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                             Tainted Bullets

It was never supposed to be like this. In the end, I had planned on how I wanted it to end. It had always been glorious, and I had wanted to send everybody off with a smile. But now…now it's all ruined. My glorious ending went down the shitter, and now all I can do is lay here. Helpless amongst the rustic, golden bullets, that are stained with the imperfect red liquid that symbolizes the end of something that once was.  It was the blood of me, now deranged and heading toward insanity, and my friends and allies. I was never one of them, nor was I ever supposed to be. I should not have even known of their existence. But being the ever-so-curious, sticking my nose in everyone's business bitch that I am; I found them out, and now, this was my price.

       Chapter One: New York
My name, as I remember it, was Helena Soloveitchi. I was born in Slovakia, but raised in Germany. My parents were very strict, and most of the time, it felt that if you were to drop a needle, and make the slightest mark on the kitchen floor; my mother would be screaming at you in an instant. You were always pressurized to stay in line, and not screw up anything. Hell, if my father assigned me with designing a rocket, they'd still get pissed and scream at me for hours on end. And when I say "scream", I literally mean scream. Not yell; scream. My life was chaotic, but I somehow always managed to stay on top of it all. I kept up my grades, and never let them get below a B, I was perfectly well-rounded, as I played many sports, instruments, and was an exceedingly above average artist. I was pretty much, the perfect child, but my parents thought differently. They'd criticize mercilessly, wasting their breathe on attempting to slaughter my confidence. And maybe it was a good thing that they nearly broke me, because otherwise I wouldn't have run away.
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"Helena!" My friend Hazel called out at me, very concerned, "Are you sure you want to do this? Seriously, this could end up really bad! What if you got kidnapped by some weird foreign dude-" She gasped "Or worse…"

I sighed, now I was wondering why I had even told anyone. I should've just left randomly in the night, with no trace of it being of my will, "Um, Hazel, You won't tell anyone right? I mean, I promise to write you, just as long as you manage to check the mail before your parents."

Hazel's earth green eyes pierced into my sky blue ones, as she gave me a serious look, "I won't. But you need to promise me Helena, don't fall in with the wrong group of people. From what I've heard from Anthony, America can be really sketchy at times. So be careful."

And I took her words to heart, and nodded in agreement. Hazel's brother Anthony was an art student who had recently moved to California. If he, who had lived in America for four months, said anything that should make me keep my guard up, then I sure as hell would.

"Well then, now that that's out of the way, how are you going to get there? You're leaving tonight, so you must have some plan." Hazel asked, sounding peppier about my situation than before.

Then, as casually as I could say, I replied, "Well, it's nothing too drastic, I'm just gonna stow away on some food ship…nothing too bad."

Well that was it, "WHHAAAAT???!!! Nothing too bad?! What the hell, Helena? Do you know what kinds of people run those ships?"

I laughed, "Don't sweat it, It's a food ship. It's not like I'm gonna starve or anything. AND I'm packing some stuff, so it won't be all dreary and shit."

Hazel wasn't looking too relieved, but she was showing signs of improving after her next question, "Promise me you'll bring a knife?"

"As many knives as you want me too." I nodded.

Hazel, after a while, seemed kind of excited about the whole thing. She kept attacking me with random questions like, "Do you think you'll meet any guys?" And each time I would respond with a "WTF" look and then I'd resume packing. And speaking of packing, Hazel also made sure to give me at least 50 packs of stationary and pens. But all good things must come to an end. So, as if on cue, right when the clock struck 8, my mother busted into my room,

"Helena, Miss Schoenlever has to leave now." Her voice sounded calm, yet icy. As if my mother was trying her best not to beat my face in right then and there. Hazel shot me a look of pity as she mouthed out, "I see why you're leaving." Hazel reluctantly left my room.

My mother continued to smile as we listened to Hazel's footsteps exit the hall, trudge down the stairs, and then…the sound of the front door closing came once and for all. And that was her cue. Her smile vanished, and slowly curled into a frown, her eyes grew wide and filled with hatred and agony. I knew what to expect, I was used to this. It happened every time. First, her face shifted into that of a monster. Second, she'd turn to face me and grab my chin. Never hesitating to dig her fingernails into my fragile skin, which was easy to break. Third, she'd throw me on to the floor, and the rest. Well, it changed every time. Each day, a new beating. That was what applied to my mother the most. It sickened me how she had twisted something as pleasant as "Each day, a new beginning." Into that crap she spews out every night.

