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Ascension

By TCNL

Prologue

I was not always like this.

I was not always this calm and unfeeling. I was not always this apathetic to the sorrow and strife of the people around me. I know how things changed, I remember things so clearly, like it just happened a while ago. There was no traumatic event or anything tragic, it was more of a gradual process. Being…

"Hey sis, it's time for breakfast," a voice outside my door called. I sighed and closed the file.

"Alright, I'm coming," I replied and I dragged myself to the dining hall.

This house is huge, absolutely bigger than the last one we had. Father's success with the company he established made it possible for us to get this mansion. But it seems so lonely at times.

I sighed and went my way down the stairs. They had already started eating so I seated myself and began eating too. There were barely any conversations during meals now. Everyone is in a hurry to their schedules. As for me, I'm not even sure what I'm going to do today. It's a Sunday. What do you do on Sundays?

I don't know? Rot on my laptop and work out later in the day, usually.

We might go to church, you idiot. I sighed again. This is going to be fantastic.

"Hey man, I have to show you this video I saw in the internet," my brother exclaimed, startling me out of my thoughts. I responded with a nod of my head. Going back to my food, I finished it up even though I never had much of an appetite to begin with.

Stop being so fucking depressing. Shut up, I just happen to reflect on things today.

I put my plate on the sink and made my way back upstairs to my room. I halted when Mother spoke up.

"It's your turn to do the dishes today, don't forget." I nodded and went on my way.

"Where did we go wrong with that child?" I heard her ask Father.

I'm sure you know, but you're too weak to admit it to yourself. I laughed bitterly to myself.

It turned out that we won't be going to church today because Mom and Dad has a party to attend to in the evening. They were going to shop for a gift.

I ended up taking a nap on my bed, leaving my window partly open.

The soft breeze lulled me to sleep.

A woman was sobbing and a man was shouting, his hands tight around the throat of the other.

"D-Dad! Stop! You're hurting Ma!"

The woman coughed uselessly as the man didn't loosen his grip. The child ran frantically to the kitchen and took a knife in her trembling hands.

"Dad, stop! I'll ne'er forgive you if you kill Ma!"

The man stopped and looked at the child. That angelic face, marred with a frown too serious, too old for her age.

This is almost nostalgic. Almost. I snorted.

"If you don't get to the car this instant, I'll make sure to throw away your books!"

"But Dad, it's hard to breathe with so many people in church."

"Enough with your excuses! It's all in your head!"

Ugh.

A small child with an exceptional glare was being forced into a confession booth in the neighborhood church. The priest inside waited patiently. He could feel that the child was incredibly uncomfortable.

"Child, what ails you?"

"Nothing, sir. I'm alright."

"Your parents have told me about what happened yesterday. I'm sure you feel bad about hurting Andrew."

"…No, sir. He was saying mean stuff to me."

"Tell me what happened."

"I made a deal with him. He was going to leave me alone for the whole day if I let him borrow my eraser. He said yes, but he still said mean things to me."

The child glared into nothingness, eyes filled with hurt from betrayal and vengeance. Unknowingly, she was glaring straight at the priest.

With a frightened yelp, the priest scrambled his way out of the booth and struggled to get on his feet. The two parents outside were startled by the sudden commotion.

"Accursed eyes… Get away from me!"

The child slowly went out of the booth with a downcast expression. She was sad. She didn't understand what she did wrong, and nobody was telling her how to make it right.

What's the point of remembering all of this? The scene in front of me blurred.

"Hey ugly. Let me borrow your eraser."

Small hands curled into fists. "If you leave me alone for the rest of the week, I'll let you borrow my eraser. Do we have a deal?"

The other child rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Just give me the eraser." She did. And this boy was just foolish to not honor what he agreed to.

It was almost time to go home and the kids were excited. She waited by the window for her parents to pick her up. She was already irritated that the boy didn't give back her eraser, and it didn't help that her parents were not yet there.

"Hah! Look at you, you're such a loner!" Her eye twitched.

"Hahaha, you have no friends! I bet your mom and dad don't love you, they're not coming!"

"You're horrible. Say something, or I'll never give your eraser back!" The pitch of his voice rose annoyingly and the girl's patience finally broke.

There was a blur of movement, and then the air was filled with piercing cries of pain. The boy was on the ground crying his eye out, for the left one has a pencil shoved in it. He looked up at the little girl, his heartbeat thudded against his chest painfully. His instincts screamed for him to run away, but he was frozen in fear.

"You broke our deal." With that, the girl quietly left the premises, since her parents just arrived.

A moment later, the teacher came rushing, unbelieving of what she saw. She immediately called for paramedics. While struggling on stopping the bleeding, she asked the boy who did such a thing to him.

The boy couldn't speak, nor did he want to.

I stared up at the ceiling and turned on my side. An uneasy feeling started to grow in the pit of my stomach. I can't remember the last time I felt like this, but hell, I'm amused.

A/N: Here's a little backstory for the main character. Review, favorite, or follow if you'd like. Thanks for reading.