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.: Vladlin Marcus Highlander :.

The police van started up to leave the petentiary and take me to my new home. The rain beat down on the windows as I saw my mother crying into the arms of a nearby police officer. My heart ached with the pain of what I had and hadn't done for her. I'd gotten rid of the abuse but I hadn't made life easier, I made it worse.

I looked down into my lap and my hands that at one point where stained with my fathers blood. I cringed at the thought of going to a rehabilitation center. I needed to be at home to help my mom get through this. I looked up one last time as we left the lot. My hand lifting to the small, bullet proof window, wanting to touch her one last time before I go, one last time before I leave for good. Just one last time. We turned the corner as we started for the center. I cussed that word 'center'. It was taking my mother away from me.

Eventually, the gentle humm and vibration of the van put me to sleep. An hour later, when the van slowed down to pull into the center, I woke up sweating. The dream of realiving when a threw the knife and my father had returned. "NOW!? OF ALL TIMES!?" I swore as the truck came to a stop and I was put back into handcuffs and led into the building. I was passed onto various people and eventually removed from my cuffs and shoved into a room.

Glancing around the room frantically, I figured that it must be a living room from the layout. I paced back and forth. It was silent, too silent for my liking.

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.: Ɖɛcɛмвɛя Єʌαиƨ :.
"I really could care less," I mutter angrily to my mother, who's pleading for me to tell her what I would like to eat. "I hate fast food." She groans and just orders me a burger, which she knows I won't eat. I turn and face the window, or at least... I'm pretty sure it's the window.
My father hands me the small package, shaping my hands around it. Just because I can't see it doesn't mean I can't unwrap the freaking burger by myself.
I refuse to eat the opened burger, instead setting it down beside me. My three younger siblings are at home, being watched by my aunt. Them I'll miss. Not these freaks who are sending me away. You'd think that they'd be a little happier to still have a daughter... right? Blast them.
I feel my father's hand on my shoulder, "December, you really need to eat."
"Why should I? I hate fast food." I snap, shrugging my shoulder away from his rough hands.
"December," it's my mother again, by the sound of her voice she's holding back tears. "Please, honey. We don't want you to be hungry."
"But you'll send me away."
She bursts into sobs and pulls over so my dad can take the wheel. I could care less. "Cem, we have to! They said maybe they could heal your eyes!"
"I don't care."
My father sighs loudly, and I bit my lip to keep from saying something I'll regret later.
I hear the tires grinding as we pull to a stop. My father get's out and opens my door, letting a cold blast of wind into the car. "Come on, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that, I know I mean less than nothing to you." I say before I can stop myself. My mother's still sobbing and she leads me up steps, whispering between hiccups when to step.
We enter the... whatever it is, and there are two kisses planted on my cheek, one wet and the other rough.
Then I grab hold of my suitcases, take a deep breath, and face the unknown.

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