Know that some stuff is written and spoken by a child, so.. if anything is misspelled, you know why. This is my Death Note OC's past.. I don't really want reviews.. but you can if you want. Just a simple oneshot of her past... I'll probably add onto this with more info.. but later.

"..Br-..brother.." She called into the room hestantly. "What do you want?" He snapped. "..Wh-where's m-mom?" Kait whispered. Andrew rolled his eyes. "She's out shoppin' with daddy's money." He replied simply.

"Now get out of my room you pest." Kait frowned. She sighed, and walked out of his room. She may have been an eight year old; but.. she knew some horrors of rubbed her bruised wrist. Seeing as mom is gonna be.. gone for the day.. I'll be fine.. I think.. She thought.

It was a usually saturday for the girl. She would try and hide out in her room so she wouldn't be the victim of violence again. Her parents didn't want her, she was a mistake they were to lazy to correct.. or atleast that's what they told her time and time again.

Moreso, her mother than her father. Atleast her father wasn't.. as violent with the girl. Her mother would beat her anger out into her own daughter, instead of her husband. She used mental and physical abuse.. her father didn't really care. He only wanted his son, and that's all he needed in his eyes.

Kait winced at the thought, it burned like ice on a fresh cut.

I wonder it's like.. for normal kids..

She pondered the thought many times now.

She wanted to know why god put her in a situation like this one.

After her father died when she was six years old, things grew more violent. She got a few more cuts here and there, and the mental torture was killing down her self-esteem. That ofwhich she barely had any.

"I.. I.. I should go to me room...I's not.. in the mood for that anymore." Kait mumbled, ignoring her stomatch, turning on her light feet and heading back to her room. The eight year oldwent to school and hid all those feelings away. She would smile, say nothing was wrong and continue on as a quiet and kind child.

If anyone asked about a wound that was visable, she was simply shrug and reply. "I tripped.. and hurt me self."

The girl stood at only 4'3, and twisted her door open stepping in. "..." She turned around, and shut the door. She locked it.. praying that nobody would come..

Kait glanced around her room, and picked up her journal.

She laid down on the ground, and began to write in it.

Dear.. Diary, was already spread out in her childish handwritting.

..I'm stresed today.. sorta.. I don't really know, like always. I wish I know why mom treats me the way she does. I know whens I gets older, I won't treat me kids like that! Never. It's stupad.

Well.. i'ma go and read some books now.. That sometimes.. help... me..

~ Kait.

Meanwhile outside the Alric household, Delilah, the mother of Kait and Andrew walked up the steps. The widow of the man known as David Alric, she glared at the door as sheunlocked the door. "Tch, Andy i'm home! Did that brat behave?" She called in, slightly annoyed as she stepped in.

"Eh? Momma', oh yeah. I fucking guess, she's still annoyed the fuck out of me." Andrew replied, from inside his room.

Kait froze with fear, knowing she was probably in a lot of trouble now. "Oh really? She did now?" Delilah smirked. "Yeah, momma'." Andrew said in return. "I guess I'll have to fix that..problem."

Kait blinked, and stepped away from her door. "No, no, not now..." She whispered.

"Alright, i'm going to count to ten, you brat!" Delilah said as she walked infront of Kait's door. "..ten.." She began to count down.

Kait paniced, she couldn't do anything. She never could. What could help her now? Nothing...

"Nine."

Why? Why did he put me here?

"Eight."

Don't..get in..

"Seven."

Whys does this happens?

"Six."

I'm brave.. I's brave..

"Five."

She still be counting.. The seconds counted down, the fastest.. and slowest moments..

"Four, three..two.."

She began to feel the tears fall down, she was out before she could even try to help herself, and after a few moments of Delilah hitting the door it busted down.

"One." The phrase come out easily.

When Delilah struck the young girl once, Kait shot up. Her breathing slowing back down after a few moments..

She brought her hand up and ran it through her hair, "A.. that... was a dream, a dream.. a dream.." She repeated the phrase over and over trying to make her mind understand. The now teenage girl closed her eyes, hot tears stinging her eyes. "..she's not.. she's not here.. Kait.."

"She can't hurt me anymore."

But those scars and bruises she left.. they'll stay for a while..