Again. It happened again. She looked down to her bruises, eyes seemingly unfazed, though her heart was twisted by hate. Hate. Ah yes, she thought. Yes, hate was a word she knew the best. Hate was also what she harbored for the woman in front of her.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? HATSUNE MIKU! YOU PIECE OF TRASH! JUNK!" The woman, more accurately her stepmother, threw her slipper at the teal-haired girl. The girl winced, holding her head, but she still managed a glare at the woman.
"HOW DARE YOU PIECE OF JUNK LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT?! I didn't raise you for nothing you know! Look at all this luxury! Good clothes, good food, I even sent you to the most prestigious school in this place! What more could you ask for?"
Freedom, a little voice whispered.
Freedom. Ah, of course. That was her greatest desire. Yes. She was willing to trade everything for that freedom that was out of reach. Even though she could go out alone, her stepmother always gave her a sense that she was no more than a prized bird trapped in a cage. Miku didn't have friends too. She wanted friends, though. She yearned for them. For someone to be able to understand her. Yet, no one wanted to befriend her. It was her fault in a way, though, she admitted. Years of abuse by her stepmother had jaded her. She threw away feelings, emotions. She was cold to everyone.
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?" The woman banged Miku against a wall. Her head collided with the hard cement, leaving bloodstains on the sky-blue wall. Miku gritted her teeth, not yet willing to do it. One more time, just once, she promised herself.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING!" The woman kicked her in the stomach, causing the petite girl to cough blood. The woman then slapped Miku repeatedly, laughing sadistically. This was it. Miku's barrier cracked, and she whipped it out without hesitation. The blade of the silver dagger slit through the woman's throat, drawing blood. Miku then stabbed her stepmother repeatedly, laughing maniacally as the woman before her screamed, shrieked, and pleaded.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Miku chanted happily while plunging the dagger repeatedly into the woman's stomach.
Blood stained the expensive carpet, while still more flowed from the fatal wounds. Miku giggled, when her stepmother finally stopped thrashing, a look of horror on her face.
"Aww, your dirty blood got on my teal hair."