And as I said earlier, all good things must come to an end. My brief moment of bliss was again lost, and the beatings began.

Using one hand, she pinned my wrists up to the wall, digging her nails under my skin. I gritted my teeth, as my blood started to trickle down my arm and on to my bedroom floor. And with the other hand, she smacked me across the face, with pretty much all of her force. I fell to the ground again, this time not expecting to be picked back up. My face stung as if it had been salted, and then the biggest ice block ever melted, and forced the slat into my skin;  causing a chemical reaction of agonizing pain.  I didn't cry out, because that was what I always felt, and I knew it wasn't the worst.

"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" My mother screamed at me. I was taken aback. This was new…She had never asked me this before. "I heard you…I HEARD YOU TALKING WITH THAT BITCH, HAZEL! You're going to leave me here, all alone? But I'll miss you…Why are you leaving? WHY?!"

My heart sank. All of my hopes to get out of here were shattered. Now that she knew, what would she do now? Put locks on the windows? Put up cameras? Electric wiring on all of the doors? My mind started racing with the endless possibilities my mother could come up with. But not one of them had prepared me for this,
"Well, to make sure you stay here…forever…I guess I'll just have to make the arrangements for it."

In an instant, I was pinned on my back; I shut my eyes as tears streamed down my face. They stung my wounds with their warmth, but all the same, it felt good to feel some form of warmth.

When I reopened my eyes, I was greeted with a Swiss-Army knife right in front of my face, "Y-you're going to st-st-stay here He-Helena. You're going to be with me forever. FOREVER!"

I shrieked at the top of my lungs, using up every breath. And then, with every ounce of strength, I shoved my mother off of me and grabbed the knife, "No. I'll never see you again." And with those final words, I grabbed my bag and ran.

I darted off toward the docks, and with 45 minutes to spare until the ship's arrival, I flung myself down onto the ocean spray- coated dock and I cried, no sobbed into the wooden planks. The world around me was dark and silent. I could only hear to sound of waves gently traveling up to shore and moving back again. I was ready to leave Germany, forever.

Description
                             Tainted Bullets

It was never supposed to be like this. In the end, I had planned on how I wanted it to end. It had always been glorious, and I had wanted to send everybody off with a smile. But now…now it's all ruined. My glorious ending went down the shitter, and now all I can do is lay here. Helpless amongst the rustic, golden bullets, that are stained with the imperfect red liquid that symbolizes the end of something that once was.  It was the blood of me, now deranged and heading toward insanity, and my friends and allies. I was never one of them, nor was I ever supposed to be. I should not have even known of their existence. But being the ever-so-curious, sticking my nose in everyone's business bitch that I am; I found them out, and now, this was my price.

       Chapter One: New York
My name, as I remember it, was Helena Soloveitchi. I was born in Slovakia, but raised in Germany. My parents were very strict, and most of the time, it felt that if you were to drop a needle, and make the slightest mark on the kitchen floor; my mother would be screaming at you in an instant. You were always pressurized to stay in line, and not screw up anything. Hell, if my father assigned me with designing a rocket, they'd still get pissed and scream at me for hours on end. And when I say "scream", I literally mean scream. Not yell; scream. My life was chaotic, but I somehow always managed to stay on top of it all. I kept up my grades, and never let them get below a B, I was perfectly well-rounded, as I played many sports, instruments, and was an exceedingly above average artist. I was pretty much, the perfect child, but my parents thought differently. They'd criticize mercilessly, wasting their breathe on attempting to slaughter my confidence. And maybe it was a good thing that they nearly broke me, because otherwise I wouldn't have run away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Helena!" My friend Hazel called out at me, very concerned, "Are you sure you want to do this? Seriously, this could end up really bad! What if you got kidnapped by some weird foreign dude-" She gasped "Or worse…"

I sighed, now I was wondering why I had even told anyone. I should've just left randomly in the night, with no trace of it being of my will, "Um, Hazel, You won't tell anyone right? I mean, I promise to write you, just as long as you manage to check the mail before your parents."

Hazel's earth green eyes pierced into my sky blue ones, as she gave me a serious look, "I won't. But you need to promise me Helena, don't fall in with the wrong group of people. From what I've heard from Anthony, America can be really sketchy at times. So be careful."

