No 825

by Kariee

I come from a broken home.

Summary: I come from a broken home.

Content Disclaimer: I do not own the Carmen Sandiego franchise or its characters.

Content Warning: Rated T for dark theme.

Author's Note: It still haunts me. The number 825.

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Define 'home',

Family. Something I don't have.

I am strong. Stronger than all of them.

I am weak. Weakened from regrets.

So here I stand now, lingering in room number 825.

The room where all my friends died.

I look out the shattered window, and bodies hang like strange fruit from a crooked tree.

Here I stand now as a thief who has been stolen from.

Define 'war'

A fight for a cause. It was an illusion I had believed in too long.

I cannot leave room number 825 but here I am atop of the Tower.

The Tower of corpses in which I stand on now.

Define 'attack'

The best form of defense. I am defenseless.

I cannot kill. I cannot harm. Those are my rules.

Hypocritically, my hands drip red behind the locked doors of room 825.

Now, with this strength and this weakness.

I cannot protect anyone.

I do not sleep.

But I wake up in room number 825.