BEFORE WE START THE CHAPPY!! Slight gore warning when you read the second flashback!
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-WoAh-CoOl TiMe SkIpS-mAgIcAlNeSs-

We finally get to leave for lunch, but I instead head straight for our cabin, thinking I'd get to have sometime alone.

As soon as I can see the small cabin my pace quickens until I touch the door. I sigh in relief. But as I turn the handle to go in I hear a voice from behind me call out my name.

I turn to see Calypso hurrying to get to me.

"B-Blue!" She says when she gets to me, panting as if she were running.

"Y-y-yes princess?" I smile. She smiles back, and then brushed her hair back with her fingers.

"Listen, I didn't say anything before because I wanted to make sure you were comfortable here, I was hoping you would open up to me– us, yourself, and I really don't want you to hate me." Calypso started. This didn't sound good, and it made me start to feel nervous and awkward, which in turn made me twitch a little more than I normally would.

"I-I'd never h-h-hate you, don't worry about i-it." I mumbled softly to her.

"Then please, please, please, please, please, can you tell me where yo–"

"No." I stated softly, not looking up at Calypso's face anymore.

"No?"

"N-no." I finally brought my gaze to her face, which made me die a little on the inside. It was the saddest face I've seen her use.

"N-no, no.. G-goddamnit princess! Fine, let's j-just go inside first." I sighed, and she smiled widely.

I ushered her inside and closed the door. I looked around warily and brought Calypso down to my sleeping quarters for privacy.

"Okay." I sighed loudly and started with my story.

~ Flashback ~
~ 1 Year Prior ~

I internally sighed as I climbed through my window. Hopefully I wasn't late again.

I sat on my desk that sat cozy right under the window, and pulled my shoes off before slipping onto the floor.

Just as I started to settle, I heard a crash from down stairs.

'They're drunk again? Fnck-nuggets!'

I started to panic a little as I laid on my side to reach under my bed where I hid a few things, including; a first aid kit, two pocket knives, and a few small bottles of hydrogen peroxide.

I shoved the stuff into a small hole i cut into a big teddy bear that lay silently on my bed, otherwise never touched. I chucked my sweater into the closet and hopped into bed and under the covers, pretending to be asleep, praying to whoever gave enough fncks to listen that they left me alone for just one night.

Either no one was listening, or whoever was is a cruel motherfncker.

My bedroom door slammed open, and there stood my 'wonderful' parents. They both stumbled in, drunk out of their minds, probably high as well, and–

~ End of Flashback ~

"T-they mostly just beat me," I was shaking, twitching excessively, my voice uneven, I was weak. But I trusted Calypso. How could I not?

"It was only a couple times that m-my father went a-as far as to r-r-r–" I paused. "And mother would l-like to get high a-and burn m-me with the, the, thing, um.. Whatever sh-she could burn me w-with actually..."

I paused again and took the time to take deep breaths. I didnt realize how hard it would be to not cry just by talking about it. "When I was 12... That's when I s-started hurting myself. I stopped a-a little after I turned 14 th-though, that's when I realized th-that I was just doing what th-they did to me, myself essentially. That's w-when I realized that they should have been the ones to pay, not me."

"A-and then on my 17th b-birthday..." I stopped a moment to remember the wonderous day.

~ Flashback Once Again ~
~ 3 Months Prior This Time ~

The screech of the d@mned alarm clock beside me is what woke me up. But one glance at my boring and plain calender is what really woke me up.

It was my 17th birthday.

It felt like a wonder I even survived 12 years of abuse.

And I was going to make sure I would survive long past when the abuse ends.

By eliminating the obsticals.

A grin found its way onto my face, one of the very few that graced me in this hell.

Today would be total bliss.

"H-happy birth-thday to me-e," The shaky, but familiar tune left my mouth and I stood and opened my drawer.

"Hap-ppy birthd-day to m-me," My fingers closed around the handle of the large kitchen knife I had managed to sneak up here.

"Ha-happy bir-rthday d-dear me-e," I stepped out the door and started down the stairs.

"Happy birthday-y to me." The tune ended, and I was at the bottom of the stairs, holding the knife behind my back.

"Oh dear mother~" I chirped joyously as she walked out of the kitchen. She turned to me, confusion clearly written across her face.

"'Dear'? Since when was I your 'dear' anything?" She asked harshly, but I just laughed.

"Oh, don't j-just stand th-there, don't you want to know what I did?~"

"What?! What did you do know?!" She growled as she stomped over to me, looking ready to slap me already.

"Well~" I smiled brightly, she was buying into this just as quickly as planned. "You know how you get daddy to give me a little break when I have those monthly problems?" She looked very uncomfortable already. I pulled the knife out inbetween the two of us and softly placed it under her chin. "I want you to do that for me now." My voice going from sickly sweet to menecing in an instant.

"W-wha–" The woman exclaimed, eyeing the knife nervously.

"Hush~" I said, false sugar coating my tone once again. "There'll be d-dire consequences if you disobey~" I pressed the knife against her throat, not enough to break skin, but enough to turn her slight nervousness turn to full on fear. How satisfying~

She quickly scurried to the next room and shakily begged her husband to leave 'the girl' alone, seemingly trying to hide her fear, but instead sounded like a blubbering mess. When I heard the man cross the room they were in I quickly hid my knife behind my back, and placed it in the waistband of my sweatpants.

As the man lumbered to the stairs, where I was still standing, I stared up at him innocently.

"What the hell are you looking at child?!" He demanded. I tilted my head to the side and smiled.

"Y-you." I stated simply with a giggle which made him fume in complete and total anger.

"You little brat! I thought you fuc–" He started towards me, but before he could touch me, I pulled my knife out from behind me and rolled between his legs and then slashed at him behind his knees, making him howl in pain and effectively cutting off his tendons.

I pushed his body to the ground with my foot. "Stay." I purred into his ear before pouncing onto the woman, whom was just dumb enough to stare when I brought her husband down to the floor. "I guess we'll start with you, I want your 'perfect little husband' over there," I made air quotations and a god awful high pitched impression of her voice, and then gripped her hair so that she looked up into my eyes, "to have the full show."

I roughly released my grip on her mop of hair and used the same hand to forcibly open her mouth and then, stabbed into the back of her throat. She made guggling noises and thrashed around. I ripped my knife from inside her mouth and started at her eyes. I just messily stabbed at her left eye and then ripped out her right with my bare hand. She thrashed and twitched and gurgled beneath me, causing me to start laughing manically. Soon I got bored and slashed her across the stomach and left her to bleed out. Even if she did get to the phone and managed to dial 911 she wouldn't be able to speak at all.

"Your turn~" i sang as he tried to pull himself up, but failing as he withers in pain. I roll him over and cut him a wonderful colombian necktie, and a frown into his face. As a nice little touch i carved 'FXCKER' into his forehead. I smiled down at my beautiful master piece, but felt it was missing something valuable. "Oh! I kn-know exactly what-t we're mis-ssing!" I slowly dragged the knife down and carved out his baby maker, taking it in my hand and shoving it down his throat. "Puurfect~"

They both were still alive, but just barely, so for just incase I bashed both of their heads in. Great, now I have to run, with no where to stay.

*End of Flashback Numero Uno*

"I, um." I cleared my throat. "I-I killed them..." Calypso's face was blank. I couldn't tell what she was thinking and I didnt know how she'd react. It scared me. I looked down, unable to meet her gaze. I felt her grab my shoulders and pull me against her in a warm embrace. I froze up for a second before complying and wrapping my arms around her waist.

I can't tell her how much I loved seeing them sqwirm, she wouldn't be nearly as supportive as she is now.

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