For two months. I owned that school, and I never regretted a bit. I knew what I had done was wrong, I knew I shouldn't have done that. But I couldnt help myself. Nobody dared to utter my name without whispering. Deep down I knew it wouldn't last. I just didn't know it would've happened so soon.
Right after Christmas break, like normal I was sitting behind the school when someone came up to me. Mad and with a group of people. He stepped up to me pissed off with his hands already clenched.
"You fucking bitch! Who do you think you are!?"
Before I could respond, he sucked punched me in the jaw. I thought I could take him, but for some reason I couldn't do anything. He repeatedly hit me as they screamed approval at him. Every time I landed a hit, it was like it didn't hurt him. All I could gather from the encouragement he had was I had done something vile.
Then one of them yelled "murderer" and "how dare you kill a child". It dawned on me, these people had dug into my background. The probably found my parents slander and accusations against me and decided I needed justice. This guy didn't stop when he busted my nose, when he made my lip bleed, not even when my body gave out on me. Laughing. They called him many names that didn't fit him to me.
"Hero" "savior" "angel"
Those words felt like sandpaper to my ears. He only stopped when he was satisfied with that he had done. Backing up to admire his work. That's when I realized I needed to be stronger. Fear wouldn't work without something to back him up. Strength. Intelligence wasn't enough to me. I made a decision right then. I didn't want to be walked on anymore.
When I was able to stand, after they all left, I walked to the hospital. I was lucky enough to be able to get help. They fixed my nose and everything else those monsters did to me. I thought maybe I could go to the gym, train myself so I could back up my ideals. I wanted to recreate justice so it preferred the innocent over the rich.
About a week later, everything went downhill. Someone called my job, getting me laid off. Nice way to say I'm fucking fired was all I could think as I was marched off the property. Within days I lost my apartment and soon I lost pretty much everything again. I didn't want to live anymore. I felt weak, vulnerable, like I was nothing. I made my way to the bridge over the train on January 19th. Waiting for the next train in order to end what my parents started. But before I could do anything, a hand grabbed me.
"Is there a reason why your up here tonight?" A smooth male voice spoke, a calming voice.
"I uhm.....I don't think that it's your business...." I said cautiously, not sure to trust the man standing before me with my wrist in his hand.
"That's completely fine, but I've seen you sleeping under that bridge....it's so sad"
I froze. He has seen me trying to beat the cold and the snow. That made my face go red with both anger and embarrassment. I didn't want someone to be so rude about it because it was a little embarrassing. But he smiled softly, trying to reassure me.
"I'm not here to judge you, you've had enough of that for a lifetime, I can tell by those expressions of yours" he smiled softly at me, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach but pushed it away. My eyes not leaving him. I heard the train coming, it was now or never. Before I could pull away he spoke again.
"How about you come with me, I can give you food and a roof over your head, I'll keep you safe"
Something about him seemed so trustworthy, I had nothing to loose either. Slowly, I got off the ledge. He put a hand on my upper back, guiding me patiently. He led me to this simple black car. Way nicer than anything I would've thought I'd ever be able to see. He opened the passenger side door of the car as well, treating me like a person and not a disease.
I got in the car and buckled my seat belt hesitantly. He got in the driver side and started the car. He didn't drive quietly either, talking to me about random things. The questions seemed oddly personal though. It turned from "how long have you been homeless?" to "I saw you at the hospital, does that mean your their enough to know your blood type?".
Like a dumbass, I answered all his questions innocently. I truly believed he actually cared about my wellbeing rather than my looks. He even asked me what was in my notebook. But when I refused to answer, his lips turned from the smile he had to a small frown. But he distracted me pretty quickly from his expression before I got suspicious. He bought me a soda and smiled at me while we drove.
Before long, we drove ve into a compound. A big white building with high levels of security.
"Uhm...where are we?" I spoke, looking around, everything looked like a prison to me. But he just smiled and chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'm just here to grab something I left at my desk this morning okay?"
Something in his voice made me believe him. My mind screaming at me to get out of the car and run. But I didn't, looking out the window at the security outside. Then I heard him say something that made me freeze.
"Goodnight"
Something sharp jabbed itself into my arm. My head snapping back around as he grabbed my arm, pushing the needle deeper as he pushed whatever medicine inside it in my body. My skin crawled realizing what was going on. This lab? I was here as an experiment now... Before I could say anything, it all went black.