As she stormed through the woods, tears flooded her teal, wide eyes and the sky above her thundered. The low branches on the trees scraped her ankles, making them bleed, distracting her only slightly from the pain in her heart. Thick raindrops were thrown out of the sky, making the girl run for cover. So below a thick tree branch she sat, tears combining with the raindrops, her sobs muffled by the rumbling in the dreary clouds. Why had this happened? Was she not good enough?
(Flashback)
"Ino, your mother and I would like to speak with you. Now."
"Alright, Father, what is it?"
She could tell that her parents had been drinking plenty before this talk. In fact, they had a glass in their hands during this discussion. Alcohol made Ino want to puke because of what it did to her family. Turned them into idiots, people she didn't even know anymore.
"It smells." She said, subtly suggesting the alcohol that her parents had previous to the conversation. Her parents sneered as her father stood up and smacked her.
"If you don't approve of what the owners of this house do, then maybe the resident should move out. Your things will be waiting at the front step."
The lonely girl had swatted the drinks out of both of her parents' hands and ran out of the house, holding her cheek.
Now, thinking back on what had happened, Ino wondered why her efforts to show her parents what they had and why they didn't need to drink had not worked. She thought she was to blame for her parents' alcoholism. She couldn't stop it, and if they loved her enough not to put her through the treacherous nights alone, with her parents asleep in separate beds starting at 6:00 P.M. and going until 10 the next morning, they would have stopped. Life had not been a walk in the park for her, and she thought of how she was respected by her peers, mostly because she faked her pain with a smile every day.
Now, thinking of her past, she grimaced and stuck out her bloody ankles into the drenching rain to rinse them off. The stinging of the pelting rain water gave Ino a sense that maybe, maybe she could feel something.
A few hours passed, and the blurry eyed girl trudged slowly back home. On the dry porch was a box filled with bed sheets, pictures, and other things like that, also in the box was a written note that said get your clothes. They were really kicking her out? There were no more tears to cry, so Ino packed up her belongings and carried the few boxes on a wagon. She didn't know where she would go; she just knew anything had to be better than where she had previously lived.