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~ Some people call me a demon, some call me a witch.

Can I help being the way I am, the way the Powers That

Be made me? I think not. I have about as much control

Over that as you do. So who are you to judge me? ~

-Abused and Alone

Chikane looked up from her blog and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Glancing at the clock, she tried to focus on it. 1:46 a.m. blinked back at her, blinding it its lime-green brightness.

'Damn', she thought to herself 'got carried away again. Sitting down her laptop, she hid it quickly before her step-father came into check on her.


*flashback*

Chikane was on her floor leaning against her med when she heard a noise downstairs. Shrugging it away she continued to type, not knowing that her step-father was slowly creeping up the stairs.

Her door burst open.

BANG!

"CHIKANE!" her stepfather bellowed.

She started to get up, surprised at the intrusion. He strode over to slap her, the force of the blow causing her topple over from her seated position. Her head struck the ground with a resounding CRACK and she saw stars.

"How dare you write such filth," he raved, "how dare you!"

"You are nothing, yet you try to rise above your place! HOW DARE YOU!"

Chikane wondered dimly how he found out about her not-so-secret blog, but her mind was wiped clear of all thoughts as he started to kick her.

"You no good for nothing whore", he spat, venom clear in his tone.

Chikane said nothing just lay there bruised, battered, and getting worse every second.

'Please, God, please', she thought over and over again.

But it seems that god had better thing to do that night than to save a lowly half-breed. He continued to beat her for what seemed like hours and, when he was satisfied that she had learned her lesson, he backed away taking the laptop with him.

"Bitch", he muttered, viciously kicking her one last time," got my shoes dirty."

He stormed out as quickly as he had come in, slamming the door behind his retreating figure.

Broken sobbing filled the room then. She had made no sound through the entire ordeal, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her breaking down. Now that he was gone, though, the tears started to flow freely down her face.

'Why?'

*end flashback*

Shaking herself to get rid of the memory, she got up and glided into the bathroom, moving like a cat. Looking around in disgust at the filth, she allowed her eyes to slowly focus to the sight before her. Dirt and grime caked almost every available surface. She saw bloody splatters and handprints everywhere, painting the small room in grotesque patterns. She decided to try to clean up because the next time He drew blood, she would need a sanctuary somewhat clean to lick her wounds.

Wiping her dirty rag against the even dirtier mirror, she stared at the image that was reflected dimly at her.

Long sapphire hair, so dark it had natural multicolored highlights, caught her eyes first. Deep, azure eyes stared blankly at her, pupils lost in their shadowy depths was another feature that she noticed. Porcelain skin shone in the grimy light, flawless and smooth. Two dark, twitching dog ears perched on the crown of her head, purple tipped and out of place with the rest of the image was the last thing her eyes saw. Angered her reflection, Chikane punched the mirror, shards raining down upon her.

"Why couldn't I be normal?" She wailed, the heartbroken sound filling her room.

She ran out of the repulsive room to collapse on her bed in grief-stricken tears.