Title: The Year
Rated: M
Fanfic of: Diabolik Lovers
Contains: …Spoilers, OC, profanity, yada yada, etc, ahhh, all that rated M shit
Disclaimer: I didn't write this for…well people to enjoy? I sort of wrote it as an experiment for an OC of mine who is from her own little story. I had to edit down a few things in order for her to fit into the 'Dialover' world. I'm only doing this to see her limits, what she will do in certain situations and etc. I suppose this is research. I don't plan on putting her with any of the characters truthfully. This is just an experiment. The chapters will stop once I am satisfied with the results of her character development. Read if you want.

Normally I never really got to ask questions or even really had a choice in what happened in my life. The few instances I did were usually what I ate, whom I chose as my friends or even what I wore. I guess…those were the normal things in life that you were able to have choices in. However, in a way they were more like luxuries to me than something a normal person would have.

Today was really no different than all the other days of my life. Except well, I was forced to move out of my own home and into a place I never dreamed of entering.

The estate was large enough to fit about four houses with their own backyards and maybe even their own separate two-door garages. To say I was impressed was an understatement. The mansion down yonder screamed of something spark and spooky but I just couldn't get over the fact that I was going to be living here for a whole year. Tightening my grip at my backpack straps, I took a deep breath through my nose and slowly out my mouth then finally start making my way towards the large oak doors. There was that little voice in my head that was screaming to turn the other way and fuck the orders I was given yet I also knew if I did that I would be punished. Not to mention I wouldn't be getting any free games to play – the fuckers.

I stop momentarily at the steps, frowning. "Well…" Turning around I took hold of the handle of my large midnight blue suitcase then drag it up the steps while grunting. Why did I pack so much again? My back hit the door only for it to fly open at my weight.

I instantly released my grip on the handle putting my hands behind me to break the fall at least a little. It didn't help much. My ass hit the floor first before my hands. A jolt of pain shot up my spine momentarily, a few seconds later the large suitcase fell on top of my legs with a thud. Kindly enough it wasn't as bad as my butt hitting the hard wooden floor but it still hurt. I could have just pushed off the suitcase and cursed any God that could hear me but I was just too tired for this. So instead I opted to simply lying back against the cool floor and staring up at the black ceiling.

There were no lights on in the mansion. It was dark as dark could be with only the light from the open door giving me some sense of peace. Even the mansion was quiet enough that I could hear the soft beats of my own heart. If I listened to it long enough I think I would fall asleep.

Perhaps I shouldn't have said 'thought' because it did happen. Sleep tugged at my lids and I didn't fight them. There wasn't really a reason to anyway. I was tired. Tired of everything being for 'them' and not for me. My life wasn't mine until I proved that it was. There was however one decision that I made this day.

I got to sleep on a cool floor.