"Let's start with your name, age, and then just start telling your story. You'll open up as we go. Just try." My new therapist, Adrian said gently. He seemed nice enough. He looked like he'd been through quite some hell himself. He had a long scar across his face and his hair was long and gray. His bangs hung almost covering his eyes. His office was pretty big and had many pictures of him with a red haired um…man I believe. Which was nice to know. At least he wouldn't judge me for that.
"Well…my name is Alois Trancy. I'm fifteen years old and um…when I was a baby I was kidnapped. I was taken to a village where I was treated like a pile of shit. They looked at me that way. When I was about five, my kidnappers got tired of lugging me around so they threw me in the orphanage where I grew up. There was another little boy there. A tiny little baby. I didn't know shit about taking care of babies but how they did it was wrong. So I took care of him and fed him his bottles until he got enough teeth to eat the water flavored oatmeal stuff the rest of us ate. His name was Luka. This…this part is hard for me. I convinced myself that Luka was my brother to keep from being alone. When Luka was four and I was nine, we got out of that wretched place and found an old abandoned cabin of our own out in the woods. It had a little flower garden beside it where the flowers we little fighters and they still bloomed. It was up to me to find us food and blankets which I didn't mind too much. I was small dirty enough to blend in to anything that wasn't bright so it was easy. We always talked about how when we grew up, we'd burn the village and everyone in it because they treated us so badly. "Everything, everyone, all gone!" We'd chant it and I'd hold him and spin him around and we'd laugh and fall in the flowers. We'd get back at them for treating us like piles of vomit. Luka loved the flowers. We both did. He'd go outside and play in them for hours on end, making me all sorts of things: necklaces, bracelets, rings, and a crown even, you name it. He called me "Your Highness" all the time…it was adorable. When he didn't come back inside for a few hours one day, I didn't question it. That was normal for him. Then I smelled the smoke and ran outside." I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands. This was so hard for me to talk about. Remember, it's for Ciel…if you don't, he won't…you have to get this out. I kept the thought in my mind. All I ever thought about was Ciel anyway.
"Alois? Go on when you're ready." Adrian – er, Mr. Crevan – broke me away from my thoughts.
"Oh, right. When I smelled the smoke this huge smile hit my face. So I ran outside and the whole village was burning, every single building was on fire, just like we'd always wanted. I called out for Luka…I don't know how many times. By the third time I panicked and went looking for him, screaming for him. He wasn't in the flower bed…he wasn't anywhere I could see him. I ran toward the flames, still screaming for him, begging him to come to me so we could watch together. I tossed bodies around, desperately trying to find my baby brother and then…then I did. He was lying face down in the dirt. I remember asking…him if he was sleeping and I picked him up and…his eyes were wide open and so empty…his big, beautiful brown eyes lost all their sparkle…" I closed my eyes, "That's when it hit me…my baby brother was gone."
"Don't tell me you're…no! Please don't leave me! I don't want to be alone! Don't leave me alone!" I flinched as my words from that day played in my head.
"I screamed and screamed for him not to leave me alone…begging him to come back though it was pointless. He was only six when he died…I was eleven. I was terrified…I was all alone in a burning village of people who despised me…and it was getting dark. I have a…rather irrational fear of the dark…I can't stand for it to be too dark…I need light. So there I sat, screaming and holding my Luka until some fancy dressed people showed up. They ripped Luka away from me and just tossed his away like he was some useless villager like the rest of them…they dragged me far away on chains they tied to my wrists and ankles. They took me to the place I once called home. The Trancy mansion."