Dysfunctional

Chapter 16: Ari's Bucket List

It was some time in May this happened. When I was 7. I used to cry my eyes out because I knew I had a mother and father. I just could barley remember their faces. My sister was the only one who was vivid. Her short hair and her green eyes. How she smiled and laughed at everything and everyone.

The only friend I had back then was Oliver. I doubt anyone remembers who he is. He was the one that pretended to be Riley's brother and took her to San Francisco. But before all that he was my best friend.

When I'd cry he'd comfort me. When he cried, I cried with him. I was a big baby.

One day I was taken out of my cell for the first time in about 8 months. I was trained inhumanely. I was lifting things I could never dream of lifting in a 7 year old body. I never went back to my cell without something broken. Whether it be my rib. Or my arm. Or my spirit.

Some how Oliver always came back surprisingly well. I aspired to be as strong as he was. I wanted to be as strong as he was.

I ended up training harder and harder. At the end of the month, the only thing that was broken was my hope of getting out of Hydra.

I began to rise into becoming the star child. Oliver started coming back with scars and bruises and bandages and bloody noses. I tried to get him to smile but each day he doesn't want to be associated with me.

"Marcus. Ask for a cell change."

"Why don't you do it?" I frowned eating a slice of bread I stored from a day ago.

"Because I'm not everyone's favorite."

"I don't want a cell change. I want to be near my friend."

"There is no friend here." He yelled throwing something at me. I began to bleed a tiny bit on my leg. I picked it back up and glared at him. I stood up to threaten him.  "Do it Marcus. You goody two shoes son of a bitch."

"Do it Marcus. Do it. You wouldn't dare you little ginger f-"

At the time I excelled in almost every skill. Especially strength and aim. I threw it right at his arm and it got stuck immediately. I don't recall what it was but it was sharp and I threw it pretty damn hard. Oliver pulled it out and cried.

"Shut your mouth. You wanted me to do it! YOU WANTED ME TO DO IT! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!" I screamed while shedding a few tears of my own.

After that fiasco I was moved across the hallway. Into a better cell. The cell we both used to look at and dream of getting in there.

Every night he would curse me out. Every night I'd pull down my pants and shake my ass teasing him.

Eventually Oliver was moved into a different sector. I was told he was moved to a shitty cell cause of me. I decided to cast him out my mind. I made more and more friends. Friends who later on in life I had to fight and kill.

Hydra of course didn't like the fact that I was a natural social butterfly. It runs in the family I guess.

They didn't want to see their rats happy with other rats. I was taken out of my cell and dragged into another room.
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"Line up line up!!" Arizona commanded. Even if we didn't she would have made us anyway. I reluctantly sat on the floor infront of her

The house was now filled more with friends of Nathan. Even little miss creme puff comes in every few times.

"Ari would love to have some people accompanying her on her epic bucket list adventure." She said speaking in third person.