Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 20, 2015 22:04:50 GMT -5
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Every time their voices would rise the little girl would run to the closest sanctuary and thank God she was small enough to fit. Those voices that sailed across each corner of the room seemed to reverberate down into the very floor boards of her house.
Dad… He told her to call him Sir. Never Dad.
Mom. She told her not to call on her at all.
One treated her like she was a nuisance, the other treated her like she didn’t exist.
Who does a nine year old girl go to then? She was always schooled at home. No, she couldn't make friends at school. There were plenty of children out in the neighborhood, but the doors were locked shut at all hours of the day. Sun rarely touched the girl’s skin. When it did, it was usually on her way to the car to be driven to visit her therapist. Other than that, the girl spent her days in the darkness.
Darkness. Bitterness. Hate. Pain…
Dad came home one day, and he seemed to be acting strange, like he was intoxicated. The girl over heard them say something about losing a job, or something of that nature. After that, dad came home acting strange alot. She supposed everyone became addicted to something that took away the pain.
For dad, it was alcohol, and making her suffer.
The girl did her best to stay strong so that her father could get through his pain. She thought perhaps by giving her pain, he was relieving himself of his own. But… it kept happening. The pain never stopped. It kept coming, like steady drops of rain, that burnt like acid on her skin.
She slowly stopped caring if her dad felt pain at all. Her thoughts turned to her own survival. After constantly seeing violet patches on her skin, and fracturing her bones far too many times, she finally decided, “Enough.”
The girl sat on the edge of her ‘bed’ in the corner of her ‘room’. Though she lived in a very nice house, she was pretty sure her room was a closet, and what her parents called a bed was nothing but a thin mattress with some worn out sheets. The girl brushed some of her violet hair behind her ears and frowned. She studied her hands and wondered whether she was ready to have blood on them, whether she was ready to kill someone. It was hard for her to tell. While she wasn’t sure if she could kill them, she believed she could at least return her father's favors.
You see, up until a few years ago, her parents were quite kind. The girl didn’t know what had changed their hearts, but it changed her heart as well. It was like a disease spreading from her chest into every corner of her body, and her parents treatment only caused it to spread. Soon, she gathered the courage to strike back at them.
It started out in simple ways, like salt into her fathers drink. Soon that changed to dirt, and later cleaning chemicals. Her dad took a trip to the hospital after that. With her mother, she would leave things in her bed before she went to take her nap ever afternoon. First it was old fruit, later it was frogs, and even later it was dead and bloodied animals.
Suffice to say, the girl became cold hearted and did terrible things to her parents, but only if they did terrible things to her. It was an vicious cycle. Eventually, her parents decided they had enough. The young girl crept barefoot down the hall one evening, careful to keep her breathing light. She stopped near the living room, and listened with tensed muscles as her parents conversed in low voices. She didn’t fully understand them, but she understood enough to know they were going to get rid of her. Would she truly have no one now? But perhaps where she would go next could be better… you never knew.
~ ~ ~
Rosemary Heights. A prestigious boarding school. Her parents had their good reputation to uphold, so they couldn't exactly throw their daughter onto the streets. Why not send her to a boarding school with a good reputation as good as their own?
Her mother took her there, her father stayed home. He didn’t say good bye to her, and the girl didn't say good bye to him. While her mother often treated her like she did not exist, the young violet haired girl had some good memories of the woman. She was beautiful when she slept. When she was asleep, she didn’t frown. Back before her parents were always frowning, her mother smiles at her quite a lot. It was a pretty and kind smile.
But now, as mom spoke to one of the matron’s she noticed her turning to leave. She really was being left alone… Mom and dad told her they’d come back in two years. That felt very long to a girl of her age.
She ran to her mother as she stepped toward the exit and wrapped her arms around her waist.
“Promise you’ll come back…!” the words came out in a whisper.
“Let go of me…” she murmured in reply, barely turning her head to acknowledge she was there.
“Promise! Look at me for once in your life!”
And look at her she did. Mom turned around and shoved the girl roughly into the ground, irritation glimmering in her eyes.
“If I can think of a reason to, I’ll come back.”
That was the last time she ever...
~ ~ ~
Rosemary Heights had a lovely building, uniforms with soft, pastel colors, and matrons with friendly faces. At first glance, it was fine. At night however, when the darkness closed in, and the silver moonlight blanketed the campus, it’s appearance fit it’s true nature much better. The first few days were fine, the next few were a little less fine. Soon she began to notice the malice the students held for each other, and the teacher’s lack of self control.
Students would sabotage her eruption with the teachers, and harm her physically and emotionally whenever they could. The teachers, in turn, grew to loathe the girl. While she was a victim, she had a terribly violent nature, and a cold glare that almost never ceased. Punishments for deeds she did, and didn’t do were fierce. Locked in the cellar with no food or water for two days. Burns on her back. Bruises on her wrists. One teacher even became so angry with her, he impaled her.
Fortunately, she survived. One day, in the infirmary, the girl woke up to a lovely face. Not only was it lovely due to it’s beauty, but also because of it’s genuine smile. A girl with hair like a spray of molten copper, and eye’s like shining emeralds smiled down at her.
“You’re a survivor,” she said.
“Eh…?” was all she could managed in reply.
The redhead gestured to her scars, bruises, and burn marks.
“It’s written all over your body,” she smiled, “I’m Kaya. What’s your name?”
