"Teach me how to be like you."
He just stared at me and nothing came out of his mouth. It was like he was mute. My eyes began to water and I broke into tears. He continued to stare at me and I look up at him.
"Please. I beg of you."
He stood up and walked out of the room. I grew upset and threw his stuff on the floor.
"Why won't you help me! They killed him and he did nothing wrong! Help me please!"
I fell to my knees and hugged myself. They killed my little brother. He was only eight years old. He did nothing wrong. I was more of his mother than the lady that bared him. It was all my mother's fault. She grew addicted and her downfall didn't take long to come. Her so called husband was also a jerk, both of them being addicts and good for nothing. I was so excited to be eighteen soon. I was going to take my little brother with me and leave the toxic household we were in. Dead beat parents and an older half brother who was a complete asshole. I was so close. He was going to be safe and sound with me, not having to worry about anything anymore.
Yoongi slowly entered the room and looked down at me. He held his hand out to me and I stared at his hand.
"I will help." He spoke slowly.
A smile grew on my face and I took his hand.
"But under conditions."
I nodded and wiped my tears away. He sighed and pointed at his suitcase.
"We must leave this place. Now."
I nodded once again and grabbed his suitcase. He shook his head and took the suitcase out of my hands. I furrowed my brows and gazed at him confused. He's so quiet, I can't quite understand what he means.
"Where will we go?"
He groans and looks down at me.
"You talk too much. Let's go and shush."
I nod and follow behind him. I had a feeling that me nodding at every moment is going to be a habit. He doesn't talk much and hates noise. We walked down the tall flight of stairs and I look back at my old apartment home. You could see blood on the door and I ran back towards it. Yoongi stops in his tracks and just stares at me. I go in and see all the blood on the floor and walls. Covering my mouth in utter shock and pain seeing his little lifeless body on the floor. I see the little teddy bear I bought him when he was a year old. Taking it into my hands, I began to cry even harder. He was gone forever. My baby bear. I felt a hand cover my eyes and another hand on my shoulder. Yoongi was walking me out of my old apartment while I hugged the teddy bear to my chest.
Weeks had gone by and Yoongi was nothing but nice to me. Although he is a very quiet man, I enjoyed his company. At times he would tell me it is a bad idea and I'm just a little girl.
"You are still young and I don't think it's a good idea."
I would always grab the teddy bear and put it in front of him. He would just stare at it for a couple of minutes and sigh in defeat. We grew close, he spoke more and we would even go out on walks. He was teaching me everything about being a hitman. Of course, Yoongi hated the idea, he still goes against it. In a few hours I will be eighteen, a legal adult and I still hadn't told him about that. He mostly kept to himself, so it was hard to talk to him for long periods of time. The most we have spoke is seven minutes. Yoongi sat on the couch of the hotel room we're staying in and I approach him. Standing in front of him, I breath in and look down at him.
