Five's P.O.V.

"See? She's even blaming you for writing that book!" Diego shouted. "I know! I'll admit, I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry," Vanya said, on the edge of tears. Diego scoffed and stood up and walked towards her. "Are you? Are you sorry? Because it doesn't do a bit of good because the damage is done! You exposed us! And you didn't fucking care!"

"I did care!" Vanya sobbed as she wiped away tears that were falling down her cheeks. "No, you didn't, or you never would've written it! Maybe if you hadn't written that book, you would still have a good relationship with us! And maybe, Anna would still be alive!" Diego shouted, taking Klaus's glass and throwing it against the wall where the broken shard of my glass was. "I was angry, and I didn't think about the people I would hurt!" Vanya tried to explain, but her tears kept cutting her off.

"Maybe you should go," Diego shook his head before sitting back down. Vanya stood up from the couch. but I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. "Vanya, no one leaves until we read through the whole thing," I whispered. "Wait, we're not at the end of this yet?!" Luther asked. "No, Anna said that there's more. She's going to talk about the experiments dad did on her!" I answered.

Diego walked towards us, took the notebook from Vanya's hands, and threw it towards the fireplace. But before it landed on the burning wood, I teleported towards the fireplace and caught it, letting out a breath of relief. "Stop this foolishness at once!" Pogo demanded. We all looked at each other and saw that Pogo was becoming tired of this. So we all stopped talking, and the room filled with silence. "Do you all want to know if Anna's telling the truth about the experiments or not?" he asked. We all looked at each other and knew that if we couldn't handle what Anna had exposed, it would be better if someone else talked about it. Someone who was there when it happened.

"Yes," We all said at the same time. We sat on the couches, and Pogo took the notebook and placed it on the table next to him. "I was there, I helped him with some of the experiments. Some of them I regret doing on Anna," Pogo shuddered as he recalled the memories. "What kind of experiments did he do?" I asked as calmly as I could. "After Klaus and Allison left the academy, Anna, Vanya and Luther were the only ones left, and after Ben's death, your father didn't feel comfortable with sending Anna on missions with Luther," Pogo began to explain.

"So, what kind of experiments did he do on her?" Allison asked. Pogo let out a small sigh and rubbed his temples, shaking his head. "He tried to get inside her mind and try to find out what caused her to freeze up during that mission. And every time he went deeper into her mind, it hurt her so much, and she blacked out every time,"

I was in shock, I knew that father was a sick man, but I never thought he would try to get inside her head. "He could've killed her!" I gasped. Pogo nodded his head and continued, "Every time he experimented on her, I would watch over her when she blacked out to make sure she woke up, and we talked for a while about it, and she kept begging me to tell your father to stop, but unfortunately I couldn't disobey his orders,"

"Sick bastard, you could've stopped him! You could've told him that he was killing her!" Diego growled. Since when did Diego care about Anna? "I know, and I regret that so much,"  Pogo sighed. I grabbed Anna's notebook, and I flipped to the next page to see if what Pogo said had matched Anna's story. Not that I didn't believe her, but I just wanted to be sure that Pogo wasn't lying.

******* 

You may be wondering why I'm continuing to write about my reasons after I exposed all of my siblings. But, you remember those experiments I mentioned in Vanya's story?  Well, this is it. All of you are on this list. But there is one person who is the main reason for my depression and my death.

Our father. The "great" Sir Reginald Hargreeves. Even saying his name makes my body quiver in rage. 

If there was one thing in Vanya's book that she got right, it's that he never cared about any of us. Sure, he may have adopted us. But when we got older, he wasn't a father. He was an angry professor. "Number Eight, no talking during meals!" "Number Eight, don't do this! Don't do that!" You get the point.

I will never forgive him for some of the things he said to me. You all know exactly what I'm talking about if you've made it this far. But, the one thing I will absolutely, never in my life forgive him for is the experiments he did on me. He ruined my life because of those experiments. Not only did he experiment on me, he refused to take responsibility for what he did. 

When Klaus and Allison left, it was just me, Vanya, and Luther. After Ben's death, I wasn't allowed to go on any more missions. Father claimed that it was too dangerous for me to go out. I was pissed when he said that. I already felt bad about Ben's death, but claiming that I was dangerous was a whole other thing. A year after that, Pogo told me that Father wanted to see me in his office. But, there was one problem, none of us were allowed to step a foot into his office.

He never claimed why, but he made that another one of his stupid rules. I stood outside of his office as he talked to me, telling me that he would be conducting experiments on me. And to report to him at 3 pm sharp. Keep in mind, this was a long time ago, so I was about fifteen. I did what he said and met him outside of his office, and we took the elevator down to the basement, where he took me to a room that had scary-looking machines. Pogo was down there too.

"What are we doing down here?" I asked. "We're going to take a look inside your mind, Number Eight," I was a little scared when he said that, but I nodded and laid down on a small gurney where Pogo had attached small clamps to my head and strapped me down to the gurney. "Wait, how is this going to help you look inside my mind?" I asked, slightly squirming under the grasp of the bindings.

He didn't answer but took a seat next to a small monitor that was attached to the clamps. He nodded for Pogo to turn the machine on, and the moment he did, electric volts went through my body, and I started to scream in pain. A minute later, the machine shut off, and Father told Pogo to increase the voltage. It hurt more than the last, and every time he increased the voltage, I would scream louder and louder until I blacked out.

I would wake up later that day in my room with my head throbbing like mad, and all my muscles were aching. And every day, I would go through the same experiments. No, experiments isn't a good word for it. It was torture, physical and mental torture. I knew the exact reason why he was doing this, even though he never admitted it to me. He was doing this so he could find out why I froze up during that deadly mission.

The experiments continued for weeks, and I was put through more pain. Until one day, when he told Pogo to turn on the voltage, he wanted him to set the voltage to the maximum. "Are you sure you want to do this? This is highly dangerous, especially for a brain as young as Anna's," Pogo asked. "DO IT!" he shouted. Pogo looked over at me with reluctance and turned on the machine. I screamed myself hoarse as the electricity passed through my body. I begged him, "Please, Father!" but he didn't stop the flow.

At that moment, it felt like I was already dead. A minute into the torture, I blacked out, and according to Grace, I was in a coma for a few weeks. When I woke up, the sounds of the electricity passing through my body filled my ears, and I screamed louder than I ever had before. Grace walked in and told me that I was lucky to be alive but that she had some bad news for me. 

Along with telling me that father had died, she told me that I had suffered severe brain damage, and because of it, certain messages to my brain were cut off. One of them was some of the puberty hormones. "I'm afraid that you will be stuck in your fifteen-year-old body for a long time, and unfortunately, the chances of you conceiving children successfully, are about 5%," I was heartbroken was she told me that. The one thing I wanted to do was to have children.

My life was officially over. I would never be able to see my wedding day or have children of my own. I would be stuck as a fifteen-year-old girl for the rest of my life.

So, thank you, father. You officially ruined my life.