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Content in this story may be triggering, please don't read if you're triggered by themes such as abuse ;-;

Tw: Child abuse

I do not condone child abuse, it is for the sake of the storyline, and to learn more about the storyline it's on one of LadyMarissaGarmadon's stories.

Clouse sat on his bed after the long day of training. His roommate, Garmadon had been with his fiancé for the past week, so Clouse had no one to talk to other than Master Chen. Because of this, when he wasn't training he was hiding in his room, which usually meant a variety of things. He could be lonely. Depressed. He could be thinking about his whole life. Or the future. Or... His little sister. Her name had been Viola. His little deaf sister. The duo had been through so much together. They had an unbreakable bond. That was, until everything crumbled down one day. The thought of it still brought him to tears, he had watched his sister die at the hands of his parents. He was seventeen and she had turned ten that day. She had only been ten..

Clouse stared at the worn and bent photograph in his hands. It was him and his sister when they were small. Clouse was twelve and his sister was five, they had been wearing raggedy and dirty clothes as they posed for the school pictures. Looking back on it Clouse was almost glad he got them. Almost.

A tear fell from his eye while he thought of her. Sometimes even her name brought him to tears. Sometimes he wanted to burn the photographs, all of them, and never look back.

He clutched onto the photo as he sat in the dark room, silently sobbing, wishing that he had gotten her out with him. Wishing they had ran away like they planned.

It had never happened. He was too late. Clouse would always blame himself for Viola's death and that would never change. He knew the regrets were useless but they were always in his head.

Sometimes Clouse got so distraught that he would only remember her face and not her name.

He curled up into a ball as his body was wracked with shivers from how hard he had been crying. His knees were damp from where he had buried his face into them.

Clouse did know one thing though. He would never turn back the time. They were both in better places now. Did he wish he had saved her? Yes. If he could, would he, but still risk the pain of being caught? No.

He remembered it. Even though it seems like it was forever ago. Even during the darkest night he wouldn't bring the innocent little deaf girl back into this cruel world.