Shattered H.S

T H R E E

I'm meaner than my demons...

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M A R C I E

"Can you tell me what this is Marcie?" The blonde woman said, holding up a picture of a cat.

Do they think I'm that stupid?

I don't respond and just move to lie on my bed. Doctor Andrews has set me up with schooling for two hours a day, five times a week.

Mary and Jonathan told him I never went to any school and when I joined school I was fourteen and didn't know how to write very much compared to others.

My real parents would forget to sign me up to go to school and I asked if I could go for my seventh birthday. They didn't sign me up until halfway through the school year. I was taught by special teachers how to read and write and eventually I became obsessed with reading. I can't do advanced maths or much else but I can do most of the basics.

Even though I never went to high school, doesn't mean I'm dumb.

"What about this Marcie?" I roll over and face the wall, not wanting to talk to the teacher anymore.

I hear her sigh, "You're going to have to talk sometime Marcie."

I don't want to talk to anybody.

"How about I give you the homework and we call that it for today." She suggests. I don't move and I hear her moving around. "I'll see you tomorrow Marcie." I hear her walk out of the room and shut the door behind her.

I decide to try and get some sleep so I shut my eyes and sleep overcame me.

"I told you already Alison, if we put her up for adoption she'll open her mouth, and that we'll lead to the police and we can't let Austin down. She's ten years old and stupid." I heard my father say.

"I know Ryan, I just think she deserves better parents." Mum says back to him. They've been talking in the kitchen for hours, they're not yelling or kissing so it's a little strange.

"That little bitch doesn't deserve anything for all the stress she's caused us."  Dad snaps at mum.

"She was an accident I couldn't control anything!" Mum says back.

I decide to walk into the kitchen since I don't have a blanket and I'm freezing. "Mummy, can you get me a blanket?" I ask.

"Get one yourself." She glares at me.

"But I can't reach the top shelf and I'm cold."  I start to tear up.

Dad clenches his fists and walks over to me. "What did I tell you about answering back?" I don't reply.

"Now you're ignoring me? You disrespectful, little bitch!  I'm going to teach you some manners." He grabs me by the ear and pulls me out of the kitchen.

"Please Daddy, I just wanted a blanket. Don't make me go into the basement I'm sorry!" He opens the door of our small apartment and starts dragging me along the corridors. I scream as he takes me down to my most hated place. "Daddy I'm sorry!"

"Sorry won't cut it. You need to learn your manners!" He grits. He opens the basement door and chucks me inside. "You can stay in here until you've learnt to be kind to your parents."

"Daddy please!" I run towards the door but he slams it shut. I bang my fists and scream, "I didn't mean it please let me out!" I beg.

Tears flood my eyes and I fall to the ground . I tuck my legs into my chest and cry even more. The basement is so dark, I can hear rats scurrying on the floor and drops coming from a leaking pipe.

I flinch when I hear a loud bang go off. I should be used to it by now but I'm not. Gunshots shouldn't faze me, they go off all the time in this place but I can never get used to the loud sound, ending somebody else's life.

My father told me that people use guns to protect themselves all the time and he says he'll teach me to use one when I'm older. I don't know if I want to learn but Daddy will punish me if I don't.

I lay down on the cold, hard ground. I try to sleep but am too afraid that something will happen to me while I'm unconscious. So I just lay there, with nothing but the darkness to keep me company.

I shoot up from my bed and realise I was crying in my sleep. "Gun." I whisper. "Gun. Gun. Gun."

"Hey Marcie how are you today?" Doctor Andrews walks into the room.

"Gun." I whisper.

"What did you say?" He questions.

"Daddy said: Guns will protect you Marcie baby, guns will keep you safe." I mumble.

"You remember that?" His eyebrows raise.

"Gun."

"What else did your father say Marcie?" He continues.

"Gun. I want my gun."

"We can't give you that Marcie." I look up at him and see him writing on his clipboard.

"Give me my gun!" I yell and he stops writing and looks up at me.

"I'll get you a gun..." He stands from his chair and leaves the room. I wait and stare at the door and he comes back holding a blue, plastic water pistol. "I can't get you a real one but this is the best I could find."

I hold it in my hand and, even though it was plastic, I felt safe again. I needed to protect myself and follow my father's rules. "Does the gun keep you safe Marcie?" I nod and he writes something down.

I lay back down again and hold the gun to my chest. "Well I have to say Marcie, we have strangely made some progress." I look at him and wonder how we made any progress at all. "I'm assuming you've been taking your medication?" I nod. "And you've been okay with your schooling?" I nod again. "Great. Now, tomorrow I will be introducing you to a friend of mine." I tense up, not wanting to meet somebody else who will look at me like I'm insane like everybody else does. Even though I am.

"He's my new assistant and will be with me for a while. I'm sure you will like him." He sighs and stands up to leave the room but before he can leave I sit up.

"Doctor Andrews,"

"Yes?"

"Thank you." I whisper and he nods his head, a half smile on his lips.

I lay back down and pull the gun to my chest, my father's words haunting me.

'The gun will protect you Marcie. You must kill all the bad people.'

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Okay so basically, the whole gun thing actually has a lot to do with Marcie's childhood and the plot line so yeah. This is kind of an important chapter.

Marcie's past won't actually be revealed for quite sometime and I know so far Harry and Marcie haven't actually met but this book needs a lot of patience and they'll be meeting very, very soon.

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-Chloe xx

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