Tension Violet. No matter how hard I try, I can't see the road in front of me. Everything is a big blur. I feel sweat running down my back and forehead as I try with everything I have to keep my motorcycle straight. My body feels heavy, and I long to sleep. I have no idea how long we've been riding-I was so focused on the blurry bike in front of me. The bike in front of me takes a turn and comes to a halt. I bump into it and slide off my bike, almost losing consciousness. My bike falls with me, the weight crushing me before someone lifts it off. People are yelling around me, but I have no idea what they're saying. I look up at the clear blue sky, watching a huge bird fly above my head. Wasn't there some sort of saying that birds know when people are going to die? Flying above in circles to let you know they're going to eat you soon? Charming, really. I close my eyes, hoping my body won't be eaten by the bird flying above me, and lose consciousness. Haru. My best friend is dying. Her face is paler than usual, and her lips are turning white and bluish. I feel myself being pulled into the background of my consciousness. "I don't want to be here if she leaves. If she goes, then I will follow," my own voice says. "We will survive. We don't need anyone," another voice-still mine-fires back. That one is stronger than the rest of us but fragile as well. She just doesn't want anyone to know. Violet calls her Dark. She's my protector. Dark scares me sometimes, but I trust her to keep us safe-for the most part. "I don't want to survive without Violet," the first voice replies. She sounds weak. Her voice is shaking, and I know she's scared. Light is her name-also named by Violet. What Violet doesn't know is that Light is suicidal. She's my broken piece. I've lost count of how many times I've had to save myself from her when she tried to take our life. I don't blame her, though-she's different from the other pieces of my soul. She's the one who keeps all my bad memories locked away, so the rest of my soul is protected. The things I don't want to remember-she remembers. I have huge holes in my childhood memories, and I feel bad that Light is the one who has to carry them all. She knows exactly how I got my scars and refuses to tell Of course, I'm not in the dark completely. I have my own vivid memories with Sir, but most of them are locked away by Light. My attention shifts back to reality when I see people running around me. I try to step back, hiding in the shadows even more while keeping my gaze glued to Violet. My heart is beating so hard I fear it'll explode. < Tension Someone grabs my hand, and I look up to see Iren. "Don't worry. We have a doctor on standby." I force a small smile to seem reassured-but I'm not. +15 Points > Dark might be convinced we'll survive if Violet dies, but the rest of us aren't. Violet is my whole world. My rock. She kept me sane-well, mostly. I am nothing without her. She understands me, protects me, and always has my back. People are scared of me because of my personalities. Everything abnormal in society is rejected. I hate it, but there's nothing I can do but hide myself. Only Violet knows. Only Violet understands. Only Violet accepts. I watch Violet being picked up by her brother-the badass, scary biker who now looks completely lost. He actually looks scared, though he tries to hide it. But I can tell. I'm pulled back into the compound, and before I know it, I'm on a couch between Iren and another biker. From his patch, I know his name is Maker. I stare into space and crawl back into myself-hiding from the pain I'm feeling at the thought that my best friend, my sister, might possibly die. Taking me with her. "She's fine, but she lost a lot of blood. Luckily, she had the same blood type as Devil, and we were able to give her a transfusion. She'll be fine after she gets some rest. She should wake up in a few hours, hopefully. Make sure she eats when she does and give her small sips of water. Also, make sure she doesn't move too much-she has three broken ribs. Bed rest is very important right now." I look up and see that it's already dark outside. Wilhelm is explaining Violet's condition while sipping a beer. He looks exhausted. I get up from the couch and carefully make my way toward him. "Can I see her?" I ask, lowering my eyes to the floor. I hate that my voice sounds so weak, but my insides are a mess and my personalities are all over the place. Wilhelm nods and points to a door. "Devil's already in there with Chaos. We tried talking to you, but you were… occupied?" I don't bother explaining my ability to shut the world out completely. I walk to the door, knock softly, and open it to find Devil in a chair near the bed. He looks worried, which confuses me a little. I can