And I took her words to heart, and nodded in agreement. Hazel's brother Anthony was an art student who had recently moved to California. If he, who had lived in America for four months, said anything that should make me keep my guard up, then I sure as hell would.

"Well then, now that that's out of the way, how are you going to get there? You're leaving tonight, so you must have some plan." Hazel asked, sounding peppier about my situation than before.

Then, as casually as I could say, I replied, "Well, it's nothing too drastic, I'm just gonna stow away on some food ship…nothing too bad."

Well that was it, "WHHAAAAT???!!! Nothing too bad?! What the hell, Helena? Do you know what kinds of people run those ships?"

I laughed, "Don't sweat it, It's a food ship. It's not like I'm gonna starve or anything. AND I'm packing some stuff, so it won't be all dreary and shit."

Hazel wasn't looking too relieved, but she was showing signs of improving after her next question, "Promise me you'll bring a knife?"

"As many knives as you want me too." I nodded.

Hazel, after a while, seemed kind of excited about the whole thing. She kept attacking me with random questions like, "Do you think you'll meet any guys?" And each time I would respond with a "WTF" look and then I'd resume packing. And speaking of packing, Hazel also made sure to give me at least 50 packs of stationary and pens. But all good things must come to an end. So, as if on cue, right when the clock struck 8, my mother busted into my room,

"Helena, Miss Schoenlever has to leave now." Her voice sounded calm, yet icy. As if my mother was trying her best not to beat my face in right then and there. Hazel shot me a look of pity as she mouthed out, "I see why you're leaving." Hazel reluctantly left my room.

My mother continued to smile as we listened to Hazel's footsteps exit the hall, trudge down the stairs, and then…the sound of the front door closing came once and for all. And that was her cue. Her smile vanished, and slowly curled into a frown, her eyes grew wide and filled with hatred and agony. I knew what to expect, I was used to this. It happened every time. First, her face shifted into that of a monster. Second, she'd turn to face me and grab my chin. Never hesitating to dig her fingernails into my fragile skin, which was easy to break. Third, she'd throw me on to the floor, and the rest. Well, it changed every time. Each day, a new beating. That was what applied to my mother the most. It sickened me how she had twisted something as pleasant as "Each day, a new beginning." Into that crap she spews out every night.

And as I said earlier, all good things must come to an end. My brief moment of bliss was again lost, and the beatings began.

Using one hand, she pinned my wrists up to the wall, digging her nails under my skin. I gritted my teeth, as my blood started to trickle down my arm and on to my bedroom floor. And with the other hand, she smacked me across the face, with pretty much all of her force. I fell to the ground again, this time not expecting to be picked back up. My face stung as if it had been salted, and then the biggest ice block ever melted, and forced the slat into my skin;  causing a chemical reaction of agonizing pain.  I didn't cry out, because that was what I always felt, and I knew it wasn't the worst.

"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" My mother screamed at me. I was taken aback. This was new…She had never asked me this before. "I heard you…I HEARD YOU TALKING WITH THAT BITCH, HAZEL! You're going to leave me here, all alone? But I'll miss you…Why are you leaving? WHY?!"

My heart sank. All of my hopes to get out of here were shattered. Now that she knew, what would she do now? Put locks on the windows? Put up cameras? Electric wiring on all of the doors? My mind started racing with the endless possibilities my mother could come up with. But not one of them had prepared me for this,
"Well, to make sure you stay here…forever…I guess I'll just have to make the arrangements for it."

In an instant, I was pinned on my back; I shut my eyes as tears streamed down my face. They stung my wounds with their warmth, but all the same, it felt good to feel some form of warmth.

When I reopened my eyes, I was greeted with a Swiss-Army knife right in front of my face, "Y-you're going to st-st-stay here He-Helena. You're going to be with me forever. FOREVER!"

I shrieked at the top of my lungs, using up every breath. And then, with every ounce of strength, I shoved my mother off of me and grabbed the knife, "No. I'll never see you again." And with those final words, I grabbed my bag and ran.

I darted off toward the docks, and with 45 minutes to spare until the ship's arrival, I flung myself down onto the ocean spray- coated dock and I cried, no sobbed into the wooden planks. The world around me was dark and silent. I could only hear to sound of waves gently traveling up to shore and moving back again. I was ready to leave Germany, forever.