Chapter VII

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WARNING: SELFHARM, ABUSE

I locked myself into the bathroom. I looked around for my blade.  About ten minutes later, I finally found it.  I picked it up and hold above my pale arm. I looked at my other scars. I frowned and started to cut. One turn into five. Five turns into ten. I heard the bell ring. I stopped and started to clean the mess up. I disinfect the wounds and wrapped them. I unlock the bathroom and run down the stairs.

"Hey, I got you some food," Victor said. Bella handed me the food.

"Thank you," I smiled weakly.

"Undertaker, you're bleeding," Bella pointed out. Victor looked at my arm.

"You didn't did you?" He asked. I shook my head trying to deny it, "Roll up your sleeves," Victor demanded.

"Victor, please don't make me," I reason with him.

"Bella, go up stairs to the bathroom and get the first aid kit," Victor order. She saluted and walked upstairs, "Now as for you. Show me your arms." I shook my head and back away from him, "Undertaker,"  I sighed knowing he won't give up until I show him. I slowly rolled up my sleeve revealing my loosely wrapped arm.

Victor slowly unwrapped it. I wince from the bandages stinking to my arm. Once he got the end of it. He looked closely at the wound.  I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked at Bella who is frowning. She walked over to Victor and handed him the first aid kit. Bella looked at my arm and then to me. I looked away from her and Victor. I can't face them, not like this.

"Why?" She asked.  I didn't answer, "Why?" She asked, louder.  I still didn't answer.

"I want to know why?" Victor chipped in. I looked at him and then to her.

"I don't know," I whispered.

"I had enough of that excuse. You are going to tell me everything about you and I'm not leaving until I get my answers," Victor said, making himself comfortable.  Bella did the same by sitting on Victor's lap. 

"It's a long and sad story," I said.

"Like I said. I'm not leaving until I get my answers," He said again.

"Well it's all started at Molson's place for parentless kids. I was about four or five years of age. I always got picked on because of my hair, eyes and skin.  I was naturally born this way. I found out the hard way never trust people in that place until I met Zanda. She help me through that place. I got into a lot of trouble just to keep Zanda out of trouble. The people there locked me inside of a closet for days with no food nor water. When I finally got out they would chain me to a wall and whip me until I pass out. I still have the scars and that is why I never go shirtless.  When I turned eighteen I left that place and started to look for work which ended up being in rolled in the army for a couple years. I got pretty good with a sniper rifle but then the army decided to let me go. So, my next job was this. I was happy that I got this job and place. I just never thought about how lucky I was but I soon realized that barely anyone came here. After about five years, I met you. I couldn't believe my luck but then again a voice told me, that I didn't have a chance with you. So, I kept it a secret and deal with my anxiety and depression. I became extremely lonely when everyone leaves even though there are dead bodies here. Then you know the rest," I said, concluding my story.  I looked at them. Both of them look like they are going to cry.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you," Victor said, wrapping his arms around me. Bella did the same. I sighed. I looked down seeing that they both had tears in their eyes.

"Okay babies, I'm fine," I stated, making them look at me. 

"But are you?" Bella asked. I nodded.

"I have you two," I said, hugging them.

"Yes, you do," Victor whispered.

Ring

I got up and  walked up to the front. I looked at the person who I never thought I would see.

"H-h-how can I-I-I help y-y-you?" I stuttered.

"I came here to pick up a little girl," Mrs. Molson said.

"Sorry but there is no little girls here," I said sternly.

"Oh but I have proof that there is and if you get in my way I will call the police," She said, staring at me.

"Then call them and I will tell them what you actually do to those kids," I growled.

"Hmm," She hummed.

"Leave or I'll have to use force," I said, not giving her a chance to look around.

"Undertaker, what's going on?" Victor asked, walking to me with Bella.

"Victor, don't let her get her hands on Bella!" I yelled. Victor picked up Bella and place her on his shoulders.

"Give me the girl," Mrs. Molson growled.

"Over my dead body," I hissed, venom lanced my voice.

"If you insist," She said, pulling out a gun. I heard police sirens.

BANG

I heard my name then everything went soundless. My vision was a blur and then black. I felt nothing but everything. I was wondering if this would be my end. That means I'll have some regrets but there is nothing more I can do.  I just wish I could have some more moments with Victor and Bella. Maybe marry Victor but that just a child's dream. It would've been a nice dream. I would have my own family but I know that I don't deserve them. I just wish I never got attached to them. Oh well, it's the end of the line for me.

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