(Real quick A/N before the story. This will definitely be triggering for some. Rape, abuse, lots of swearing, and more. This story was inspired by the song "Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez". Enjoy!)
"YOU BITCH!" Amu felt the sharp sting of a hand hit her cheek. "YOU CAN'T DO SHIT!" Her father screamed at her. He yelled at her as she lost her balance and fell on her butt. She rubbed her bruised butt at bit before her father harshly grabbed her pink, shoulder length hair and threw her on the couch. "You can't do shit!" He said as he walked to a closed door. He grabbed a key and unlocked it. He then walked over to Amu, grabbed her wrists and threw her down the stairs down into their basement. "Ouch!" Her head hit the cold cement at the bottom of the stairs. There weren't many stairs leading down to the ground, only 7, but it still hurt. She rubbed her head where she hit. She had tears in her eyes. "Please dad, stop." She begged. "Shut up." He hissed at her. "Don't lock me down here, I'm sorry I broke the cups. I'll clean it up and buy you new ones!" She pleaded, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I said shut up you little slut." She open her mouth to speak again but was quickly kicked in the stomach. Amu coughed and tried to pick herself up but was only hit again, harder. Her back hit the wall. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and coughed up blood. "I-I'm sorry-" she was cut off by a rag shoved into her mouth. She felt her father cuff her wrists to the cold, sharp cuffs on the wall. The cuffs dug into her. She sobbed as she was screaming against the gag. Her father was already leaving. "I won't be home till tomorrow, maybe this will teach you not to fuck up next time." He scoffed and locked the door behind him, all light leaving the room.
Her father had left, probably to go to some strip club or find some hooker. She knew her mother wouldn't come home till much later, and her little sister was probably at her friends house having a "sleep over", again. She was stuck in the basement until someone came home and unlocked the basement door.
She endured this torture for a year now and she was sure it wasn't going to stop or get any better anytime soon. Her father used to work for the company "Easter", and he used to make good money because of this, but they dropped him for reasons unexplained. Her mother used to work in her own jewelry shop in a town not too far away from where they lived, and it used to do well too, but again, Easter. They bought all the little businesses around that area and tore them down to build another building of theirs. They would try to find new jobs but it was rare they were ever available in such a busy town. When one of them could get a job, they would lose it almost as soon as they got it. This would cause her parents to fight most of the time and her family eventually grew farther and farther apart. Her mother became an alcoholic and began to drink her life away. She was well known in the bars around the area. Her father began having strange women over two or three times a day, and was usually out. When he was home, he would usually hit Amu. And her little sister Ami was almost NEVER home. She was trying to distance herself from them, and Amu didn't blame her, but she was just as bad as her mom. Ami was doing drugs and having sex already and she as only 13. Amu would try to get Ami to stop but they would always fight. The one person Amu cared about rejected her and was slowly ruining her life.
She had no idea how much time had past. 'Seconds, minutes, hours?' She thought as she pulled against the painful cuffs. She heard a faint sound of a door unlocking and a stumbling. "Mmmph!" She screamed as loudly as she could against the gag. "Huh..?" The basement door was slowly being unlocked. "Oooh, Amu~ what did you do this time?" Her mother sighed as she removed the rag and undid the cuffs around her wrists. Amu gasped and fell to the ground on her hands and knees. She shakily stood up and rubbed her wrists. "I-I accidentally dropped f-fathers cup..." She answered her mom. "Well, your fault for dropping it. Clumsy girl~" Her mother said before walking away. "I'm going to bed~" She called out. "Niiiight~" She closed the door behind her.
Amu was tired herself. She shakily walked to her bedroom and landed on her bed. She looked at her clock. 12:47 A.M., she sighed and got herself up again, locking her bedroom door. She walked to her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Scratches, bruises, bumps. The usual. Amu sighed and slowly took her clothes off. When she was completely naked she looked at her body in the mirror. She scowled at the sight before her eyes. Her "ugly" body covers in scars and bruises. Her fingers traced over one particular bigger scar on her shoulder and sighed in hatered, 'how could anyone love this ugly body.' she thought to herself. Turning on her bath water, she got in the tub and relaxed for a bit. She sighed again, this time on relaxation, as the hot steam seemed to caress her cheeks. Amu closed her eyes, the darkness enveloping her.
-Small time skip-
Amu changed into her pajamas and dried off her hair with her towel. She got comfy under her blankets. She looked at the bright moon that shone in the sky. As she stared, she wondered who else was looking at the moon, the same time as her. Not soon after she fell asleep. Little did she know someone who going through a very similar situation as her, was wondering the same thing. But instead of falling asleep, he was wandering the streets like a stray cat.