How it all started

Chapter 1

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Lenna
'you deserved it you little bitch, try me again and instead of just a broken nose it will be a lot worse' I screamed at the girl laying in front of me. She was so weak and looked so scared. I loved it. Blood was flushing from her nose and her eye was already turning black.
All the anger that I held against her came out at ones. Not something I normally do, but she crossed a line and now it was her time to feel.

People never saw me as a weak person, I wouldn't let them. From a very young age that was all what I was told. Never show weakness, don't let your guard down, trust nobody only yourself and so on. My parents didn't just call me Lenna without a reason. My name meant lions strength, and that was what I was showing.

'W-why' she asked trying to hold back her ongoing sobs and cries. I loved the sound of her pain. Some may call me cruel, and they are right.
'You really still need me to explain?' I asked looking at Mia, the 'popular' girl that everyone liked. Except me
Her body was shaking, the blood that had been flowing from her nose started to dry. Her little nod made me laugh.
'Okay I will then, and I will only tell you once because I don't like repeating myself. You are a piece of shit. You always try to get others down to feel better about yourself, but you know what you made a mistake. You're messing with the wrong person here.' I said in a calm emotionless voice. My cold eyes looked down at her meeting her scared eyes.
'Now stop crying like the little bitch you are and get out of here.' I said in my monotone voice.
She stood up, quickly adjusting her clothes and she started running away.

I felt good to finally hit her. I've been waiting to feel her nose crack under the power of my fist. She might have annoyed me for all long time now but what she did today made me do it. Do not ever call me a bitch, slut or whore and you will be fine, however if you do you might as well go walking in an open field with an iron umbrella while the lighting is so loud that you can hear it from over 300km. I was actually being quite generous to her.

Walking home slowly I thought about my brother. My brother disappeared when I was 4 he was 14 already. It would be his 26th birthday today. Maybe that is why I was so short-tempered today. Although I didn't want to admit it I always wondered what happened to my brother.
My parents were just like me. They did never show any emotion but anger. All other emotions made you weak and weaknesses made you imperfect. I never saw my mom cry. Only once, the day my brother did not come home from school. The atmosphere in my house was awful. Both of my parents were tensed and I for sure saw little flicks of fear in their eyes.

I was only four, nevertheless I knew. I knew that whatever my parents were keep a secret for me was bout my brother. They knew what happened to my brother.

Four years ago I started training, my mom hated the idea but my dad thought it was a good idea. I would be able to defense myself in situations I might not want to be in. I never actually used the skills I learned for defending my self. Only for attacks. I was extremely good at hitting people. And I liked it.

When I entered my house, I could already feel the tension in the air. Guess I was not going to piss of my parents today. 'Mom, Dad, I'm home' I screamed from the living room. I always did, to let my parents know that I didn't disappear too.
My moms high-pitched voice echoed through our living room. 'Hey darling'. I hated when she called me darling but today I decided that it would be better to not create a scene.

I climbed up the white stairs in the hallway towards my room. I opened my door that was different from the other ones in the hall. Mine was the only one that held a small board with my name on it. It had been there since I was born. My brother used to have one too but of course his said Zale which meant sea strength. But my mom decided to remove it because she couldn't handle walking past it every day. You can say that that is pretty weak for a person who never showed weakness.

I looked at the picture inside my necklace. The only picture I have from my brother. We looked very much alike. Both of us had blue eyes and black hair. His eyes looked exactly like mine. It was like looking in the mirror. I closed my necklace and placed it next to my bed.

I shrugged off my shoes and put on my sport clothes. Running from the stairs I yelled a quick goodbye to my mom and with that I left the house.

My music was so loud that I couldn't think. The music taking over my thoughts, that's something I always did when I was thinking to much. The words of the song were all I heard. It was getting dark already but I kept running I needed it.
After running for over an hour I finally started feeling better again. I was in the park nearby my house when it started raining. I hated rain. I groaned and tried to think of the quickest way to get home.

I decided to take a shortcut through some small streets. These streets were mine. Nobody was ever there. I increased my pace so I would be home before the storm. My music still as loud.
Remind me to never wear my earphones again if I turn my music on so loud.

A strong arm pulled me in an alley, and pinned me against the wall. I tried to struggle against the wall of muscle that was in front of me, but I didn't stand a chance. When I looked up and watch the person who just pinned me to this wall. I was shocked. Those blue eyes, I saw them before.