Family

The Accident

Emma's POV

Chapter 4: The Accident.

"Hello, Emma. Long time no see, isn't it." He smiled sinisterly. I couldn't believe this, my Dad was possibly a wight. How was this even possible? He never showed any sign of a peculiarity when I was younger, he never wore contacts as far as I knew of. If he was a wight when I was with him, why didn't he feed me to a hollow? He clearly was not being held back by his love for me. This all was just not making sense.

"Take a seat." He gestured to the chair across from his desk. I sat down with cation. Maybe this place was to torture innocent female peculiars, then after they are no longer useful, they get fed to the hollows.

"Do you know what this place is?" He asked.

"No, not actually." I responded.

"This is a place where reckless girls go. Funny thing, my guards thought you were Kathrine Harris, you both have long blonde hair."

"Really, a mistake." I said sarcastic in disbelief.

"Kathrine Harris, age sixteen, long blonde hair. Robbed a convenience store, and killed the clerk." He read from this beige folder.

"Let me see." He handed it to me, apparently he was telling the truth, but the girl looked nothing like me. Her eyes were closer together, she had a long scar across her left cheek, and she had bangs.

"But since you apparently are taking her place, I have an offer for you." The sinister grin was back, this wasn't good.

"You work alongside me here, you won't be jabbed anymore, and you get to come home with me, or you can stay where you currently are, and receive the same treatment as the others. What do you say?"

"Are you a wight?" I asked plain out without thinking about it first.

"A what?"

"A wight."

"I have no idea what a wight is. Now, the answer to my question."

"I would rather rot in hell, than team up with you." Then I spat on the ground.

"Okay, have it your way." I was escorted out of the room. As we were leaving I heard him whisper something to another guard.

"Only B7 for her, got it, not H5."

"The perspective changer?"

"Yes"

I was shown back onto the couch, one gas masked guy was coming at me with a needle, I tried to avoid it, but to no surprise, I got jabed again. The needle went into my right arm, I didn't feel any different. Then I had a brief two seconds of doubt about what I had just done, but it passed.

I was in to condition to fight, so I just cooperated. My sides ached with pain, I could see a little blood seeping through my blue dress.

We made a stop at the room that said 'salon'. I was placed in a chair. A man approached me with scissors, I didn't care if it hurt, I was going to fight back. Nobody comes near me with scissors, and gets away with it.

Once when I was still new at Miss P's, Enoch came in my general direction with scissors, I kicked them right out of his hand. I got a talking to from Miss P about how to not be afraid of anyone in the loop, then I got complimented on my fighting skills.

The reason I didn't like people coming near me with scissors, was because of my Dad. He used to cut my hair when I was little, this was against my Mom's wishes, but he still did it. He would do it so violently, my cheek would bleed every time. Since then, I would be on edge when people came near me with scissors, which was unfortunate for many people in my class, when it came to craft time.