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Broken

I sat there. In a pool of blood. My blood... Their blood.

Tears fell rabidly from my eyes as I looked at what I had done.

Three bodies laid in front of me. Lifeless. Motionless. Dead.

Bones were popped out into different places. There were deep gashes from where I had used the knife on them. I had killed the.

Yet, one was still moving. The brother that broke me. The one that truly made my life hell.

Standing up, I walked over to him. All my anger was coming back to me at once. My anger was gettng the better of me, I was going to kill him if I didn't calm down. Yet, I could care less.

"S-sis... S-stop... P-please..." He whimpered as he crawled away from me.

"Stop?" I asked innocently. "Stop like you did as you stole my innocence? Stop like you did as you beaten me senseless?" I yelled, more tears falling.

Jamie whimpered again as he backed himself into a wall. He knew what I can do now. But it was too late. He should've been a good brother. A person that I could have trusted with my life.

All is too late.

"Sage..." A deep male voice called out.

I stopped. I know that voice.

Turning around, I looked into the wide eyes of Yosha. His dark gray eyes looked at everything. He was judging.

"Yosha..." I whispered as I dropped the knife. I couldn't believe what I had done! I created a mass genocide on my family!!

Guilt crashed down on me like tilde waves. Tears fell quicker and heavier as I cried. They all were tortured and killed by me and me alone... I was a monster!

Yes, they had abused me and made my life worse than hell itself... But they were still my flesh and blood!

"Sage..." He whispered as he kneeled in front of my crying body.

My angel blue eyes met his dark, sinster gray ones. There was something behind them... Something that scared me... Yet, I knew they were going to protect me.

"Why don't you go and get cleaned up?" He suggested, his voice kind and gentle.

All I could do was nod. I didn't have any energy. I truly was useless.

Walking away, I heard my brother beg me to stay, to not leave him with Yosha. I just walked away. I had to or else I would've been under his spell again. Jamie deserved to get a beating from that man.

Stepping into the polish bathroom, I looked into the mirror.

My tan skin was ghastly white with dark circles under my red puffy eyes. Red liquid splattered my face as though it was paint. The only thing about me that gave away that I was still alive, were my innocent, angel blue eyes. They were haunted as screams were held in them.

A gasp left my pale pink lips as I felt someone snake their muscular arms around my skinny waist.

"It's alright... It's me." Yosha whispered into my ear.

Turning around, I looked him in the eyes. They were soft and sweet, with some hidden emotion that I can't describe.

"Why aren't you scared of me?" I whispered.

His signature smirk found its way on his lips. He looked liked he was proud of something. Like he wanted to do something to me.

"Because..." He leaned down, close enough that his lips brushed on my cheek. He chuckled as his tongue licked up some blood. A shiver ran down my spine at the touch, causing him to chuckle again. "I have done far worse than that." He finished.

My eyes widen in shock, he had done worse than that! What could have been worse than killing your own family members!

Before I could do anything, he brought my body closer and kissed me deeply, lovingly. Not caring anymore, I kissed him back. He was rough, but gentle.

He knew that I was broken from the beginning. He saw through all my laughs, all of my smiles.  He knew how broken I was before I did. That is why he protected me from everyone, even his own friends. He wanted to fix me the best he could.

Slowly, he pulled away with a soft smile. One that he only gave me. A smile that made me feel happy, safe.

"Why don't you go in for a shower?" His smile never left.

"W-what of the b-bodies?" I stuttered.

"I'll take care of it." He said, his smile turning sinister. "Don't worry about it. Go in for a shower." He said and with that he left.

Sighing softly, I took off my blood stained clothes and turned on the water. I didn't care anymore. He was now going to protect me. Yosha was going to fix me as I will fix him. We are going to be happy, until one of us dies. And I don't plan on that happening anytime soon.

Okay, so I was making this into a story, but I got bored with it. So here's this and I hope you like it. BTW, this was inspired by a game. Hope ya liked it.