Insanity

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I stare blankly at the older women I used to call my mom. How could this be? She died. With my father...with my sisters.

I inhale deeply, closing my eyes, to afraid that my mind is playing tricks on me as usual.

"Yes Persia it's me!" She says coldly a look of disgust set onto her face. I look away trying to piece everything together.

My mouth is wide open as if I'm gonna say something, but I can't find the words to describe the confusion I'm feeling.

"TALK!" She scolds at my confused figure that lies on a loveseat that is a few feet away from herself.

"I-i don't know what to say." I stutter in response. Not believing my eyes.

A flash of anger fills my mom's eyes. She runs over to me quickly. Her hand drawls back quickly swinging forward leaving a harsh "SMACK!" Sound to be heard.

I immediately grab my face dumbfounded by my "mothers" actions.

"Were's your father you little brat?" She says in an all to calm voice.

Okay now I'm really confused?

I look into my moms' eyes. Saddening at the memory of how they used to be filled with happyness and content, but now their filled with anger and hatred.

"I have no idea what your talking about. I've been here locked up not knowing why. I thought you were dead. How are you even here?" I look into her eyes scared of her reaction. The color of her blue orbs turn red with a fury fire. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again. I know your father is here. Why else would you still be alive?" She points a finger into my face accusingly.

The more I think about it the more I start to wonder. How did I get here? Why haven't they hurt me? Most importantly why was my mother asking were my father was if he was dead? It just doesn't make any sense.

"I have no idea were father is. I'm not lying to you I've been stuck in that room for God knows how long, and you come accusing me of knowing were my 'dead' father is." I look at her anger starting to crawl it's way into my blood stream.

She looks at me a bit taken aback.

Her confused face turns to one of those that can only be described as a creepy smile?

"Fine. Maybe you don't know we're he is, but now...your the bate. He would never leave his prized pupil in the arms of danger." She gives a low dark chuckle. My body shivers at her evil smile.

"Please. Please tell me where I am? I-i want out please. I don't know where dad is mom. Please?" I beg tears threatening to fall.

Anger is prominent on her face. She runs over to me quickly, gripping the chair. Her knuckles start to turn white as she sneers coldly in my face.

"You are NOT my daughter!" She spits in my face. Eyes turning a shade of black. Her breath hitting my face. I can practically feel the hatred soaking into my skin.

I look at her confused. "What do you mean?...Then who are you?" The fear is suddenly gone, and all I feel is pure confusion.

"Your a weapon. Used to protect us...your "family", but you killed your sisters..." she gets lost in her thoughts before she starts shaking her head lightly, and immediately starts screaming. "I HATE YOU! YOU KILLED THEM! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, AND YOUR WORTHLESS NO GOOD FATHER!"

How dare she talk about my father like that all he ever wanted to do was provide, and protect.

A dark film clouds my eyes. All I see is shadows, and darkness, as my anger can no longer be contained. I lunge forward towards her. I straddle her unusually thin  body punching her repeatedly. An unknown force is keeping me from killing her right here right now.

My arms are held behind my back, but for some odd reason the presence of the person, and the warmth calms me. I turn around quickly the black seeming to fade away slowly but surely.

I'm met with the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. I physically gasp at the sight of the man.

As I'm drawn back into reality or this unreal nightmare. I can see the all to innocent looking man holding a gun. But the gun is pointed to my head? His hands shake finger so close to the trigger.

The man speaks up shakily. "Do-dont come any-any closer. I-ill shoot, and we all know you need her." I look at the man dumbfounded as he starts to scramble away towards the door, his thin arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

'I could easily take this guy' I think to myself, but I won't. I'm to curious to know as to who he is and we're he's taking me.

My mother looks at me blood gushing out of her crooked nose. She looks back to the man that holds me captive.

"Fine."

Is all hear once I'm out of the room with the man still locked around my throat.

He let's go of me pacing around quickly. He looks both ways to see no one coming either way. He looks at me with an uneasiness. He pulls out another gun from his jacket handing it to me without hesitation. "Here take this. We have to get out of here. Your father is to be expecting you soon."

Wait my father? Now I'm officially confused what is happening. I take the gun into my hands latching my finger around the trigger. Looking back to the man that is now running down the left hall, trying to find his way out of this maze.

My thoughts are clouded. I run after the man. Just running. I can feel my heart beat. Just running. The feel of my feet buz. Just running. The sirens start to go off. Just running. We run so far and so long. Just running. The only thought is running far, and fast. Just as my father had told me.

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