understand being worried about his sister, but I know they haven't really bonded yet. I don't have any family members -if I exclude Violet-so I don't understand how family works. I glance to the side and see Chaos leaning against the wall by the door. He gives me a side glance before focusing back on his daughter. I walk toward the bed and sit down on the ground, close to Violet's head. Devil gives me a nod without 2/5 Torsion looking at me. "Want to tell me where all those scars on her back came from?" he asks after a while. His tone makes it clear that he expects an answer. "No." I reply, my voice still weak and shaky. "It's an order from your Pres. Violet asked me to give you the same position as her, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you please. You both answer to me. Now-where did the scars come from?" He focuses his gaze on me now. I'm trembling, hating myself even more for being so easily intimidated and frightened. I know he could hurt me without even trying, make me tell him whatever he wants if he pushed hard enough. But I know Violet. If she wanted them to know, she would've told them herself. But she didn't. "It's not my place to tell you. Please. Don't ask me to betray Violet like that. Ask her, not me." "And here I am, asking you. Talk," Devil growls angrily. His jaw clenches, his hands ball into fists. I want to run and hide. Instead, Dark pushes forward for control. "And here I am, telling you that I won't," I say, lifting my gaze and glaring at Devil. I don't care if he hurts me or throws me out. He can do whatever he wants. I'm not scared of him. Devil is taken aback by the sudden change but quickly recovers, narrowing his eyes. "Get out." 1 laugh in his face. "You get out. I've been her family way longer than you have. You don't know anything about her because she doesn't trust you. You really think she wants to wake up with someone she doesn't trust beside her? Or with someone she's known her whole life and actually trusts with her life? If you throw me out, she'll never trust you is that what you really want?" Manipulation-one of the things Dark is good at. She has a way of messing with people's heads to get what she wants She's playing the Pres, testing boundaries Life is a game to her, and she plays it dangerously-cheating her way through from the comer of my eye, I see Chaos glaring at me. He looks angry, but he stays quiet, watching his son to see what decision he'll make Violet told me Devil got mad at his father before when he tried to play Fresidem again Devil makes the decisions-not his father "What the hell is wrong with you?" Devil asks after a moment. I raise an eyebrow, silently asking what the hell is that supposed to mean? shakes us had "When she wakes up I want answers if i don't get them, I want you out. Both yes and Ime life stored Was te faking that red look before? Probably. You can't trust anyone these daya ful even family < Tension +15 Points > Without answering him, I focus on Violet. I hate him for playing her this way. He's using his power to get what he wants. I hate people like that. "Yes or no?" Devil presses. He looks impatient, and honestly, it's kind of funny. He actually looks like a child throwing a tantrum because he's not getting his way. I shrug. "That's not my decision to make. I'll let you know when Violet wakes up." Violet. My throat feels dry, my head is groggy, and my vision is blurry. "Good morning, bitch." I grin and look to my side. My sight slowly clears, and I see Haru sitting just inches away from me on the ground. Her chin is resting on her hands, which are flat on the edge of the mattress. "How are you feeling?" she asks. I shrug and try to get up. Haru helps me, and I glare at her. "I'm not disabled." Haru laughs in my face and puts another pillow behind my back. "You kind of are right now. You've got a hole in your leg and three broken ribs. You can play the handicap card for now." I groan and ask for a glass of water. Haru gets up to get it when the door opens. Devil walks into the room with Wilhelm. My brother looks angry for some reason, and Wilhelm just gives me a small smile. "How are you feeling?" Wilhelm asks as he takes a seat in the chair beside the bed. "Been better, had worse," I answer. He nods while taking my blood pressure and listening to my heartbeat. "Who pissed in your cereal this morning?" I ask my brother, noticing his expression hasn't softened. "Me and your bro had a little argument," Haru answers with a small grin she tries to hide behind her hair. I raise an eyebrow and look back at my big, bad brother. He glares at Haru, but I snap my fingers, making him look back at me. "Want to tell me what this is about?" I already have a feeling. The bandages around my torso tell the story for me.