Finding Hope

-What do I do…and who do I turn to…when it seems like the whole worlds against me, and I just want to give up…?

"Ughh…"All I could feel, hurt. My whole body was screaming in pain.

I nearly screamed myself when I tried to sit up, and instead I plopped back down onto the soiled and bloodied bed with a thud.

I balled my small hands into fists around the sheets, and gritted my teeth as my vision began to blur. I was crying…I didn't dare cry while that man was raping me and beating me, but now that he was gone, I could let it all out.

It was my father who did this to me. I should have known it was coming…he always told me that since it was my fault my mother left, that I would take her place…

I chocked out a sob, and nearly gagged when I felt my nether regions throb in pain.

'I hate him so much…'

When I finally got up, and managed to drag myself into the shower, I sat myself in the bottom, and let the hot water pelt down on me like rain.

They call him Spirit…my father…he used to be such a happy and caring man before my mother left us ten years ago…I was only four when she left.

My father had started to become depressed almost immediately after. He began to drink, and he would stay out late at bars, and bring home strange women…He turned into a womanizing alcoholic, and his temper would flare over the littlest things.

I shuddered slightly as I ran my fingers over an old scar on my stomach.

He would slap me around every once in a while, but he didn't start beating me until I was about eight.

.And he didn't touch me until I was ten…

More tears slipped down my cheeks and mixed with the now cold water, before I picked myself up, wiping my tears, and quickly scrubbed my body clean, trying to be careful of my new cuts and bruises.

After I finished, I hurried to my room, and pulled on a pair of light blue, skinny jeans, a black fitted, long sleeve shirt, and my favorite black boots, with white straps and buckles on them.

I pulled my dirty blonde hair up into a high ponytail, and put a green scarf, the color of my eyes, on, and then grabbed my warmest black full length jacket.

'I'm finally leaving…I can't stay here anymore…'

I looked around my plain room one last time, before grabbing my wallet, and walking out the door.

'I'll be free…I won't be Spirit's slave anymore…' I thought, as I grabbed his pocket knife out of his nightstand, and left his room again, not sparing the ruined bed another look, afraid that it would ruin my determination to get out now.

I stopped myself at the front door of the apartment, and turned around, taking in my surroundings one last time.

'I never want to come back to this hell…it stopped being home when mom left…' My vision was starting to blur again, but I quickly wiped my eyes, and shook my head.

"Goodbye…Spirit…"

I finally turned, and walked out, slamming the door harshly behind me, before taking off down the hall.

A.N./ Well that was the prologue of Save Me, I hope that you all liked it. I found this document on my USB, it has been in there for like 4 years now, and it was going to be an Inuyasha story, but I thought it would be better if it was Soul Eater. That way I could use Maka's dislike for her father, and turn it into hate. It seemed to turn out better than I thought though.