Thanks for reviewing! It really means a lot to me. :3 Oh and just so you know, the training center is the same thing as the Career Academy, k?
Clove POV
first day of training.
"You stupid worthless excuses for a girl!" He roared as he slapped me across the face with the back of his hand. Tears welled up in my eyes but I refused to let him see me cry. All I did was burn the toast. It's not like I put poison in his drink. Should have thought of that before. I think.
My mother gasped in horror as he pulled a knife from the kitchen cabinet. My eyes go wide."N-no!" My mother cried. "Stop!" She screams.
"Shut up Lena." He said with a chuckle. In on swift motion he turns to face her, pulls his arm back, and stabs her through the abdomen.
"NO!" I scream. The tears fall freely now as I see my mother collapse on to the floor. My mother was everything to me. She's kind,smart - beautiful. And her eyes. She had bright green eyes, like emeralds. But those eyes look cold,and glassy. Empty.
He did this to her, destroyed my life with one flick of his wist.
I start to shake, completely over taken by one thought.
K I L L.
My father just smiles at me. I Walk over to my mother and pull the knife out of her stomach, and turn to face my father. I jump forward and put the knife to his throat.
He grabs another knife off the the counter and pushes me to the ground. He bring the knife down hard of my leg and I scream in pain. I yank the knife out and throw it across the room. I jump on top of him and bring the knife to his throat once more.
He tries to pull me off him but I force the knife deeper till I see blood drip. I pull the knife back and stab him in the throat will all my strength. He gasps and I look him in the eye and smile. I can see the life slowly leave him. I put the tip of the blade to his heart. I grip the knife firmly and push down with all my might.
He gives a quite gasp, and he's gone. I slowly take the knife out of his chest and bring it down on his stomach. I do this again, and again in different spots. His arms, legs chest and neck. I can't stop myself, It's his fault that my mother is dead, I bring my knife down on his hands.
The hands the abused me and my mother for so many years. I stab him repeatedly in the heart till my hands are covered in blood. I grip the edge of the kitchen counter and try to stand. My leg is killing me, but I manage. Just then the door burst open.
Peace keepers. Six of them.
"What's going on hear, we got reports of people scream-." "Oh my god!" "What happened?" One of them yells. With a shaky voice I reply. "Self defence." I say while trying not to let any tears fall.
I don't succeed.
The only women Peace Keeper walk over to me and picks me up. She gasps when she sees my leg, but doesn't say anything. She walk over to the couch and sets me down.
"Ok pumpkin, you tell us exactly what happened, and every thing will be ok." She says. I nod. I usually don't like Peace Keepers, but this lady seems nice. I take a deep breath and tell her what happened. She writes down every thing I say, some times asking questions.
"And did you father do that to your leg?" She asks.
"Yes."I say quietly.
"Do you have anyone to take care of you?" She asks me.
I nod, "My aunt Macy." I say. My aunt Macy died two years ago. If I told them I had no one, I would be forced to live some where else.
I try not to watch as the other Peace Keepers drag my dead mother and father out of the small house.
"Here." Says the women Peace Keeper as she hands me a small antiseptic wipe from her bag.
"Thanks." I mumble. I put the cloth to my leg and clean the knife wound. I don't even bother to wipe the blood off my leg.
"We have to go now, are you gonna be ok?" She asks me with genuine concern. "We'll come back later."
I nod. "I have to leave too, training at the Career Academy starts in forty five minutes." I explain. I don't want to be late on the first day, knife wound or not.
As I stand, I notice a very heavy blood trail leading to the front door. I wince. She helps walk and we leave the house together. I give her a sad smile and we go are separate ways.
As soon as she's out of ear shot I begin to cry. I cry because I have no one. I have no other family, no one to look after me, no one that loves me.
Not to mention my leg feels like it's on fire.
When I'm almost to the training center I see a boy turn onto the road from a near by street. I try to stop my crying with little success. After a minute or two the tears just fall silently and I sniffle occasionally. All of the sudden the boy stops walking. As I'm about to pass him he surprises me by saying something.
"Are you ok?" He asks me.
"Yeah." I say, but my voice breaks.
"What happened to you?" He asks me.
"Nothing." I say while looking down.
"Who did that to you?" He asks, gesturing to my leg.
"No one." I know it's a dumb answer but what would I say anyway? My crazy father killed my mother then tried to kill me?
He sighs and walks faster, leaving me limping behind him.
I frown, and cry a little harder.
When I reach the training center a tough looking women raises her eyebrows at me. "Follow me." She says with a smirk.
I follow her and wipe away all of my tears, but I can not escape the pain I feel for my mothers death. The women leads me to a group of mostly girls and a handful of boys.
"What's your name?"She asks me.
"Clove." I say.
"Clove, would you like to the your new trainees why you were late?" I know what she's trying to do. She trying to embarrass me in front of all these kids.
I raise my eyebrows at her. "Are you blind?" I ask her. "Do not see my leg covered in blood?" I say agitated.
"That's no exscuse." She says.
"Well why don't you try walking three miles after someone stabbed you in the leg?" I ask her.
She doesn't answer.
"Do I still have to train today, cause my leg is killing me." I say.
"You can practice when your leg heals." She says some what dazed.
"Ok." I say as I take a seat on one of the mats.
I find out later that her name is Amari, and that she's very strict.
Aren't they all? I think humorlessly. I watch the kids practice, and man does it look hard.
But I have the extreme feeling of depression to pull my thoughts away from my future work at the training center.
"You're faking it."
"Huh?" I say and turn to the voice. It belong to a skinny boy with black hair.
"What?" I say confused.
"I don't believe you." He says while pointing at my leg. "What, do think I stabbed my own leg?" I say before turning away from him.
"Hey! Ivo, get back over here!" Yells Amari. 'Ivo' gives me one last look and jogging back over to Amari.
The day goes by painfully slow. By the time Amari says we can leave I'm emotional exhausted. I limp slightly, but my leg feels like it's on fire. I wait till most of the kids leave before slipping out the door. I'm half way home when I hear a voice.
"Who stabbed you?" I jump slightly in surprise. I turn to see who it is. Ah,great the kid from this morning. I would tell him but for some reason I really feel like I could cry any second. So I come up with the stupidest answer possible.
"N-no one." I say, stuttering slightly. He raises his eye brows.
"Oh so a knife just happened to get wedged in your leg?"he asks sarcastically.
"Yeah, I mean no." I say.
"You should get that checked out." He tell me. I make a face. No one cares about me. I have no one. Who would take me to see a doctor? He sighs and walk faster, leaving me behind him. Only then do I let my tears fall.