15 year old orphan Dahlia Satan Black has known how to throw knives and hack since she was a young child. She is an assassin; Silent shadow, she likes to street fight and street race and knows her way around a gun. She rich but pretends not to be be...
Guccihighwaters- im so sick if this ********************************
Recap ***
We entered the Cafe and made our way to the line "So what do you want?" He asked I shook my head. He sighed and nodded. He got his food and took us to the back where no one else was. ::::::;:;:::::::;::::::;:::::::::::;:;::::::::;:;:::::::::;
Dahlia's POV
We sat down and he started eating as i watched. I had forgotten what food had actually tasted like. I can never eat enough to get an actual taste. All i eat are apples or something small. I remember when they started doing the experiments on me.
Flashback
They came into my room to beat me like they always did. Then they tied me down on a table. The rubbed cream on my stomach but kept me awake. I was tied down so i couldn't move
Flashback over (Really bad flashback but oh well)
They had cut my stomach and made it the size of a small apple. "Im really sorry" Elena said to me "Its okay Elena" i replied. I was snapped out of my thoughts when i heard Someone calling my name
"DAHLIA!" I looked and saw it was Mason with some other people around him the ones from when i first came. They looked worried. I felt tears come down my face. "Are you okay love? We've been trying to call you? Lunch is over." 'Oh' i mouth. I got my stuff and got up. "Im gonna go home" i wrote down before they could say anything i was already running home. As i was running more tears fell. I made it home and was still crying. I ran through the living room where Klaus and Rose were. They ran after me but because of my wolf speed they werent even close.
I slammed my door closed and locked it. This usally happens once a month everything i push back hits me like a fucking semi truck. Elena was trying to get me to calm down but i blocked her out. When this happens its best to just be by myself with my own thoughts.
When this happens i need to do something but i cant go to the gym so I got some money, jumped out the window and walked to the nearest art supply store.
I picked up some sketch books, easel, canvases and obviously paint, pens, pencils and paint brushes. Then i went to the local library and bought tons of books on myths and legends and super hero's. I had to pay 20 bucks for each since they dont sell book.
I bought everything and called for an uber. I made it home and went in. When i closed the door everyone. When i say everyone i mean EVERYONE was there.
"Dahlia. Are you okay? Whats wrong? Did you get hurt?" I was bombarded with questions but i dont really care. When i went back to the orphanage i went to a psychiatrist i was diagnosed with manic depression. So i have these really bad episodes.
Thats why when i said i was gonna lose my mind if i didnt kill soon. I meant it. Killing keeps the episodes down. Guess what happened during lunch triggered.
"Dahlia!?" Klaus yelled I looked at him but just walked up to my room with my stuff. I heard them all talking but i ignored *************
Mason's POV
We've been looking every where for her ever since Klaus unlocked her door. "I dont know what happened we were just at lunch she zoned out. When she came she was crying then she said she was going home and she ran" i said to everyone "AND YOU LET HER GO!" Klaus yelled "How could he have known she would leave the house?" Rose says 'Thank you' i mouth to her. She nods "Where could she have gone?" "Maybe her job" my dad says
After he says that the front door opens and its Dahlia "Dahlia. Are you okay? Whats wrong? Did you get hurt?" Everyone asked but she zoned out again
"Dahlia!?" Klaus yelled She looked at him but just walked up to her room with the stuff she bought. "What just happened?" I asked "I dont know but for now thank you everybody for being here but i think its time for you to go" everyone said their goodbyes and left. Now it was just Klaus, Rose, my dad and me we just sat in silence thinking of Dahlia.
"You guys dont think its anything serious right? Maybe just a bad morning kinda thing?" I asked hopeful "I dont think so. Think about it Dahlia is bold, confident person, also she kills people for a living. That person we just saw wasnt Dahlia. That person that just looked at me had nothing in their eyes. There was nothing of Dahlia it was like she was a different person" Klaus said with his head in his hands.
"Lets go check on her" i got up not waiting for an answer but i knew they were behind me ********
Dahlia's POV
When i got to my room i set everything up and just started free painting. Not knowing what was gonna come of it. I was still painting when i heard footsteps coming close to my door. The door opened but i pretended like i didnt hear it and continued.
My front was facing them so they couldn't see. After a few minutes of silence i started to explain.
"On my third adoption i had been experimented on. They would beat me constantly. On one of the experiments they cut my stomach. They made it the size of a small apple. Thats why i cant eat much and why i throw up blood. After that i killed all of them and went back to the orphanage. I stopped talking and went to a psychiatrist i was diagnosed with manic depression. Killing people kept me calm and 'normal' i guess. At lunch when Mason was eating i guess i was jealous of him and everyone else. When i zoned out i had a flash back of when they cut my stomach out." I stopped for a second before continuing "They made me watch them cut me open." I finished painting and looked at it.
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I sighed and threw my paint brushes on my desk. I tugged on my hair and sighed "Whats wrong love" Mason asked *******************************
This is a different side to Dahlia the killer. If you dint like it too bad. But this may be the only chaoter like this ******************************** COMMENT&VOTE The painting is not mine. I found it on fucking Pinterest
