Chapter 8 : The triplets by heart
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Akasha had snapped.
Whatever little sanity she had once possessed after she had been released from the asylum and brought here had dissipated.
And everyone saw it.
She was outside the Slytherin common room, just outside the portrait of the unfriendly looking rich dude.
She was pacing, back and forth her hands sometimes pulling her hair, sometimes running through it, sometimes hitting her head, sometimes just doing anything so she could move them.
And it wasn't like it was late at night where no one would see her.
No, this was the day after the whole Sirius black is your father, he's half dead you have to save him situation.
And when day was being said, it means day.
By any normal clock it would be 3:30, right after classes. Everyone had just gotten out along with her when she snapped. She had avoided Draco Malfoy all day, but he went past her while going into the common room, and smirked. And it drove her up the wall. Everyone was watching her, all the Slytherins, many Ravenclaws, a few random Hufflepuffs and a whole group of Gryffindors.
She screamed, and screamed again while pulling on her hair.
"No. Can't do it. I can't. Nope. Never again. It's happening all over. I'm going to die. And if I don't, I'll make sure I do. Can't do it. Can't take it. I'm weak. I'm pathetically weak. Weak. I'm going to die. Die. Die. DIE!" She screamed. Some of the Slytherins were getting a kick out of this, while other's including the bitch's who thought they had taken her in (Pansy, Mildred, and their posse) were scared of her and for her.
"Akasha, calm down." Someone said. But she couldn't hear them. All she could hear was the memories.
'You filthy bitch!'
'Stay away from me!'
'Nope. You're mine. You heard what he says. He says freaks like you have no right being here. Now get over here!'
'No!'
'GET OVER HERE!'
The sound was so loud. So loud. She wanted to cry, but that would show him fear, fear which she didn't own. It wasn't tears of fear she wanted to shed, it was tears of anger, angst and a passion to murder him.
'GO TO HELL!' Truth screamed.
'You filthy freak,' he hissed. 'You, you and your know-it-all ways. You're just a whore looking for a fuck aren't you? Come on, I swear, I'll make sure no boy lays his hands on you!'
'STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCK-BAG!' She screamed. The door opened then, a gust of wind whipping hair across her face. Damnit. That would be bad. The taps burst in anger. Water sprayed across the kitchen, giving her time. Time enough to grab the butcher knife.
Not to kill.
She couldn't let her instints give in.
She was not the animal she knew she could be.
She would never give into that craving.
She would do it for defense, that's all.
She ran for the counter, as fast as her long legs would go, but----
"Akasha, calm down." The voice said again.
"No! NO! He's going to find me. He's going to get me, I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean too. You know it. I didn't mean to kill him…" She sobbed. She was grabbed by someone from behind. She kicked and screamed for him to get off of her.
"PLEASE! NO! GET AWAY! NO! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY! I SWEAR, DON'T DO IT PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" She screamed. A mix of what she feared and what she didn't washed over her, until all her sanity she needed looked into her eyes.
Charlie.
"Akasha. Shh, it's okay. He can't get you anymore. No more. He's gone. He's gone. It's okay. It's okay." For some reason she started to shiver. She grabbed her stomach which at once felt like an ocean, swirling angrily. She looked at him.
"Charlie?" She asked. He was the only one to know what she was going through. No. That was a lie. There were two others who could guess.
"Yeah, it's me. It's okay. It's okay." He soothed. She hugged him and dug her finger tips into his back, but he didn't care, because he had done it so many times to her.
"Akasha?" Someone else screamed.
That voice was familiar, even in her odd out-of-it daze.
Draco Malfoy appeared beside Charlie. He seemed concerned, for once the smirk had finally been wiped from his face. "What happened?" He asked Charlie. Charlie must have heard somehow what had happened yesterday involving Malfoy, her, the wall, and overpowering. He glared angrily at him.
"What do you care?" He asked with angry eyes. "She finally broke. You lead her too it. Go away." He hissed.
"No." Malfoy answered simply. Malfoy knew what it was like too. Storm had told her last night. As soon as she had found out he kissed her she (in blind rage) went into his mind to pick the image out and somehow harm him with it. But somehow, she stumbled across even more disturbing memories concerning him and his father who never loved him. Storm had told her that it was 'a plea to be loved'.
"Akasha?" Another voice asked. She knew that one too. Who's was that? She looked behind Charlie, to see Harry running towards them. Harry noticed Malfoy at once.
"What are you doing here?" He hissed.
"Helping someone. What are you doing here?"
"Helping a friend." Harry told. Draco sneered.
"Akasha, are you okay? Can you walk?" Charlie asked.
"She had a break down, not a seizure." Malfoy mocked.
"Well Mr. Obvious," Charlie told. "Last time she couldn't walk or speak." He rubbed in that he knew this and Malfoy did not. He hauled Akasha to her feet but she slid back down again. He was too tall.
The closest one to her height was Harry. He went on her right side, Malfoy on her left because he was determined to help and he was shorter then Charlie. Charlie just lead the way.
"...Ms. Black, are you listening?...Ms. Black?" A distant voice asked. She snapped her eyes towards the professor, as if he was a insignificant creature waking a tiger up from her slumber. Her eyes were even more powerful looking now. A crystal gray, almost like a light pencil shading and around that a day as-hard-as-you-can-press lead color. "Ms. Black, I must inform you the students are afraid of what they heard."
