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EDITED
(The pov of the person is when she is around 12 years so the way of writing has been developed like how child during that age reacts)

10 years ago.

I sit down holding the storybook provided to me by my parents assuming that just because I am a girl, I must like girly things. They even painted my room in baby pink. I look up at the ceiling where the pink fan is rotating, flowing air into the closed compartment. It makes me feel agitated like seriously pink? I. Hate. Pink.

I turn towards left where my pink wardrobe is placed and inside there are ghost who like to say, "Haha! We are pink dresses." I look down finding even my bedsheets to be pink. Ugh! I roll my eyes getting irritated by the given colour. I am soon going to have pinkophobia. I am not a pinkette girl.

The blankets too are Oh Lord! Save me, is pink. Trying to distract myself I start to read the story that I am which I have already read for the past 4 years and it's Aladdin. I hate this story. Only Aladdin has his main role as an actor whereas, Jasmine did nothing except wearing fancy dresses which highlights her perfect skin tone as she possess like the fashionable people. What a stupid story! I like those stories which have females as the main actor and doing dishoom dishoom with the villains without carrying any army with them.

Well I guess no story is developed yet. I want to throw the book but controlling my temper I put it aside the bedside table and turn off the light forcing myself to get some sleep. I flip myself to the other side to get a better position considering the earlier one was bad. I again have to flip myself and try to get into another alternative to sleep. But none of them were allowing me to sleep.

I placed my hand on my beating heart which has been acting a bit strange today as it races fast. Something is going to happen but what? I again look up at the ceiling which is thankfully not pink but white. I tried to think about my favourite things and hoping this tip will help me to sleep.

My favourite colour is white. I don't know why but yeah I just love white. My favourite dish is pasta and that too made by mama. One made of spicy flavour filled with tomatoes which gives out the tangy taste to my taste buds. With that my stomach growls and I giggle. I touch my stomach and say, "Someone is trying to eat pasta. But oops! We already had our dinner so not now but surely I will ask mama tomorrow."

Again my mind drift to my favourites. My favourite song is I don't know but surely not rock music, anything like pop fits my taste.

Well I can revise music but my papa never allowed me to concentrate on them, only studies. I want to revise those lyrics but once I get older and wilder.

A sudden sound snap me out from the path to my slumber. I groan and land my small feet down from the bed wearing flip flops dragging down my stupid nightgown along with me. I wish I could be a male so that I can walk anywhere wearing boxers just like my older brother, Simon.

Just as I try to open the door knob the door bash out revealing a huffing Simon and my mother.

"What happen mama? And you boogie bro?" I look at them.

"Simon, send Pheobe through the underground passage connected under the mirror." I look confuse as to why mama said like that. After all, I was never allowed to go out from the house and always had my homeroom teacher who never saw my face as there was always a barrier between us nor I could say anything except passing questions through the computer if I had any. Is my mama letting me free from the prison?

I smile at the thought but quickly snap out when Simon holds my hand and we quickly walk down. But before that mama come towards me and say, "Be safe my baby." With that she kiss my forehead while a drops of water fall on my cheek and when she retreats back then I realise that she is crying. I run towards her and pull her hand down wiping her tears and say, "I will be."

"Why are you bringing me down?" I said when we reach down to the secret passage.

"To keep you safe." He says as we run down hurriedly.

"Why?" I ask curiously.

"There are firing in our house and thankfully they don't know about your existence but they know about me as they want to kill the heir of the Yardly mafia family." I gasp and pause at my track.

"I can't leave you all." I said with tears pricking down from my eyes.

He shakes his head and give me a warm smile, "I don't care whether I die or not but we all care about you, my lil siso. We all want you to be safe. Mom told me even to come with you but I can't risk our father's life nor mom's. We all love you and as I am 5 years older than you I have more responsibility than you to keep this family safe. If we die at least you will be there." He says.

And now my tears roll down from my cheek and flows down not wanting to stop. He wipes them and place a small kiss on my temple and say, "Always remember who you are but never tell anyone, they will kill you immediately. Promise me never to tell your true identity." He lifts his pinky finger and urge me to place my one. I roll my eyes at my brother's act yet I placed my pinky finger and say, "I promise."

The door opens and there stand a tall guard. As soon he sees me he quickly opens the car door and let me enter. I turn back once and see my brother who has tears running down his face I rush towards him and say, "I will be back soon but promise me to stay alive." He hugs me back and when we retrieve back we both place our pinky finger while he said, "Promise."

I turn towards the car and walk without turning back knowing that once I do there will be no point in turning back to my future and I will be stuck here without letting them to fight.

I look through the glass and promise myself, "I will come back and I will make sure one day I too hold guns and fight for my family. I will imprint my name in the mafia family . I will be stronger papa. I will be."

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