Chapter 1
A small girl sat in the corner of her lonely dark room, her legs tightly hugged to her chest and her arms spun around them, Soft whimpers escaped from her frail body and she shuttered in pain. She looked to only be about 11 or 12 maybe even 13 with the small height of 5'1. She had short shoulder length burnt orange hair and a molten gold/brown eye, the other was a dark cobalt blue. Her skin was a milky white color and looked very soft, but she had many scars littered on that pretty skin of hers it ruined her eternal beauty. Blood seeped through a few of the newly made cuts on her arms and legs and splattered onto the floor slowly in small drops. They taunted her, they could flee from her body, but she had to stay. It was madness a lone tear fell from her blue eye and slipped down her cheek over a small scar that was nearly invisible. Why did she deserve all this unimaginable pain?
She whipped the tear away and slowly stood on shaky; she wobbled a little and held onto the white wall so as to stop the world from spinning. She coughed a little into her left hand and a deep red substance dripped from her fingertips. She stared at the potent blood and scoffed, she flung her hand and the blood flew off and onto the already stained wall.
She glanced at the walls that surrounded her. Blank and smeared with blood. This was the room she had to grow up in; this is the room she dreaded. There was nothing but a bed in the far corner of the room and a small rotting desk on the other side. A few papers where spread out on the lonely table and a bottle filled with pencils sat on a shelf. She had a closet to her far right and she could only smile at the thoughts of its contents. The only things she could really own without being destroyed by that bastard of a father.
The girl looked down at her destroyed and tattered clothing, a loose black tank top with a few holes in the side and long black and white checkered flannel sleeping pants. There were a few spots stained with blood and it dripped down onto her fluffy white socks. Her gloved hands dripped with blood and a thin stream of blood dripped from her nose.
She sat on her bed and remembered what her father had told, well, yelled at her. It was a really good thing, even if she did get hurt in the process.
Her father lumbered into the silent room, a bottle in one hand and a small pocket knife in the other. He yanked the girl from her sleep and threw her on the ground, "Listen up you little Bitch" He breathed into her face. She scrunched her nose up for the smell of potent alcohol rolled off of her father's breath in waves.
"I'm going to' be away for a few' months now and you're not comin' wit'" He slurred out. Her eyes widened and she nodded furiously, her father gone for a while? That's like… like Heaven! She exclaimed in her mind.
She smiled softly and closed her eyes, drifting off into a dreamless state. With her father gone, she could finally get better. She'll invite her best friend over and they could finally hang out for once. She could get a shower without worrying about her father waking in on her. She could finally live. She could finally be herself. For Alex no Akatsuki had never been so free before.
