A/N: :-:-: = Flashbacks. Bold/Italics = the other her talking to just her. Bold = The other half talking through her. Also, I don't own Shatter Me. Why do I keep forgetting that?!
My earliest memories are the hospitals. Doctors. Examinations. Needles. I was different. Dangerous. The doctors were trying to fix me. My parents wouldn't talk to me. They wouldn't even look at me, no matter how much I cried. Throughout my life, I suffered through medications, tests, electroshock, psychological cross-examinations. But nothing worked.
I would never be normal. My parents hated me. They wanted a normal child, but I stood in the way. They could never hope to have more children with me around. Day after day, I tried so hard to be good, doing my chores without complaint, never fighting back, keeping my grades up, and treating everyone around me with kindness. I hoped that if I was good enough, smart enough, kind enough, everyone would change their minds about me. I hoped my parents would love me. I hoped the world would give me a chance.
But it never worked. I was being quiet because I was insane. I was smart because I was a psychopath. I was kind because I was trying to trick everyone.
Everyone always found a reason to label me as a monster. My best efforts yielded only punishment.
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Juliette continued to stumble down the halls. She knew where the showers were, but she'd passed them and was now lost. She'd passed some of the other patients prisoners on her way. Most just ignored her, a few tried to ask her why she was going the wrong way, which Juliette ignored. It was strange… it was almost as if an invisible force was pushing her, compelling her forward.
Juliette didn't really know where she was going, but she had all the time in the world to look for the exit. She didn't care if she was lost in these halls forever. She didn't care if the soldiers came storming in to shoot her until her bullet riddled corpse hit the floor in a pool of blood.
It didn't matter anymore.
Juliette came into a room filled with light that made her eyes feel like they were being burned from their sockets and she squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing them desperately.
"Freeze!"
Juliette froze.
"Put your hands in the air!"
Juliette looked up to see two guards glaring at her through rifle scopes.
"Did you hear us? Get down on your knees!"
Juliette felt a surge of anger that felt somehow… alien.
How dare these people try to block us from our freedom? How dare they?!
Not quite knowing what she was doing, Juliette grabbed on of the guns by the barrel, squeezing hard, arm completely numb at this point, and the reinforced metal crumpled like a crushed soda can. The numbness spread throughout her body and she blacked out.
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Juliette woke up in a damp cave, confused as she tried to remember what had happened, what brought her here. Sitting up, Juliette realized that her clothes felt wetter than she last remembered and looked down, gasping in horror. Blood covered her hands in a thick sheet, splattered across her hoodie and face. Panic filled Juliette's mind and she began frantically wiping her hands of her pants, on the verge of tears.
Where did all this blood come from?! Whose blood is this?! Juliette suddenly remembered those guards and her unexplainable anger. What happened?
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Shocked silence. Everyone in the room was surprised, which was broken as She yanked the now useless gun out of the still-stunned guard's hand, kicking him down before raising the weapon above Her head.
CRUNCH. The first blow landed hard and true, breaking his jaw and shattering his teeth to splinters. A shrill scream. Another blow crushed his windpipe. Choking and weak cries. Another blow broke his cheekbone and made his eye burst open. Nothing but a wet gurgle. The final blow split his skull open like an egg, the broken skull the fragile shell, the brain the yolk.
Silence.
The other guard cocked his gun and She ran at him, not flinching at the erupting gunfire as She clocked him across the head, knocking him to the ground in a pool of blood. She ran for the doors, bursting out into sunlight and continued to run, seeing the mountains and running for them. They would be a suitable hiding spot.
More gunshots interrupted Her thoughts. They were shooting at Her! Forcing Her legs to pump harder, She threw the gun over her shoulder as she reached the dead forest surrounding the mountain, allowing herself to be swallowed by the rotting carcasses.
