Rage

(Note: some sensitive topics so please read with caution. Thank you!)

*Rhea’s POV*

The underground was my home away from home. It was a place where I could be myself, a really angry full of fucking absolute pure Rage self.

No family, just me. sometimes I wonder what it would be like living with them or if I knew them at all. Since being in foster care I have learned a lot about what to expect. Being tossed around from house to house never staying too long.

I was put into the system when I was around five, so any form of abuse whether it was mental, physical or emotional that I was or had been receiving I thought It was normal until I heard a case of a girl being raped and beaten to death, She was Only seven and as a ten-year-old scared kid I then realized that abuse wasn’t normal; it was a serious fucking crime so from that day forward I began to train myself in every kind of training there was swimming, running, weights anything and everything.

The one main thing that I knew was that if people took you in it wasn’t because they wanted a family but because they wanted some cash, a nice steady line of cash to use for their other kids, or for their own purposes like alcohol and drugs.

I have been everywhere but I always ask to be put in a house around the same area. It helps with what I do In my spare time and for work and my other non-official or legal job placement.

Almost EVERY single house that I have been to I get the shit kicked and punched out of me. They never care about me or what happened to me after they beat me or the other things they did. I have had a broken nose, dislocated shoulder multiple times, several broken ribs, gashes, and gunshot scars on my legs and on my torso as well as the huge fucking Gash across my eye. All of these injuries or bullshit mistakes have all happened to me in foster care and school.

Because of what was happening in all those houses I had been to I knew how to properly cauterize and dress wounds, Do a few different types and styles of stitches. I taught myself how to recognize different herbs and plants as well as their properties; and no its not strange but not everyone has the money to buy proper medications.

with everything that I have been through most people wouldn’t be able to take it or end up being in such a bad mindset that could end up becoming a permanent issue for them. I don’t hate the world yes I cry and have some breakdowns but I am happy, I’m hyper I love to the stuff most kids do even though I have been put through the toughest fucking challenge and I would never wish anyone to go through what I have been. I would rather see myself suffer and be hurt than see others in pain.

I’m fifteen and I go to your normal high school. I had started sophomore year earlier so I knew what to expect from the place. I have a four-point two GPA but I make sure no one knows that. I am on the school's track team and in two weeks we are going to nationals which is something that I have trained so fucking hard for.

I pretended to be weak when really I could lose it. I usually wore sweatpants grey or black with a hoodie of any color even pastels cause I loved them. I absolutely loved to dance (my favorite song is low by Flo Rida ft. T-Pain and mockingbird by Eminem.) and I love to Paint, I want to be a professional artist in either dancing painting or even both. I had brown hair that went down my back and really thick and curly. Green eyes with long natural lashes, a ton of freckles all over my body; Some piercings (nose ring and a couple in each ear), around five-four in height, And a large scar going across my left eye that I covered with makeup.

I have a really bad issue with having a temper and even tough I hate getting angry I dont blame myself for getting angry nor do I blame anyone else I just believe that some people are born with both bad and good qualities and my temper is just one of the ones that won’t just disappear. If I ever do get to a point where I snap all I see is red and its in that mindset that I dont care who gets hurt or If I hurt myself I just got to get it out And I hate snapping I literally throw up after wards because I’m so ashamed Of letting my anger rise to that point where I cant keep in contained.

Even though I have a really bad temper, I will stand up for anyone even if they are in the middle of getting a beating i’ll jump in and take the rest for them, if they are getting yelled at i’ll squeeze through and tell them to leave, then because of my butting in they usually kick the shit out of me but I can take care of that so it’s okay. even though receiving the beating or beatings pisses me off I know that I could have helped someone from themselves and obviously others as well.

At this moment in time I was sitting in a corner of the library away from prying eyes. Thinking about what i was going to be doing at the daycare where I work after school. I was a valued carer all the kids jumped on me and I helped out with everything I could, even just to distract myself from the stuff in my head or to take some of the pressure off of the long term employees who had been dealing with the screaming and crying kids all day long.

I’m told by them that I care to much, but I just don’t want anything to happen to anyone i just have to help them I can’t help it. As I said earlier I would rather get hurt that see others being hurt.

by day I was a normal kid in high school and a kid who looked after little kids but by night well that’s where it gets fun.