty good since we have the tiger here." Jack says, and I blush." I don't remember what I did." I say, and Jack nods." I know that, but hey you saved us. We're very grateful for you Lyca." He says, and Mark nods." What did I do to those guys?" I ask, and Mark looks down." Well, Duncan let you do whatever you wanted to Grace. And, you brought hell to Grace. Broke his leg, broke some ribs, made him bleed a river." Jack says, and Mark nods." Lyca, you're a beast when it comes to fighting. You did stuff I've only seen in movies. I gotta hand it to you, you have the skills to be a protector." He says, and I blush." I only protect true family." I say, and he smiles at me. He kisses my forehead, and we're told we can leave. Everyone says there spending the night, so I order pizza as we drive home." That was great thinking putting 911 on your phone, and putting them on mute so they couldn't be heard." Mark says as Danny drives home.

"I think smart during high stressed times." I say, and he grins. Once we get to the house, we eat some pizza and try to relax. I hold onto my bandaged arms, and press myself into the sofa for a bit. Shut my eyes, and try to relax myself from everything. Feeling my limbs relax, and I fall asleep.