Hello everybody! I'm MorrighanChan. This is my first fanfic, and I welcome all criticism!
Here's the story:
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara! I do own the story plot/idea though! -
Amu stared at herself in the mirror. She ran her soft fingertips against the marred skin of her face. The short, yet obviously deep knife wounds. She moved her fingertips slowly down her face and onto her swollen lips. 'Why' she wondered countless of times. Why her? Why must she be the one to face the torment, the torture? She looked away from the mirror, crystal colorless tears starting to manifest in her dull pink eyes.
She felt empty, worthless, hideous, monstrous. Why? All the other girls got to have a normal life. They were able to go out, have friends, be.. happy. Her, on the other hand, well it was quite obvious happiness was a thing she was not allowed. Countless times she told herself to run from it. To get away from it. But, she just couldn't. No one would accept her. She couldn't even accept herself. Who could blame her?
She turned back to the mirror, slipping her shirt off. Sliding her fingertips slowly down her scarred torso, she held back the sob that tried to slip from her lips. Why? Why, why, why?!
What had she done?! Why did she deserve this?! She slowly fell to her knees and let the broken sob slip from her mouth. She covered her face and just collapsed. No one loves her. No one ever did. What did she have to live for? what did she have to look forward to? What was the reason for her existance? What was she meant to do? She begged and begged for something, for someone to tell her she was wanted! That they love her! Something! Why.. why her?
She looked up and over at the small nightstand to the right of her bed. It was the nightstand her mother had bought her when they first moved in to the small suburban home they owned.
It was a gorgeous oak wood nightstand. One that she had used to hold her diaries and books.
It was one of the pieces of furniture she had chosen to never get rid of after her mother's passing. On it, stood a picture of her mother's smiling face.
"Why mom? Why does he do this to me," Amu asked, staring sadly at her mother's cheery face.
She knew she'd never hear her answer. She was long gone and Amu had already understood and accepted that. Laying next to her mother's picture frame was a small pocket knife. She stared at it longingly. Slowly crawling forward towards the nightstand, she reached up for it. She opened it and stared at the obviously sharp edge. 'What if I just decide to end it now?' She had asked herself this question many times. it would end the pain. The problem was, though,
she knew she'd never do it. Atleast she thought she wouldn't.
'I can't take it anymore,' she thought to herself. Slowly, she pushed the knife against her neck. She took a deep breath and let it out, shakely. 'Goodbye Ikuto.' And she ended it.
Yes, I know this is depressing. It might be continued, but I'm not too sure yet. My inspirations for this story was: Diary of Jane - breaking benjamin Lullaby - Nickelback and Bad Day - Fuel Please review! they'd mean a lot! Thank you for reading!