Hey guys! I hope you like this new story. I currently have writers block for my other KHR story so here's a new story. I really suck at summaries and hope that the story makes up for it. Enjoy!
My name is Arianna. I hate using my last name that has been handed down to me from my father. This is why I use my grandmother's last name, Abandonato. She's long gone but she was a major impact on my life. She taught me everything that I know. My parents never did. My favorite spots to go are the Namimori Shrine and the mountains. But for now I'm stuck in my room. My parents brought me into this world and now I fear that they might be the ones to take me out of the world.
During a morning, such as this, I am scared to go downstairs so I go out from my window so I can go to school. I run as if I was running for my life till I get a block down from my house. As I walked, people were staring at me. This never bothers me.
A group of girls came up to me and started to shove me. I ended on the ground as they laughed. I'm amazed that I have this much will power to put up with people like this. I gingerly got up and ran to school where they wouldn't try anything.
I sat in the back next to the window in school. Of course it was raining today which in my opinion, made it tolerable. During our break session I went out for some fresh air. The same group from last time followed me. They threw me against the building wall. One tugged at my hair while the other one punched my face, stomach, and just about everywhere they could land their hands on.
They stabbed me with pencils and pens till the bell rang. I got up as if nothing happened and walked back to class. No one asked if I was alright, no one didn't care if I was. Class was the same as always. I knew everything ahead of everyone and wasn't asked to do anything by the teacher.
The time came to go home. I literally ran towards hell. "Where the hell have you been?!" A bottle came flying towards my head. I was lucky to dodge it in time though. "…" "I can't hear you! Where were you?!" Another bottle came flying. I dodged it again. My mother came behind me and slammed me into the wall. Then, they let out everything onto me.
Today I got more bruises that my skin can be considered black and blue, I got impaled with shards of glass and pens, but I'm still alive. It hurts so much but I don't want to die.
It was midnight when my parents blacked out from the alcohol. My body refused to move but I forced myself to. The night was cold and burned my body. Maneuvering my way through the streets, I made it to the shrine. My grandmother used to call me the "stained moon" or "child of the moon" as a child but I still don't understand what that meant.
I collapsed to the ground and stared at the stars. The night was always calming while to moon stayed up as a light in the sky. For some reason my hand drifted upwards towards the sky. Again, I blacked out.
When I awoke I wasn't scared, I wasn't hurt. I was simply content with lying on the ground. I didn't go to school and just sat at the shrine where it was peaceful. The priest that came to pray walked out and was surprised of my presence.
"Dear, you should be at school." I looked at the ground and shook my head. He understood then he took note of my injuries. "Why don't you come in? I'll patch up those wounds of yours." I looked at him and followed him inside. He quickly sat me down and scurried around for supplies.
"Tell me how these wounds happened." He demanded. "..." He shook his head in disapproval and bandaged me up. "You can stay up here for today and whenever you need to be here." He handed me the keys. "You're such a beautiful young woman just like your grandmother." The next second I felt a heavy blunt object like a bottle smashed into me. I blacked out again.
I found myself being dragged. The ground was giving no mercy. I looked up and saw my father and mother with sadistic smirks. They threw me and started to kick me relentlessly. I started to cough up blood. "You think you're smart for running away, huh?" "Answer him you piece of trash!" Mother yelled. It was hard to believe that they were my parents.
Father picked me up by the collar and forced me to stand. The next thing I knew was that he slammed the bottle against my head so hard that it broke. They left after they were happy with their work. I stayed on my hands and knees feeling the rain start to soak me. Blood was dripping off of me from everywhere. Why did this have to happen to me? Was it because of the title "child of the moon"?
I started to cry out loud not caring if anyone heard me. Blood soaked almost every inch of my body. I was getting more dizzy and tired by the second. Then, I collapsed onto the ground breathing heavily. Speaking my last words: "I can't die…not yet."
My eyes opened wide. I was breathing. I was alive. But how was I still alive? My body was stiff and wouldn't move. "Move damn it…" Ever so slowly, I sat up. Luckily, it was the weekend so I didn't have to worry about school. As soon as the pain in my body subsided, I got up and walked home and entered through the window.
