Flashbacks

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(This chapter was suggested by @Goodgirl4real. Yes, I'm taking suggestions.)

(By the way.... these are all flashbacks..)

"Irene! Come eat breakfast!"
"But I just woke uuuuuppppppp!!!"
"Would you like to starve or something? We leave in 30 minutes..." My mom appeared into my room, her jet black hair shining. It must've been dyed again. "5. More. Minutes. JUST KIDDING!!" I laughed. I went into the kitchen and there were beautiful pancakes on the table. My mom loved to make pancakes, and loved to make them pretty. "Strawberry, chocolate, and normal pancakes with dye?" I guessed. That was the game we always played, the guessing game. "Correct! You've won 5 dollars for lunch today!" She said. I would've 'won' them anyways. "Mom~ no!" I hissed like a cat. It was my favorite thing to do at school, so I'd practice at home. "Make it sound like a real cat!" Mom joked. "Pshhhhh.... like you could make it sound even semi real." I said, hissing whilst making it sound real.

_______1 year later_______

"M-mom?" She shoot me a glare while holding the knife to her neck. "Mom..." I walked slowly towards her, not making sudden movements as if she were a wild animal. I reached my hand out to grab the knife from her. She only pressed it closer to her neck. In one quick movement, I grabbed the knife from her, and Emma knocked the other knives into my hand. Little did I realize, she had already cut herself but wasn't satisfied with it. I called 911 immediately. "911 operator, what's your emergency?" I started panicking when my mom's eyes fluttered shut, she fell to the floor. "My mom friend to commit suicide. She had made one cut in her neck that wasn't thick enough for her apparently, she grabbed another knife and that's when I caught her. We need paramedics as soon as possible." I said, trying to stay calm as I got a wet rag and wiped her wound. The operator told me to stay on the line after giving him the address. Silently, I went to grab hydrogen peroxide from the bathroom first aid kit. Soaking the rag with it, I pressed it lightly against the knife wound. Her breathing was shortening severely. "Sir? Are you here?!" I panicked into the phone. "Yes."
I started crying as I told him, "Her breathing is shortening, and her heart beat is slowing as well..." I closed her nostrils and smelled the breath coming from her mouth. To me, it smelled like death. I freed her nostrils and tried to bandage her wound. Ten minutes later, she died. 5 minutes after that, the police got here. "I hate you..." I had muttered. "I HATE YOU ALL!!" I threw the keys to the apartment to them and ran off the Squeakers house with a bag I had packed for emergencies. I had left a detailed not on what happened. Only when I was out of the door did I realize my cat was still there. I ran back and grabbed her, running back in the direction I was headed. She meowed cluelessly. "I wish I was you Emma..." I said, banging on his door. The door was opened drowsily. He looked into my eyes, then his groggy look was replaced with shock. "Irene? What happened?" He grabbed my hand, looking at the bloodstains. "Mom..." Was all I could whimper. I grabbed him and hugged him as hard as I could. I wouldn't let anyone else I held dear to my heart die. I could feel his night shirt getting soaked with my tears. Emma's claws grabbed at my skin. I put her down, but that was my one mistake. A car ran her straight over, as soon as she had run to the street. Me and Squeakers eyes were both as big as the moon. We couldn't loom away from the second bloody mess of the night. My mom and then my cat. What kind of logic was controlling me at this moment, I don't know. All I can remember is ripping myself from Squeakers' grip and walking into the house to find my own knife to kill myself with. And one last restraint from him to keep me alive. I've lived alone ever since then, not trust myself to live with someone, because to me: Anyone that I held near enough to live with, would die all at once. And I would live through it all, just to suffer. I've been suicidal for a year now. I'm in my senior year of High School.

________Flash back- Over________

Author:
It is now time to explain how the Animalia kids transform! This is also suggested by @GoodGirl4Real... so let's get on with it!!

The science is all in DNA. The gems hold a special animal DNA that enters the body at will after the first time, but for the first time they have to activate the gem by showing their true personality. Like Kyattoairīn, she yelled, "No" as loud as possible, her personality is strict, suicidal, and kind. Got it? Hope you did cuz I'm honestly scared of what I just wrote, bye!

(Did I spell your username wrong, @GoodGirl4Real?)

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