210 Silco
Scar's POV
I'm meeting my Alice today! That's the only good thing happening in this hellish city.
Alice is Lilith's daughter, also the little sun that shone the brightest light into the past five dark years.
I spent barely a month in jail before I was transferred, mainly because my body was failing. It was a dark time for me.
Postpartum depression.
I couldn't eat, and even if I did, my body wouldn't take it. All I could remember from that black month was puke, dizzy, and blackouts. I heard that prison could be a dark place, but I didn't even get to experience that part- Everyone avoided me because I looked like I would die on them if they even just laid one finger on me.
After that I spent nine months in the hospital, and after that an asylum.
Well, they decorated that as a "mental and physical reconstruction facility", when I knew it was just another name for asylum.
I know because I lost it, for a long while.
For two years I couldn't talk. I didn't lose my voice, I know. But my body just won't let me utter a word for some reason. I didn't want to talk either. I didn't want Sebastian to find me, to feed me with his endless excuses and lies; I didn't want the Fullers to find me, to keep on sucking on my wounds until I drain; I didn't want the Vanderbilts to find me, to tell me how I'm not worth of their fancy last name. Nor did I want my friends to, because I didn't want them to see the ghost I was.
Alice got the first word out of me.
That day, I was lying in my chair in the backyard of my personal prison, the "benign facility", as always, being the walking dead I was. And Alice just came out of nowhere. The moment I saw her, I realized how my world had been black and white when she brought the first color into my eyes that I had seen in a long time.
She was so innocent, smiling at everything; she was so naughty, curious about anything. The moment I saw her, I knew whose daughter she was, before I even met Lilith who was looking for her naughty daughter everywhere.
Alice looked more like me than Damian, except for those eyes. Those were Damian Vanderbilt's eyes. Green, like two jades.
She spotted me, and I sat up, watching her carefully, afraid that my horrifying face would scare her away.
Meeting her was purely an accident.
Lilith had been looking for me everywhere. I couldn't imagine how she had a baby, took care of the little angel all by herself, and looked for me by visiting prisons and hospitals at the same time.
Lilith wouldn't admit that Alice had anything to do with her. I think it's because she doesn't want Vanderbilt to try to take Alice away. I mean, I wouldn't either if it were me.
I didn't want to stay on this side of
the world not after I lost everything. But Alice pulled me back. She lit up the sparks of life in me again. The two years spent with her were like living in paradise.
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I can't just hide in the pretty dream, and forget about everything. I can't let the Fullers cover up their dark intertwine with my mom and bury their sins deep under the ground. 'I can't let Ava get away with taking my baby and ruining my life so easily.
I had to come back, and I just didn't know how.
That was when I met Silco.
Fake name.
Pretty sure he came up with this name on the spot, just to mock me for being a cuckoo, like Jinx. It's some dark kid's show that was a hit recently.
He had his own feud with the Fullers,
and that was how he found me. The one and most victim of the Fullers
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that was alive. Barely though. He had the time, power, wealth, and everything I needed to take them out. All he wanted from me, was good motive to draw the heat away from him, and a face that can come out under the sun. He didn't want to waste his reputation on the Fullers.
We hit it off with a click.
The last thing I care about is reputation, and I don't care about his agenda if he can help me with my revenge. I didn't even care that all I knew about him was his taunting alias. He is the power core for my revenge, that's all.
"How's my princess doing today?" My door is open, but Silco still knocks before he comes up to me by the window, smiling.
I roll my eyes.
Yeah, if I hate him for anything, it's this nickname. He jokes with his own name, but he wouldn't call me Scar. Not even Jinx. He would just call me "princess", and I hate it to the guts. I'm no one's princess. I'm just a ghost now, and the nightmare of my enemies.