My skin was normal again. I was an unnaturally fast healer when I got wounds. I changed into my casual clothing and wondered the town. There were suspicious people that wore green uniforms. Only I noticed. I continued my way down the street and went to a café. I sat and ordered an espresso and a tiramisu. I chowed down on the delicious cake when it arrived.
While sipping the espresso I sensed some people some close to me. "I didn't know that freaks are allowed in public." "Maybe it's trying to be human." One knocked the espresso that was in my hands all over the ground and luckily not on me. I just ignored them and picked up the shards of glass that was scattered on the ground.
No one did anything to stop them. They just looked away like cowards. After picking the glass up I threw it away and walked away from them. The group of girls that bothered me didn't follow me. I went home for the night and was faced with hell again.
The next day, I was welcomed with another beating from my parents all day long. While on the ground, I covered my ears with my hands to block all of the noise. Weird enough, there was no noise to be heard after I took my hands off. I smiled slightly that I couldn't hear what they were yelling. They struck me hard enough that I black out but I was smiling.
I found myself awake at four A.M. I quickly ran to my room. "What did I do yesterday?" I said out loud to no one in particular. My uniform was on, my hair was in a bun at the top of my head, and I had a new trick. I escaped and walked slowly to school and made some detours here and there.
School was good for once. I couldn't hear anything anyone was hearing. This left my other senses stronger. I saw one of my classmates running in his boxers. He was an outcast like me. But he had more friends and didn't get bullied like me though. Class was quiet even though the girls would come and push me around. I would just piss them off more when I smiled. The beatings would just get worse and worse though. But I would heal right up.
After school I stayed a little longer and then walked out. I noticed that the guy in his boxers was walking in the hall as well. He looked to me and had a worried look on his face. "A-are you alight? You're hurt everywhere!" "People like you shouldn't talk to things like me. I'd advise you to stay away from me at all cost." He looked at me still worried but frightened. "W-what do you mean?" "You shouldn't worry about a walking corpse Tsunayoshi Sawada." I walked passed him and to home.
Before I entered, I blocked the noise again. I've been doing this a lot that I don't need to lift my hands. I walked in and saw my aunts and uncles. This surprised me since my parents hated them. My aunt came rushing to me and hugged me. "Let's go talk in your room. This is very important." She literally dragged me to my room in a rush.
"Why is everyone here?" I asked her when we entered my room. "It's to keep your parents from interfering." She took the box that was in her hands and gave it to me. I gladly took as I remembered it being grandmas. "Don't let your parents get ahold of it. They can't open it anyway but at all costs, don't let them get it." She exited.
I opened it with ease. Grandma's perfume was in here with a letter. There were other items but I'll get to them later. I sprayed the perfume and melted with happiness to be able to smell the scent of my beloved grandmother. The letter seemed really old.
My dear child of the moon:
When you get this delivered to you, I am no longer here. I do hope for your safety from your parents. If it gets to a point where you will die, then I want you to kill them. Do not fright child of the moon, this is rather your fate to kill. There is much I wish to discuss but my time is running out. To put things short and simple: you are a powerful woman that posses a white flame, otherwise called the moon flame. You probably know that you have some power since you figured out how to block out the noise. There are many other things that you can do, but it'll be better if you figure them out by yourself. Don't forget all that I've taught you. Don't forget all that has happened to you. Stay strong my child of the moon and you will become the brightest moon in the sky.
I was taken back from the letter. It's like she knew what was going on now. How did she know about me being able to block out the noise? Why is this happening to me? What does the child of the moon even mean? Too many questions popped in my head.
I slipped through my window and went to the shrine to think things over. I sat on the ground and looked at the note over and over till it was time to go home. This time I got beaten up worse than any other time. I crawled back to my room and fell asleep hoping that everything tomorrow will be better.
By the time I got to school, I couldn't hear anyone. The girls had gotten pretty mad that I didn't answer them and made a plan during class. For the break period, I was walking past a window where I felt myself being pushed. The window broke into shards. I was falling to my death.
At first, I thought it was going to be my parents to kill me but I was wrong.