"What did they hear?" She asked Dumbledore, not really paying attention. He looked at her as if to see if she was mocking him.
"They heard quote unquote 'He's going to find me. He's going to get me, I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean too. You know it. I didn't mean to kill him…' and that has scared them all. There is nothing we can do to erase it now, because the words came from your own mouth." She groaned.
"I can't take this again. Last time everyone found out, I was kicked out of school due to technicalities because I had to beat up this one kid because he called me a 'Fucking Nigger Ghetto Murderer'."
"Well, you can not do that here. We will have to work something out. Maybe coucilling?"
"Coucaling doesn't help." She sighed. "Don't you think 3 months in the asylum would tell you that?" She asked.
"I suppose it would. But now, what if I told you that you would be having these with students you know well as your friends?"
"My friends?" She asked looking at the three boys but raising one side of her lip towards Malfoy.
"Yes. What if I told you Storm, Draco, Harry, and Charlie would be doing these?" He asked. She looked at Draco.
"Um."
"Well, I believe after what happened they are mandatory. Of course, you would not have to tell these friends about everything, as you do go to school together and it would be uncomfortable. I would completely understand if that was the case." She nodded.
"Thank you Professor." She told. She (for the third time this week…once for a detention) again stood up from the chair and holding her temple walked out without another word.
"Okay, first coucilling session." Malfoy said as they moved on towards the hospital wing. After all the pulling at hair and hitting her head somewhere along those lines just above her hair line near her right ear had begun bleeding. Malfoy, Charlie, and Harry were accompanying her. She looked at him.
"I don't need one right now."
"That's not what the blood on your face says."
"Fine. What?" She asked venomously.
"Who did you kill?" He asked.
She looked at him. Maybe if I tell him, he'll just leave me alone. She thought. It could scare him off.
"My adopted parents and brother." She told.
"Why?" Harry found himself asking. She looked at him, shocked that he would actually ask something. She looked at him and back down at her hands.
"For reasons unknown."
"Reasons unknown? There must have been reasons." Draco pried.
"And there were." She assured.
Charlie couldn't help himself when he opened his mouth to ask,
"What were you remembering?"
"Who says I was remembering anything?" She hissed back. Angry at them all.
"Well, 'I didn't mean to kill him', 'please let me go', 'I'm sorry I won't do it again', 'he's going to find me', and 'he's going to kill me' kinda leaned me toward the topic."
She couldn't help but remembering it all.
Between her 'brother' Alex, her 'father' Tom, and her 'mother' Gabrielle.
'You filthy bitch!' Alex hissed from across the kitchen.
'Stay away from me!' Akasha yelled back.
'Nope. You're mine. You heard what he says. He says freaks like you have no right being here. Now get over here!' He screamed. She shook her head.
'No!'
'GET OVER HERE!' He said with more power. She flinched at the sound but stood her ground, to afraid to do much else.
The sound was so loud. So loud. She wanted to cry, but that would show him fear, fear which she didn't own. It wasn't tears of fear she wanted to shed, it was tears of anger, angst and a passion to murder him.
'GO TO HELL!' Akasha screamed.
'You filthy freak,' he hissed. 'You, you and your know-it-all ways. You're just a whore looking for a fuck aren't you? Come on, I swear, I'll make sure no boy lays his hands on you!' He said mockingly making her smile. She wouldn't be too surprised if he was planning to rape her. And somehow, if she ever said something say she wanted it.
'STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCK-BAG!' She screamed. The door opened then, a gust of wind whipping hair across her face. Damnit. That would be bad. The taps burst in anger. Water sprayed across the kitchen, giving her time. Time enough to grab the butcher knife.
Not to kill.
She couldn't let her instints give in.
She was not the animal she knew she could be.
She would never give into that craving.
She would do it for defense, that's all.
She ran for the counter, as fast as her long legs would go, but Tom and Gabrielle ran in, grabbing it before her. She knew there was no pleading with them. Whatever their perfect biological son said went, and that includes rape and murder. She backed away. Not even karote would help now. There were three of them…one with a knife, no. Wouldn't work. It'd be different if they advanced one at a time, but they were advancing together.
She ran to the corner. Bad move. The window would take to long to get open, and the door was in between them. She had no time, and she had no room because they were slowly suffocating her. She had no time, she had no escape. She looked frantically for something, anything. But nothing clicked for any plans. Then she saw it.
She was backed up against the stove.
An idea formed in her mind. But, the taps were running, that would be to wet, meaning nothing would happen. No. Something would happen. It would have too. She turned on the gas stove and pushed her hand into the flame.
Why didn't it hurt?
She advanced towards them now, her hand aflame. But it didn't hurt, and it wasn't spreading up her sleeve. She whispered a stupid incantation just in case.
'Power of the elements,
will of the years,
give me the power,
erase all my fears.
By the earth, the water,
The fire, the wind,
The moon, the sun.
Protect me.'
And that's when it happened.
She killed them.
She looked at her hand. The scar was still there. It was just off color because the flames had in fact burned her hand. The scar from when Alex was flailing with the knife, stung at her side.
She lifted up her shirt to her ribs and looked at the deep gash. She looked to Charlie, Harry, and Draco. She had forgotten they were there. She looked at all the boys individually and lowered her shirt. They were getting to much entertainment from her raising her shirt that high.
Charlie knew what it was just by that.
She was thinking about the end. He looked at her.
"It's over you know."
"No, it's not." She said. I still have the sensation for blood.