An Assassin's Heart

Broken Record

It was a dark and gloomy night here at the Shima household, nothing but anger, hate and blood and I hate it.

I was leaning up against my bedroom wall sitting on my bed, staring out the window into the gloomy night. The moon was full as a soft, haunting breeze blew the tree branches around, I sighed and brought my knees to my chest.

My family and I are well known assassins, I've been one since I was just five. I've dealt with so much torture, pain, anything you can imagine, I've gone through and all because my parents want me to be the world's greatest assassin.

My family life sucks, Mom can't stand me and Dad hates me, even though he tries not to show it. My brother and sister are the only ones that I have some sort of relationship with, even if they hate me sometimes as well.

I sighed again, god how I hate this place...

I got up from my bed then, headed over to my small piano and began to play. I've been playing since I was ten, I'm eighteen now. It's my only way of escaping all the doom and gloom here.

Out of everyone in my family, I hate killing people and all for money too. We've killed so many, I've lost count. Day after day the regret I feel gets worse and it shows, causing me to get put through more torture.

My parents are so set on me to take over this family one day, that's why they push and torture me so hard and I just can't take it much more.

A strong pounding was at my door, I stopped playing. The pounding got louder and louder and I was getting angry. I slammed my hands down onto the keys and spun around at the door.

"What the fuck do you want!" I shouted, my door was kicked in.

"Quit that shitty racket, Nala! Your father is trying to nap! He just got back from a busy job!" Mom shouted back.

I jumped up from the piano bench and charged for her, she stopped me instantly and I was knocked down to the ground.

"Well, sorry! What the hell do you even want, Mom?"

"I want you to stop playing that shitty music! You need to be in training!"

I crossed my arms glaring, "I already did all fucking day! Can't you let me relax just this once?!"

She came over to me and bent down, her crimson eyes staring back into my own and slapped me.

"NO! You're an assassin, Nala! There's a big job coming up in the next two days and your father wants you to take it on alone."

I uncrossed my arms and held my cheek. "Are you fucking serious?! Why me? Can't Keegan or Shelly take it?!"

She was about to slap me again, I got myself ready for the next blow. She noticed and dropped her hand.

Thank god! Her slaps sting like a bitch...

She crossed her arms, "Again, NO! It has to be you, your father demands it."

I sighed heavily and dropped my hand, "What even is this job?"

"There's an auction coming up and you're needed to take out the gang leaders that are going to be there."

I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. "Damn it, again?! I barely made it there the last time..."

Mom glared, "That's your own fault, Nala! If you would've just been there before them... We wouldn't of been in that mess!"

I dug my nails in deeper, oh she would say that!

"I see how it is! You're talking about the Zoldyck's again, aren't you!"