Shot Through the Heart

Chapter 9

Caution: Rlly big trigger warning.

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Your POV

The gun.....that gun.....anything but that gun.................

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My heart started to beat slower and slower, I'm not even sure how I'm still standing.

Then Fili and Lovi burst in through the door. My big brothers, always there to protect me even when I couldn't protect myself...

"Get away-a from (y/n), you bastards!"

"We will-a shoot you if you don't-a back up."

No, they are my friends, at least Alfred and Arthur are, I just need you to help me, It's back, and you two are the only ones who know how to stop it.

I felt my legs give way as I crashed to the floor, as my mind slipped into unconsciousness. The memories I tried so hard to forget now played back in my head.

The policemen grabbed me, I didn't struggle at all. They took me away from my grannies body, or what was left of it. I did nothing as they threw me into the cruiser, nothing as they rove me away from that house. They drove me to the police station and sat me in a room. I sat there for who knows how long. I was only eight, I WAS EIGHT. 

I was broken.

Torn apart. 

Nothing was there. 

Nothing was left.

There was a soft knock on the door.

A lady came in and handed me some water and a cookie. 

"Are you alright?"

I didn't answer, I couldn't answer her, my eight-year-old self-was trying to come to terms with everything that had happened. 

"It's ok if you don't want to talk, you've been through more then people four times your age have in their whole lives in one night."

She walked over to me.

Crack.

She was on the floor, her arm bending ninety degrees in the middle of her forearm.

The memory changed with a flash.

I stood outside the building, the school that was to be my new home.

St. Augustine's School for the Harmed and Hopeless.

This was not a school, it was an asylum, for people like me. Little ten year old me, the one so many had tried to fix, the one considered a hopeless cause.

Someone walked up to me.

"This is where you will live for the next eight years until you are eighteen, and a legal adult. As the trauma you went through was a little.....worse than most of the kids here, you are going to be assigned special help from the teachers and other students will take care of you. You'll fit right in."

I would have called him on his bs, this was an asylum, anyone could see that, why did they keep up the ruse it was just a normal school with a few less than normal kids?

The memory changed again.

I was sneaking out again, going to the spot I had found just for me, to teach myself how to fight. Knives? I stole a few from the cafeteria and could hit a bullseye from 200 meters. Hand-to-hand? I had stolen a few books off the shelves at the library and joined the karate club. Black belt. Hacking, I've wiped so many write-ups off the school computer, I can't even count. I can do it all if you've seen an assassin do it in a movie, I've done it in real life. Heck, even old Jackson taught me how to shoot.