Must I keep myself from updating any of my new stories? I hate it when I get new ideas for stories and ignore all the other stories! I have Finding True Love, Distant Love, and Rivalry and Mystery in a Family to deal with, and then there are my new stories: Chat Room of Chaos, Amy's Silver Love and A Rose for Love to update! Okay, I'll stop my rambling now.

Anyway, this story's plot actually came from a story done by Lass, called "Hidden Truth." That story really brought me on the verge of tears, and so much drama too! Now, I'm going to do two sections: One is purely SetoxSerenity, the other is purely AmyxYami.

Serenity: So, what's this one?

Me: Well, this one's purely AmyxYami. I got something different for you. Besides, this is kinda...umm...a little more violent.

Serenity: Yami Amethyst Rose does not own anything but the plot and the character Amy Rivers. Also, since the summary is kinda long, we're going to put it here.

Me: It's long in yours too, Serenity. Plus, the plot's a little different.

Adoration. Desolation. Dishonesty. Betrayal. and Devastate. Amy Rivers knew these words too well, ever since her mother was murdered by her drug-addicted father, beating her for things that she never meant it to be. Years after that, her heart was torn to pieces from every component of her body that was destroyed under his violent power. Will the radiance of light shine through her dim eyes to see the man that will carry her to independence, or will she die from the suffering of torture?

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Faint cries can be heard from the now soundless two-story house, only the breeze can be heard and the sound of a young seventeen year old girl in her room. She was wincing over the bruises of which her father inflict on her whenever he had the time before he went out to gain even more of the drugs that drove him to kill her mother. People never knew what happened to the sweet, lovable woman that took care of her when she was young, but now there was nothing but empty halls and darken rooms that shook the teenager into the abyss of shadows and hell.

The girl can always remember that day; the day that took her mother away. It was nothing but a horrendous nightmare that should have never came to life; how it kept the girl secluded from her father when the effects of the drugs he took came into pure view. Horror always took into her eyes when he will struck all of his anger on her to make him feel better. He had power, wealth, and the only one who controlled her actions: what to say, what to do, and possibly what to tell.

"What are you, bitch!? Stand up and receive your punishment! How dare you try to decimate me with this shit you cooked?!"

"I...just...burned it...a little..."

"A LITTLE!? You called this 'little' catastrophe a miniature problem! Do you?!"

"I..."

"Shut up, you whore!? Stand up right this moment!!!"

Blood was still showing on the walls that he tore her apart with anything that he could grab his hands on. Pieces still clanged onto the cuts that was visible in the moonlight, dropping blood over where she was standing at. Holding tweezers in her hands, she started to take out piece by piece of the debris that stuck to her body, wincing as she went on. Once she was done, she headed into the bathroom, took her clothes off, and started to cleanse off the dry blood that was clinging onto her skin. Her tears were blended in the droplets that clashed against her skin, dropping onto the bathtub that smelled like her blood and the drugs that her father took in the room.

She got the iodine, and few bandages that were still remaining and started to peel off the sub-prime layers of skin that kept her scarred back from plain view of the public. She couldn't tell her acquaintances, since they were asking why the girl was looking worse and worse every day. Not even could she date anyone who might try to stop her father, because she afraid that they will end up lifeless after confronting him. Horror always showed in her eyes whenever he appeared in front of her, waiting for the punishment that she couldn't be able to handle.

Once she was done with her injuries, the girl started to place her cerulean nightgown on and walked into her bedroom, drifting in the only safe haven of her home. It was always cleaned up every time that her father forced himself inside her room when she disobeys him, and the house was clear of all the blood and shattered items that was used in the beatings that she expected day after day. No one knew what was going on with her, since the cover-up makeup show what she looked like before her father took the drugs. By no means has she seen love from the man, and it will never come to her.

Afterwards, she headed into her bed, letting her body take her into the darkness of her mind and into the world of dreams. Recollections of which kept the girl in high spirits, and the will to live were bringing up one by one, showing her paths that cause them to become nightmares. Fire always surrounded her, and images of the man she feared the most showed around her, sending her down into the eternal abyss of the shadows. Into hell itself that she found seclusion and desolation. Not any one of her friends came to see how she was doing, and none of her relatives even spoke to her after her mother's funeral.

'Please, holy gods of the Earth...I beg for your assistance. I just want someone to assist me through my accursed father's wrath...Send someone for me to fall in love with, or let me perish in the fiery depths of hell alone...That is my desire...'

This girl's name was Amy Rivers, and this is her wish.

Me: I hope this will get some attention soon. I'm running out of room for my ideas.

Serenity: R&R, people! She really needs the support, or school will take over her mind!

Me: O.o' I'm scared.