Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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REWRITTEN
The siblings all sat around on hard plastic seats surrounding one of the empty bowling lanes. The lights above were bright and overwhelming, the chairs stiff and uncomfortable, and the constant noise of parties and bowling balls crashing down other lanes was nothing but headache inducing.
Violet sat with her legs crossed on the chair, her back hunched forwards and head lowered as she picked at her nails repetitively.
The others had gathered she was there given the fact Five's attention was half on the empty space next to him, even if she was invisible.
With Luthers depressing drone meeting her ears through all of the noise of the bowling alley, Violet felt like tearing her hair out.
Her mind kept drifting from one troubling thought to another.
Grace was dead, gone, and it was all Vanya's fault.
But Mom should have gotten out. Why didn't she leave? Why didn't she save herself?
Vanya caused it. Vanya killed mom.
But Vanya needed help.
And all Luther was talking about was preparing to end her life.
"Look I hate to be the one to say this but everyone needs to prepare."
"For what?"
"To do whatever it takes to stop Vanya."
Vanya was their sister.
She needed help. She just discovered she had world-destroying powers and that she was lied to for her entire life.
Her mind went to all the times Vanya was left out, alone, ignored, pushed away as a child. All the times she solemnly watched, wishing to be apart of the family.
But they'd never really been much of a family, had they?
Violet felt what Vanya felt. The pain, the suffering. Being pushed aside because she was different. Ironic how she had spent her years wishing to switch places with Vanya, and she had likely wished the opposite.
Two sides of the same coin.
A darker thought hit her - if she had powers as dangerous as Vanya's, and she was in her position, would she snap too? Would she be able to control it, even if she wanted to?
Would she want to?
The others looked uncomfortable. Allison was upset and smacked Luther on the arm with her notepad.
Their debating made Violet want to throw up.
They were talking about putting her down like some rabid dog.
They didn't know Vanya like she did. She cared more about everyone else's feelings than her own, even if it put her down.
At the mention of Sir Reginald her frown deepened and she buried her face in her hands, fighting the urge to claw at her skin. Everything was becoming too much. The noises, the bright lights, the turn of the conversation, everything was grating on her nerves and her noise cancelling headphones and every comfort she had once owned, save for the sweater she was wearing and the boy next to her, was gone.
