LadyStoneheart23- Tell me something that made you smile today.
His response took a while to come through, but when it did, it warmed my heart.
Legion- Knowing my little warrior gave someone the finger today and took back some of her power.
LadyStoneheart23- Quiet day in the Legion household then if that’s your high point.
Legion- Quiet in the house, noisy in my head.
LadyStoneheart23- Talk to me. You always say you’re here for me, but I want to know more about you. I’d like to think I could help you too.
Legion- Why?
LadyStoneheart23- ‘Cos that’s what friends do. And I want to help. It makes me feel good.
Legion- You’re one of those do-gooders then, yeah?
LadyStoneheart23- I just wanna be a good friend.
He didn’t reply and I felt like he was backing away from me.
LadyStoneheart23- I know you said I wasn’t ready for your darkness, but nothing fazes me. I’ve been told I’m a good listener.
Still nothing.
LadyStoneheart23- Tell me something that made you feel powerful.
I sat back, watching and waiting for the screen to come to life. I was desperate for more.
Legion- Really not gonna give up, are you?
LadyStoneheart23- Nope.
Legion- Okay… Are you sure you’re ready for this?
LadyStoneheart23- Born ready.
Legion- When I was eight years old I was bullied at school. It was bad. Really bad. I have no idea why these guys chose me. Well, I do, kind of. I was the poor kid. The runt of the school. At that time, I was an easy target.
Anyway, this one day, the teacher asked me to take a message to the head. I left the classroom and didn’t think anything of it. I gave the note to the head teacher’s secretary and when I was heading back to class I got yanked across the hallway and pulled into the boys’ toilets. They must’ve seen me walk past their classroom and they managed to get out of the room to hunt me down. They weren’t in the same class as me, you see. They were a few years older.
My heart was in my throat reading and I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt him.
Legion – They started to hit me, knocked me to the floor and got a few kicks in. It was nothing new. They did this most days. But this time, the main one straddled my lap and forced my shirt up. They’d been doing woodwork and they’d sneaked a craft knife out of the classroom. The second guy pinned me down as the main one spat in my face then told me he was gonna give me a mark I’d never forget. He said he hoped I’d bleed to death as he pushed the knife into my stomach and started to carve something.
It was his initial.
He laughed while he did it too.
I lay there trying to kick and thrash them off me, but I wasn’t strong enough. The pain from the knife made me shiver and sweat and I swear I was close to blacking out that day. Fucker even punched me after ‘cos I’d bled too much and it got on his uniform.
They swapped roles and then the other one got to work, slicing me up. Then they laughed at what their initials were, after they’d branded them on me. I didn’t understand what they were on about at the time, but they told me it was something my mum was good at.
I could barely read through the tears. This was his moment of power? What the hell was this?
LadyStoneheart23- I don’t know what to say. Didn’t a teacher help you?
Legion- No. I stayed in the toilets for ages but they never noticed I hadn’t gone back to class. The blood was everywhere, but I used paper towels to try and stop it. I didn’t want anyone to find out. Not even my friends.