Disclaimer: I do not own the song or Vincent Valentine (THERE I SAID IT!) But Miyako Heeyado is mine!
Author's note:The main character won't be meeting Vincent in this chapter. I haven't play FFVII yet so I'm not too clear about Vincent's personality, so if he's OOC, please don't hit me :P
About the pace of chapters, I won't guarantee anything since I have a job and will be in grade 12 this upcoming month.
Any comments to help make my story better or provide me a snapshot of what Vincent's personality is like are all welcome.
My grammars and spelling are bad. But I did proofread my story. However, I'll most likely miss it. So please kindly correct me.
But for now.
ENJOY FANGIRLS!
Vincent Valentine FTW~
The beginning
Behind those eyes hide the truth and grief
Behind those beautiful smiles
I've seen tragedy
The flawless skin hides
the secrets within
The silent forces that secretly ignite
your sins
The Rasmus's song rings through the night.
Lying in her room, ears plugged to avoid the noises of shattering glass and angry words her parent throw at each other.
She cuddle closer to the pillow her grandma left her on the day that she left her hometown.
Inhales the familiar scent she had grown up with for 10 years deeply usually is the only thing to comfort her when her parent start fighting over the most useless crap ever.
The fight usually doesn't end till morning. The hateful words are getting stronger and louder. But it's not like it's the first time anyway.
"Whatever.." she muttered to herself
Curling up to a ball under her blanket like a tiny kitten, she turns the volume of her music louder to chase away this cruel reality she has to face every single time her parent get together. Her mind starts to float somewhere else other than this hateful house.
Suddenly,
The noises stopped.
She sits straight up, ears cautiously detect the quietest noises.
There was none.
She could feel the time has stopped.
Her female instinct notifies her something terrible has happened.
As fast as a fox, she shot straight out to the living room.
The scene in front of her sights disgusts and shock her
The body of her mom, is lying there unconscious, trickle of blood oozing from her head, comes running down to her pale lips.
Her mom's cheeks are swollen due to those five fingers printed on it.
The sleeve of her mom's dirty , old but certainly her favourite shirt rolled up a bit, revealing all the bruises and scars, which have been left by either her abusive father or from the pocket knife her mom always carry.
Miyako's eyes widen as horror and disbelief. She knows for a fact that her father is abusive but she never did realize how much of a psychopath he is.
She can feel her chest's getting heavier. Her pupils widen as her heart's slamming in her chest. Her body's screaming for her to run away.
But somehow, she feels like she's standing in quick sand, sinking in the reality that her mom might be dead and she has to face this psychopath who she called father .
Her father is shaking from anger. He has completely gone mad. His jaws are tightened as his blood-thirst eyes glare at her , plotting what her end will be like.
A few strands of her mom's hair fell out of her dad's hand..
Drops of blood start falling to the ground from the corner of the table.
Her mom's body seems lifeless, engulf in that pool of blood.
Now, Miyako is clear. He must have had grab her mom's hair out of resentment and slam her head into the sharp corner of the table, the one in which would always give her scratches that won't heal for weeks.
She turns around and sprint straight out the door, hoping to escape the monster whose blood despicably running through her veins.
The night is dark and scary. She has never been out this late. The dim moonlight's the only thing that comforts and encourages her. Icy wind brush passes her face, sending fear up her spine.
It's quiet.
The only thing she could hear is her panting and the leaves falling on the ground.
Miyako is not sure whether it was dust that sting her eyes or she's actually crying but tears are streaming down her face, whether it's from fear or anger.
She doesn't care
She runs and runs, hoping the darkness will be a cover for her escape.
Frequently turning her head back to check up on her father, she didn't realize that up ahead, is a slipper road, in which could be responsible for all the changes in the life.