10 years later (Eleanor's POV)

"Get your bloody arse home now!" screeched Alyssa, a few citizens who were on the public bus with me turned to look. "I am coming home..." I said rather calmly, "well come home faster! Don't you know your sisters are going to a party tonight?" she scolded.

Umm...no, in fact, they don't share anything with me, therefore I don't always know what's going on in the bloody house!

Ever since mum died, dad had been taking care of me - but he wasn't THAT careful with things. He needed help. So, he turned to my old nanny Alyssa...the irresponsible...irritating, controlling woman I'm supposed to 'listen on at all costs, understand?'

"I-"

"Nevermind, I don't want to hear your stupid excuses" she snapped, "Oh! I was busy writing! Oh! I forgot! Oh! It slipped my mind" she mimicked. I rolled my eyes. "Just. Get. Home" then, she hung up.

My whole life has been a misery to me. My parents were barely around when I was just a child. Now? My father was rarely home, as he had to go to work...my mother died, and now I'm serving an irresponsible 'mother' with her daughters I'm supposed to call sisters!

I put my phone down. I didn't really want to use it. It was only 2 years ago when a 'genius' named Richmond Valentine tried to kill us all. I swear to god, I almost killed Ruby - who was only 13 back then and almost got killed by Alyssa, who was being attacked by her older daughter Rebekah. Ever since then, I had this slight fear of phones...

"Selfie! C'mon!" squealed a girl from behind. I glanced out the window. To my surprise, there was a man with a gun pointing at the bus.

Red light. Shit!

I braced myself as the window shattered. A bullet went straight through the girl's phone. The people on the bus started screaming and panicking. I only stayed down, since I was the closest to the window, I didn't want to get shot.

More gunshots. I looked to my left, hiding my face from the window on my right, a young man with a suit and umbrella stood up and staring shooting the man on the street outside.

People began to stand and scramble off the bus. Instead many ended up dead. "oh god..." I muttered as the girl behind me now had a bullet to the head. I flung my backpack onto my shoulder, grabbed my metal waterbottle and slowly crawled out the bus. An explosion echoed.

"Holy shit!" cried the man in the suit. I wondered if he saw me. I hid under the seat, with my waterbottle clenched in my hand...incase anyone attacked, I can smash it on their head and perhaps they'll die?

"You little son of a bitch" said someone, spitting onto the floor, "you think you can stop me, boy?" I didn't care to watch. But a part of me forced me to. The older man with a dirty green jacket and jeans, with his pockets filled with bullets, had his gun directly aimed at the gentlemen with the suit. The older man had his back facing me, I slowly shifted, luckily I made no noise.

"Sorry sir," said the man in the suit, "what makes you think you can stop me? Dickhead" he smirked. The older man snickered, "you are a boy, I, on the other hand, am a man." He cocked his gun, "any last words?"

I couldn't control my limbs, my feet began to move, I stood up quietly, and sprang towards the man with the ugly fashion sense. It all felt like an action movie...I used a seat to gain me more force and gravity, I jumped and...

Clang

The man's head started bleeding, blood spilled everywhere. He wasn't knocked out. He was dead. At least...I think he's dead...

Holy shit. I murdered someone.

There was then another gunshot. Another window shattered. The younger man put himself in front of me and protected me from the glass. He snatched the dead man's gun and started shooting the others. I knelt down and tried to hide from the bullets flying right past me. I saw another gun, it was in the dead man's jacket. I reached for the gun, then a someone grabbed my wrist.

The man wasn't dead!

We tried to snatch the gun, he put his arm around my neck to tried to strangle me. I squirmed and kicked, sending bullets flying from the gun and onto the roof of the bus. I used my spare hand, and reached for a piece of sharp glass, and stabbed the man behind me. He screamed in pain, loosening his grip on my arm. I elbowed his stomach and snatched the gun out of his hands. I grabbed something metallic - a waterbottle and hit his let. Surely that would leave more than just a bruise.

"Shoot him!" yelled the younger man.

"No!" I cried. The older man was back up, he took the piece of glass out his arm and threw it away. I was on the floor, I crawled backwards, still holding the gun in my hand. The older man pulled out a knife.

Shit. I'm going to die.

Then, blood came exploding from his chest, nearly hitting me. He stood for a while and fell forwards, his injured head just in front of my feet. I looked at the dead body...stunned...

I looked up at the gentlemen with the suit, who offered his hand to help me up. I took it without hesitation.

