A/N Blakes P.O.V
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I walked across the street over to a wooden and barely intact house. I stepped forward as boards creaked beneath my boots. An abandoned rocking chair was on the porch and weeds reached from the stairway entrance, to the rusty grey metal gates. As the wind brushed against it, it clanked like shakles and chains. Gates that are there to only remain me of what I'll become in the future.
"I'm Home." I mumbled under my breath as I opened the white multicolored door and closed it behind me. Papers overfilled the mailbox. Asking to be read. A broken window lets air in as I set down my boots in the shoe area I walked across the peach colored carpet. A dark red colored stain in the corner of the house that Mabel tried to wash out years before.

I walked into the kitchen and past the sink filled of pizza takeout boxes. I opened the fridge, its door covered with pictured I drew when I was younger. Surprise surprise, I wanted to be an artist. But looking back towards the dump I live in, we all know thats never going to happen.
Besides an artist who has to murder for a living? Nobody wants that. Taking out a coke, I popped the cap off and gulped it down. The acid taste staining my tastebuds. Bringing the bottle to my lips again I headed upstairs towards my room. "Mabel!" I shouted. "I'm home!"

"OK!" she shouted back. pushing into my room, I was greeted by laundry covered floors and an unmade bed. I keel promising to myself that I would clean up but I'm always too busy. Time keeps perishing in the wind. Sappy, huh? After setting my coke down on my desk, I fell down into my bed with a thud, closing my eyes.
I lied to Scarlet.

I slept next to Scarlet.

I had breakfast with her family.

"Ugh." What the hell is wrong with me?

"Maybe I like her?" I whispered to myself.

No I can't. I dismissed the thought. At least tried. She was geeky. Nervous. And fairly awkward. So why did I suddenly like that about her? I slammed a pillow to my face. "You. Don't. Like. Her" I convinced myself. "Yes you do!" Mabel shouted from the other room. Oh, I totally forgot. I have not a inch of privacy here. "You ship everyone!" I shouted, hoping she heard me through the thin plaster on the walls. "I ship you two the most!" She hollered at me. Of course she does. Slowly I closed my eyes. I looked around at the house I've been living in for years. 

Old memories came to taunt me as darkness blurred my vision. Faint voices seemed to emerge from the walls around me. A soft femine voice. A persistant male voice. A snarky teen voice. Memories. Probably one of the rare things I actually fear. 

We were in the Japanese retreat we used to live in back then. 

"Blake, you will take direct orders." Barked my father. The frown on his face reminding me he would always be displeased by my actions."Yes sir." I squeaked. That night I was awoken by Mabel. She was afraid, looking around frantically. "May May?" I asked with a yawn. Reffering her by the nickname I gave her. I still can't remember how old I was.

Only that I was young. Maybe 10 while Mabel was 16. "We need to leave, Blakey." She said in a soft voice. Fear hitched her voice. She was trembling. "Whats wrong." I asked. She looked down at me with tears in her eyes. "Let's go Blake." I only nodded wearily. She was my older sister and even though we fought, I still knew when to cut the shite and listen.
When I sat up, I realized the few things that I owned where packed up. Mabel had two packs slinked around her shoulder. Wrapping my blue blanket around me, I stumbled out of the bed. "Where are we going?" I was going to ask. But I saw the worry written on her face and immediately shut my mouth.

I stayed close to my sister as she hovered by the shadows. Stealthy moving past guards and into room from room. "Where's mommy?" I asked. She didn't answer. Maybe she didnt hear me? "Where's mo-" Mabel clasped her hands around my lips.

Our father emerged from one of the rooms. Mabel pulled me into the closet and left the door open ajar. "Just dispose of her." My father orderd to one of his workers. "Yes sir. The kids?" The man replied back. "Check on them." My father remarked. I felt Mabel go stiff. They passed us and took a turn around the hallway, dissapearing from sight.

"Blake we need to move, quickly." We scurried around until we reached the doors. As we reached for the handle a loud alarm started blaring from everywhere in the house. "FIND THEM!" Shouted my angry father. He was close."Run Blake." My sister spat, her rage pointed towards the voice nearing us. She tugged me forward, we headed for the trees.

I looked back.

Making eye contact with my father. His state bore into mine. Meanwhile I was hoisted away by my sister. "I will find you!" Growled my father.

"You can not escape destiny Blake, and you never will!" He shouted. His words dispersing into the fog surrounding us. And we ran, while the white moon leaked it's light on us.
She brought me to a friend's house, then we finally camped out here. Trying to get our life back on track. It's still not perfect, but it's better.

Before I realized it, I had drifted to sleep.

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A/N
Hey guys, This is a chapter technically past of Blake's past. Any guesses what happened? Comment below! I'll dedicate a chapter to the first person who guesses it right! Thanks for reading!
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