Becoming An Assassin

Becoming An Assassin

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, Jul 21, 201618m
I just got out of school my mom came to pick me up. We got in the car instead of going home we went to a strange place. There were a lot of men inside. I begged my mom not to go in but she did. I heared some shots and my mom didn't come out but a man in black clothing did and he had a gun. So I got out the car and ran. I didn't know where i was going but i had to leave. I was only seven and they took my mom away from me. When I turned 13 I swore to make them pay for what they did.
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"Alexia." Someone screams and soon I'm drenched in water. I gasp and sit up. My mom hugs me and I tensed. "Sorry." I whispered and relax. I was covered in sweat and water. It's almost been a year since I've been back home. I still have those terrors or should I say memories. That day has been scarred in my brain. I was only 7. I'm 17 now. But that memory has been haunting me for the past 3 days. My dad stood at the door watching silently. He gave me space and I loved how he cared enough to. Maybe it was the fact I had a panic attack once when he woke me. "Hi." I breath out. "Hey." He whispers. Long story short I was taken when I seven, a day after my birthday. I hadn't remember much about my family expected maybe my dad and two other boys who were, well are my brothers. But I've been in a cell obeying the rules of a monster for 10 years. It took a lot of therapy to just get me to say two words and stop hiding and running away 1 year of therapy to realize he can't hurt me now. "You can come in.." I say softly. He walks in and joins the hug. I sigh and lean into their touch. There's no doubt in my mind that I will be starting the sessions again.

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