Extra Ordinary (My Life as Number Seven

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Swings and roundabouts

Even though everyone had there training. That didn’t mean it was all work and no play, as young kids we had time to play. Time to spend to ourselves and relax seeing the others play was something typical, as it was a break from Dad.

Yet this didn't stop the imagination, others think up of ways. To make me feel like dirt. I would see myself a kind and gentle soul as a normal person had its positives. It gave kept me in tune with nature, as a balance.

Even if my family saw themselves perfect. Where anything else was as small. Seeing two of your brother stamping of ants, made me worry.

If my family would become the monsters they meant to protect the world from. It brought me to tears seeing something so delicate to be nothing more than. A plaything to them, hearing in the distance voices detected at me added to the pain.

Showing the lack of empathy. To me showing that dads cruelty was firmly imprinted on them. It made saddened that a man would see his wealth over wisdom.

It felt like I was the only one that could things for the way they were.  It was if they were all putty in dad's hands. Moulding us Into his image of disdain and ill contempt for each other.  If was a sick game of survival using me as the wounded animal for the stronger ones to pray on.

To chawed up and spat out, like gum once the flavour was lost, to then be stepped on time again. Much like the ants in the garden.

One could only dream that one day the feel my pain like the ants in the garden. But that was wishful thinking, yet as time went on.

As the years went on, we went into puberty and cracks started to show. In the family.

Klaus got into trouble for stealing dads alcohol to where he got so drunk he had a bit flirt with crossdressing.

Luther and Alison would sneak off somewhere hand in hand. One didn't need to be Nancy Drew, to know what they were doing.

Diego when not having a speech impediment would look to getting into fights. To prove he had no weaknesses.

Ben mental state was something that worried me, even when I tried to give a sympathetic ear.

All I got was off the cuff response. Yet there were signs that he had his own demons, not just the monsters.

Five was gone so that me having an odd nightmare or two of dad putting me in a chamber.

As if to get rid of me, I would put my hand on the window. As my heart sank seeing him walk away. Feeling the air getting thinner. To where I wake up crying.

To the site of my room a cold dark cell void of sound. Where the beating of my heart is the only sound I can hear.