"Eggsy" he said, shaking my hand firmly, "Eleanor" he smiled and glanced at the police cars coming to clean up the mess, and arrest the men who blew up several cars, killed many of the innocent citizens and of course, those who injured many.

"You alright?" He asked picking a folder up, "yeah...I guess..." I said looking at my wrists cut from glass. "Where did you learn how to fight like that?" he asked.

Good question...I don't.

"I didn't learn...it just...kicked in" I said awkwardly. He smiled, "right, let's umm...get off this bus" he said. I nodded and flung my bag onto my shoulder. I then examined the waterbottle. Dear lord, Alyssa's going to kill me.

"You alright?" he asked once more. I guess he noticed the sour look on my face. "Yeah...Well...I know my step mom's going to kill me...and I've practically murdered a guy..." I said uncertainly, "with your help" I added. "Right..." he said scratching his head, "well," he said as he placed his hands on my shoulders, "stay safe and...I'll see you sometime then, Eleanor" he said with a wink. Just like that, he walked out of my life.


I searched my bag. Shit. My keys. Either I didn't bring them...or they were on the bus...either way, shit.

I rang the doorbell, but instead of an open door, it was the sound of maniacs giggling. "Rebekah, Ruby, let me in!" I cried, more giggling. Luckily I always keep an extra key under the doormat just in case this happened. I unlocked the door, "why can't you-"

I was pushed out the door, the key to my house was snatched out of my hands. The door slammed shut. I stood outside my father's white elegant door. Sighing, I decided to climb to my room.

No, I am not going to die, I've done this countless times before!

I grab hold of the lamp next to my door, and stepped onto this little tab that sticks out from the house, I reached up to the bricks leading to my room, I pushed myself up and I was then standing right in front of my window. Inside my room, Rebekah and Ruby were giggling and whispering, on Rebekah's hand was not one, but two keys.

I get it. They locked the window. I smiled innocently, then my phone rang. "Ella! Where the bloody hell are you?" shoutedAlyssa, "on the roof" I answered simply, "what the fuck are you doing on the roof?" she said mimicking my voice. "Well, the reason why I'm on the fucking roof, is because my sisters locked me out of my own house!" I said trying to restrain myself from breaking the glass and hopefully hurting my 2 step-sisters that treat me like shit. "GIRLS? LET YOUR IDIOT MA-SISTER, I MEANT SISTER, IN" she cried.

Pretty sure she wanted to call me a maid.

The girls groaned and unlocked the window, I climbed in. "Whao what happened?" asked Ruby pointing to my wrist. The blood had dried, leaving scabs here and there. "Check the news" I said simply. She rolled her eyes and left my room. "You're not cutting yourself are you?" asked Rebekah, with a slight tone of worry. "Why do you care?" I asked, "I just...nothing" she said leaving my room as well.

What is going on. First, a public bus gets attacked, then, I kill a man with the help of a stranger named Eggsy. Then, I get locked out of my own house, and theres more! My step sisters care about how I got these scabs?! Am I dreaming? If I am, God, wake me from this nightmare!

"Ella! Go help the girls dress up for their party!" cried Alyssa. I sighed and put my bag down. I grabbed a hairband and tied a messy ponytail. My dirty-blonde bangs were down and my ponytail was tied slightly to my right, so my long, wavy hair can rest on my shoulder.

"Eleanor! The gold top or the blue one?" asked Rebekah, "uhh...blue" I said slightly shocked by why she was asking me this. "Ella! Come tie my hair!" cried Ruby, who was sitting in front of a mirror. "Right, Oliver's going to be there, so tie my hair neatly! Into a waterfall braid of something!" she said. I sighed, but obeyed.

After the two girls got ready, Alyssa shouted my name, and ordered me to come downstairs.

"What?" I said in an annoyed tone, "go buy me some rum" she said handing me some money, "go!" she shooed. I rolled my eyes and went out the door. I looked at the money in my hands, and before I could think of anything else, I bumped into something...no someone...

Alyssa's boyfriend - yes she was cheating on my dad, but I can't tell him, she'll kill me! "Snuck out to get some weed, eh?" he snorted, his gang of 'friends' snickered at his joke, "no...your girlfriend told me to get some rum" I said trying to walk past the fat man. "Make sure you return with the rum unopened!" he said shoving me out the way. "I don't drink alcohol" I muttered under my breath, "what was that?" he demanded, "nothing!" I said simply.

As I was about to walk down the stairs, one of his 'friends' tripped me, causing me to lose balance. I tumbled down the stairs, dropping a few coins Alyssa gave me. Before anything else...I felt a tear roll down my cheek...when will my misery end?