Blurred Memories

Asuna-Hell?

~Your scars do not define you, they merely show the world the hell you have been through.~

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My head was spinning. When my blurred vision came into focus, I kid you the fuck not, I thought I was in jail. Hell? Is this you? Have I finally come home? To my rightful place? Everything came flooding back to me. It started a week ago, my best friend, who is basically my sister, left to go to California. I couldn't go with her seeing as I had a summer job to attend to. That's when things started to go wrong. I had brought her up at dinner once with my Eltern and GroBmeltern, and they didn't have a single clue who she is. Every night I called her, but I never told her about everyone forgetting her. She'd panic. Elara is prone to panic and anxiety attacks. I met her in the third grade and we made the broken family club. My Eltern have borderline disowned me because I love girls instead of boys. My GroBmutter told my mum she has to have me under her roof because she conceived me and when I'm legally an adult she can kick me out. I think she doesn't want to have to raise me either. In that case. I don't care. I've been raised by YouTubers, holy Emo quarter(not implying Twenty One Pilots is Emo) I've also raised Elara. Just imagine a little ball of anxiety and panic and just innocents and sarcasm and that's Elara.

I've always been there for her, and she's always been there for me. When I came out to her, she was worried about my parents and if they kicked me out. Aside from the coming out think, ,y parents are always fed up with everything I do. I was pulled out of my thoughts as chills ran up and down my spine, causing me to shiver. I was wearing blue pants that were weird. I thought in asylums, you got to wear whatever you wanted, Then again, my parents called the warden and he came to my house. I put up one hell of a fight, they had to sedate me. I had a pure white shirt on and I was laying on a cot. When the room stopped spinning I glanced around the room. There was a small bathroom, it consisted of a toilet, and a sink. No mirror. There wasn't even a dresser for my things. The door to this room looked heavy and it appeared to be locked shut. It's not like I'm not used to locked in a room. When I came out, my cousins were older than me by six years and against any form of same sex marriage or dating for that matter. They shoved me in a closet and they locked me in there.

I remember being in there for hours, terrified of the dark, thinking there was something in the closet aside from myself. When my aunt, who favored me over all of my cousins, found me she was furious. They rambled in Japanese about this is why she doesn't want children, why she isn't going to have children. My family is mixed, German and Japanese.My mother's mother is from Japan but she moved to Germany to raise my mother and her two sisters. She learned German there and met my father and then I came along. The biggest disappointment to the whole entire family. I could have cousins who are sugar daddies but i'm the worst because I'm gay, because I was born to love the same gender. God forbid, right?

I got up of the metal co with a hella thin mattress. My only initial thought was Elara. She's most likely home by now, panicking. We're like sisters. She was the first one who wanted to be friends with me when I moved. I didn't look like the other kids. I didn't talk like them. I still don't. I have a faint German accent that I hide with my American accent. I walked to the heavy door in the cell. There was a small iron barred window. I looked out. There were more doors like mine. My view out of the small window was minimal. Out of sheer curiosity, I stuck my hand through the bars and tried to reach down to the door handle.

"It's no use," a voice said, the voice sounded young. "I've already tried it, so have the others," I brought my arm back and looked across the hall. From the little window on the door across from mine stood a brown eyed boy. He had darker skin and brown hair pulled back into cornrows.

"You're the one they had to sedate,"

"Yeah, I'm Asuna Osanmu, you?"

"Keir Black. I din't have a recorded last name so they went with the meaning of my name,"

"Harsh," I replied. "Anyway, how do we get out of here?"

"You don't," he replied sadly.

"We haven't tried hard enough," a voice from next to my room said. "I'm Mavi Roy,"

"They unlock the doors in about 30 minutes for lunch so we can properly conspire then," a deep voice said. He sounded angry.

"That'd be Soren. Never bone for introductions,' Keir laughed. "Ooh, and Wynter is in the room next to yours although she has anxiety meeting new people." My heart skipped a beat. "And she's German," I felt my face heat up.

"Hallo, Wynter, Ich bin Asuna,"

"Du sprechen Deutsch? Bist du von Deutschland?"

"Ja. Ich da sein funf jahren, du?"

"Funfzehn Jahren."

"Sprechen du English?" I asked.

"Etwas" I smiled. I couldn't not. I met another German. We talked longer. Apparently she was taken from her family in Germany. I told her about Elara and her anxiety. Before I knew it, the doors swung open. I saw Keir, he's short and looks so young. Mavi and Soren look like the oldest of this group. Then there's Wynter. She looks about my age. She has ice blue eyes that send shivers down my spine. Her hair is just past her shoulders and its inky black. Her skin is as white as snow. She's shorter than me which adds to her overall adorable look. Mavi has strawberry blonde hair paired with hazel eyes. He looks to be  around the same height as Elara. Now that I think about it everyone is shorter than me except for Soren. He is tall and we'll build with red hair and green eyes. He looked over at Keir who was anxiously looking up and down the hallways.

  "Where's Thea?" He asked. Confusion danced across my face as I looked at him "Thea's my girlfriend. She left for therapy super late last night. She should be back, right Soren?" Keir looked up to the taller boy.

  "Yes" he stoically replied

  "Soren ist siebzehn, Mavi ist sechzehn, Keri ist fünfzehn. Ich bin sechzehn, du bist?"

  "Ich bin sechzehn. Ich nicht kenne Keir ist so jung"

  "Ja, er sprechen mögen er ist älter,"

  "You speak German?" Soren questioned me, his face void of emotion as his arms folded over his chest. If I was straight I'd be drooling. I nodded. "Good, now we have a translator to tell us what Wynter is saying." He always looks so pissed of. I followed them to the cafeteria. It was huge. Everyone else was wearing the same clothes, blue hospital pants and a white T-shirt. Wynter was so small that she had to roll her pants around her waist to make them fit. I glanced over at Wynter. Her eyes were darting all around the cafeteria. There were a lot of kids here. Some of them looked around Soren's age while other looked younger than Keir. The sight made my stomach to flips and a lump formed in my throat.

  "Du in Ordnung?" Wynter asked

  "Ja, viele Menschen" I nervously laughed. We waited in line for our food. A brown haired girl walked over and threw her arms around Keir.

"Hey keir" she said causing Soren to roll his eyes. Another boy walked over to us and rolled his eyes at Soren. He looked over at me and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Who are you?"

"Asuna, you?"

"Caspian" he replied. He turned to Soren and muttered something which caused Soren to frustratedly sigh and glance over to Keir then the ground. The action caused the corners of my mouth to turn up.

"Soren Leibe Keir" I mumbled to Wynter. She nodded, " Für zwe Jahren," she looked over at me and smiled. Her big blue eyes lit up, and I could help but smile back. Maybe I'll fit in fine with these people.

A/N~ i am so sorry it has taken forever for me to post. I would promise to do better, but I would be lying and, according to many adults, lying is bad. Who new anyways what I will say Is I will try to post more often.