Masquerade: What Hurts the Most

by SweetChiari

Seira Mimori is a happy child, so why does it seems that she isn't truly happy at all? When happiness is a facade, it won't be long when the fake mask breaks to reveal the true face of people. But, what if her happiness isn't a facade at all? Seira-centered fanfict. Warnings about child abuse and other adult content.

WARNING: This fanfiction has descriptions of child abuse and rape! Viewer discretion advised.

Seira released a small giggle after Meimi teased Daiki behind his back and Meimi turned to smile at her. How does she stay so happy? Meimi wondered about her best friend. However, despite the happy demeanor she gives off, Seira also gives off the aura of a lonely little girl when people actually takes their time to figure her out. One of these people were Rina, who kept stealing glances at the smaller girl. Seira flinched when a glass drops onto the floor, cracking into tiny places. With a shuddering breath, Seira realized that mostly everyone was watching her with concern and she gave them a sweet smile, saying that the glass had startled her. Everyone brought it, even Meimi and Daiki. The only person that didn't buy was Rina because she knew. She wanted to talk to her, but with Seira's strict schedule, it wasn't possible.

Later on when Seira was sitting in the church, she was on her knees, praying. Praying for what? None of the people that watched her didn't know what she was praying for or about. They figured that Seira had no worries because she had people watching out for her. It wasn't until later on that night that Seira became jittery. With a nervous bounce in her steps, Meimi thought she was nervous about the recent caper that Saint Tail has to do. Seira let her best friend let her ease her of her worries with a soft smile plastered on her face. When Saint Tail left the church, Seira glanced at the clock and she almost vomit. I have a hour! Seira was fidgety and panicky. She quickly locked up the church and she started to journey home. She couldn't wait to plop onto her bed. She had a long day. She wanted to hide deep into her mind. She wanted to see the same four white walls that she loved to stare at. Seira didn't know why she was lying to herself. It didn't matter what she does when she's home, it just mattered if she shows up before 8:05. When Seira checked the time again, it was 8:30 and she had just gotten to the little, white house. With a shuddering breath and cold sweat, Seira gulped down her fear. She placed her hand on the doorknob and she slowly pulled it opened. She went into the house and she pulled the door softly shut. Seira thought that she was safe.

"You're late, you little gnat!" Seira's eyes widened in fear and she crouched down, shielding her face just in time to see a glass being thrown at her. It cracked against the hardness of the wall and Seira stayed curled up in her ball, silently crying. It was her. Seira released soft whimpers as the woman came towards the trembling young girl. Seira didn't have to look up to see that the woman had a bat in her hands. "Why are you late, you little twerp?" The woman demanded of Seira, placing the bat against Seira's temple. Seira released a sob as she didn't have an excuse; she was just too terrified to come home! Showing a little mercy, the woman swung the bat against Seira's arm, hard. Seira choked on her sobs as pain entered her tiny frame compared to the woman standing over her. Her nun garb had blood staining the white cloth, but Seira had no time to care as the woman knocked her over with her foot. Her foot was soon placed on the backside of Seira as a pained scream tore from her throat. "Shut up!" The woman used the bat to hit Seira in the back of her head, causing pain to explode all over Seira's skull and giving her a very bad pounding headache. Seira started to speak to save her life.

"I'm sorry, mother! I'm sorry!" She shrieked out in both pain and fear. She knew that the woman, no, her mother, could do worse. At the girl's wails, the woman drops the bat and she rubs Seira's hurt arm as a warning.

"Strip and go to your room. I will wash that damn cloth." Seira's mother ordered. With trembling hands, Seira took off her nun garb, leaving her in nothing but panties and a bra. With a trembling hand and shuddering breath, she gave her cloth to her mother. Her mother then snapped at her, showing her the sharp eyes and darkened eyes. With a small scream, Seira ran up to the stairs to hide in her room. She put on white pajamas and she hid under her covers, crying over the events of tonight and yet, she was grateful because it was one of her best nights. She wouldn't rate it the worst as she had been through some things that she doesn't want to repeat never ever again, but she knows that her parents would just force her to do it all over again.

As Seira laid in her bed, she could hear the drunken shouts of her parents, but it was mostly her mother, who was throwing things everywhere under the room that Seira lives in. Seira could do nothing but sob as she thought about where it all had went wrong. She hadn't noticed that it was so deep-rooted so when her parents exploded when she turned eleven, it was such a shock to her, she almost broke. Seira fell asleep, having both dreams and nightmares about the past, the present and the future.