Guinevere was the eighth child adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves into the Umbrella Academy. Like the rest of her siblings, she grew up in the house, training, fighting, and harnessing her powers. But when tragedy strikes the household twice, it bro...
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After the talk with Diego, I left the living room leaving Diego behind with his own thoughts. I went to the bathroom which was on our bedrooms floor, and stripped - taking the dried bloody woolly shirt from myself as it clung onto me for a moment. I managed to get everything off, and ran the shower head, letting the warm water hit the tub as I hoped into it, pulling the curtain around. I stood under the hot water as it rain down my back, letting the hotness soak into my muscles. I could see at the drain, the blood being washed away from my skin, as I closed my eyes for a moment, not wanting to see. But at the back of my eyelids I could see the night before, Vanya using powers - which was a surprised to me. Then blood, lots of it. I felt like I couldn't do much but to watch and tried my best to help, but my own injuries was greater than expected. But the last imagine imprinted into my mind was Allison's blood pouring from her throat like river bursting its banks...
I shot open my eyes to see the last drop of bloody water go down the drain, shaking my head as I didn't want to have that imprinted into my mind for the rest of the days. I began to wash myself clean, getting the stained blood from my shoulders - being carefully around the bandage. Within minutes, I finally was down and turned off the shower, as the room was already filled with steam. I stepped out of the tub and onto the marble flooring, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around my body, covering the most important parts. I stepped over to the sink and wiped the mirror of the steam, to revel my reflection staring back at me. My complexion looked kind of pale than usually, but I expect nothing less due to what I've been through. My hair sat above my shoulders in strands due to it being wet - I didn't look very impressive right now. I didn't waste anymore time in the front of the mirror, and walked over to door, opening it and entered the hallway, my feet changed from marble to wooden flooring as I headed down the hallway and to my room. Once I was inside my room, I dried myself and gotten changed into something that was in my old wardrobe - which shockingly fit myself.
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I placed the woolly jumper over head, and slid it onto my figure, as it was a bit baggy but I liked baggy clothes. The jeans and boots fitted at least, I left out the light brown coloured coat for now, as I felt comfy in this. I left my room, and head back to the medical room in the house, finding my way with ease. I entered the room, to see Allison still laid on the left metal table, but Luther was no longer by her side - which was strange. I crept forward and came to the seat Luther used and sat myself down, my eyes never leaving Allison's body, as I gripped her hand gently.
