|Rights May Be Gone, But I Still Have My Secrets
Author: Foxbracken - Phoenix Everren PM
This is about a girl named Violet, who was captured and thrown in jail where she meets Wisteria and Whitford. She breaks the rules and ends up with Wisty and Whit. They, mostly Wisty, tell her what happened, but Violet still has her secrets... Yes, I'm basing it off of the manga. /On Hiatus\Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Fantasy - Chapters: 8 - Words: 4,955 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-05-12 - Published: 03-18-12 - id: 7935164
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Narrowing my eyes, I stared at the red-head girl in the cell next to mine. She saw me staring at her and she asked, "Who the heck are you?" Rolling my eyes I growled in The One Who Is The One's voice, "25874362A." She started to laugh, but I didn't laugh, not even crack a smile. "My real name is-" I froze. The girl looked at me funny. I gulped and finished, "My real name is Violet." The red-head smiled and said, "My name is Wisteria. Wisteria Allgood. What's your last name?" Forcing my face and eyes not to give away my fear, I said simply, "I'm sorry Wisteria; I just don't like to give it away." Taking a sharp, deep breath, I tried to hide the alarm. If anyone found out….I'd die, I thought. Wisteria shrugged, but I could sense her curiosity. The silence seemed unbearable when a male voice asked, "Wisty, who are you talking to?"
I bristled. That voice sounded familiar. I backed off into the shadows when Wisteria chirped, "This is 25874362A." Holding back a snicker, I heard the boy replied, "Wha…." Wisteria started to laugh and, "Whit, her real name is Violet." Glancing at him, I relaxed knowing it wasn't him. Stepping into the light, strands of my bright dirty blonde hair fell into my face. Blowing the strands out of my face, I growled, "So, your name is Whit?" He flashed an irritated glare and said, "No; it's Whitford." I nodded and Wisteria asked, "Violet, are you named after the flower? 'Cause that's why my mom named me Wisteria." I looked away and stammered, "I-I don't k-know. I w-was raised by my mom's sister…." Letting my voice trail off, I backed away into the shadows and sat down on the cot. Wisteria murmured, "Oh, sorry."
Whitford said something to her, but I drowned them out. Tears slid silently down my face. Hearing footsteps, I brushed the tears away and hardened my face. Two police officers came by and grabbed Wisteria's arm. She shrieked and I darted toward the bars. Tears sprang into her eyes and she suddenly, quite literally, burst into flames. Crying out, I stumbled back and Wisteria was doused by a fire extinguisher. The officers grabbed them and dragged them away. Watching them, I wondered, what will become of them?