“Vivian,” the girl replied. It was strange to say, seeing as she rarely heard her own name. Her parents always called her other things, and most people didn’t bother to learn it, or call her by it.
“I’m going to call you Vivi,” Kaya grinned, “It’s cute and spunky sounding, dontch'a think?”
“Spunky?” the girl… no. She was Vivi. Vivi felt delirious after her ordeal, so it was rather difficult to respond.
“If you say so.”
That was their first conversation. After that, Kaya visited Vivi quite often, and soon she recovered. Vivi then made a habit of sticking with Kaya, and Kaya made a habit of sticking with her. Other students couldn't help but notice the stark contracts between the two. One girl was bright, kind, and shining in her ways. The other was dark, cold, and mysterious. She never talked about herself, or gave people the chance to ask.
Over the months, it became evident Vivi was having psychological problems. No therapists could help, and no amount of counseling did a thing. However, one day, Kaya sat down and talked with her about it. This became a normal thing. Everyday, the girl’s would sit and talk. Miraculously, they way this girl spoke to Vivi seemed to heal her mind. She had Vivi promise not to always resort to methods of violence, and try to talk things out instead. She encouraged her to see the good in others, and the value in human life. She encouraged her to love her life.
Kaya saved her.
While Vivi still wasn’t the friendliest around the school, she tried to be kinder to those around her. Even so, the abuse still came down on her heavily. The upsides were she made a few more friends, and even saved a few of them from harm.
She was still a main target of the student’s and teacher’s aggressions. She always would be.
During the day, she put on a tough face, and walked confidently, with her head held high. Vivi wouldn’t show a reaction the pain the other’s caused her. She would simply give them a questioning stare.
By the cover of night, she cried -my God- did she cry, but no one ever saw the tears. No one did. Not even Kaya.
Years past, and soon Vivi reached twelve years of age. She had developed a hard outer shell and cried much less during the night, having told herself there were people out there suffering far worse than she was. She had no right to cry. This was the hand she had been dealt, and it was her responsibility to do the best she could with it.
“You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have,” Kaya had told her one day. It had proven true so far… while it wasn’t her only choice, it was one of the few she had. Perhaps she had yet to see the full extent of her strength, just how strong she could be?
“You know, I think that you’re not as un-kind as you want people to believe. Sometimes, a kind answer can turn away anger.”
While it might’ve seemed to Kaya that her words fell on deaf ears, Vivi clung to the things she told her like her life depended on it. She referenced them in bad situations constantly, always thought about what Kaya might do, or what she might think. In essence, she became extremely dependent on the girl, and it was a weakness of hers. One that she sometimes wondered if it would be her downfall.
~ ~ ~
A group of girls came to hate the two girls, Vivi and Kaya for reasons all but unknown to them. Children could have the strangest reasons to hate, sometimes, it seemed. They did whatever they could to get the two of them into trouble, and often succeeded. One evening, one girl in the group took it upon herself to bring an end to Kaya, since their group just couldn’t seem to find a way to make the girl look bad in the teachers eyes.
Kaya stood in one of the halls looking over some sketches she had recently finished when the girls turned up with strange smiles on their faces. Vivi came around the corner, but paused in her steps, watching the scene from a distance. While Kaya was utterly confused, Vivi saw the look in their eyes. It was the same as her father’s. They had their own pain, and they must’ve believed bringing pain to others would help them.
One of the girl’s had stolen a knife from the kitchen and hid it in their blazer. It glistened as she drew it, and brandished it in the red haired girl’s face.
Vivi had stolen one too.
The knife came closer Kaya seemingly in slow motion, and that was all it took. The violet haired girl took the knife from where it was hidden in her own uniform and dashed toward the girl, the world blurring around her.
A few seconds later, blood splattered the floor. It splattered her pale skin, it splattered the walls. It splattered Kaya.
Those green eyes grew wide with a fear Vivi had hoped to never see directed towards her. Vivi couldn’t dwell on that now though. There were more girls, and some of them had taken knives as well. On top of that, one of the girl’s ran off screaming for the teachers and the matrons.
At this rate, the two of them would be killed. If not by the students, then by the teachers.
After the past few years, Vivi had come to the conclusion that there were only three choices in life. Give up, give in, or give it all you’ve got. Vivi turned to Kaya, as she wiped some of the blood off of her face with her sleeve.
“Vivi… they won’t let you get away with this. They’ll group me in with you too. But that’s okay…” she smiled softly, though there was sadness in her eyes, “I did promise I’d stick with you to the end.”
“Don’t worry, Kaya. I have a plan,” Vivi replied.
“Is it a good one?”
“I have a plan.”
~ ~ ~
Vivi opened her eyes and turned to look at the clock where it stood on the night stand next to her bed. 3:04 am. Another dream… why did her mind keep forcing her to relive these moments? She sighed, and turned over in her bed, but furrowed her eye brows when she noticed a strange sensation on her face. The girl reached up to feel her cheeks, which were wet with tears.
She quickly wiped them off. Crying… pfft. She was way past that now. Now, she just needed to keep up a tough front and keep standing no matter what life through at her. Getting over emotional was something she couldn't afford, especially now that she was a Pillar.
Vivi closed her eyes and relaxed, but even so, part of her knew she wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep that night.
~ ~ ~
“Someone once told me
To be careful
When trying to fix
A broken person
For you may cut yourself
On their shattered pieces.” ~Anonymous
