Disclaimer: FYI my name is not Amano Akira nor am I related to her in any which way

I slammed the door with all my might, and angrily stomped over to my bed. I buried my face into my pillow and let out a scream.

"MURPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A great way to let out steam, I've did it like, a million times already. I lifted my head and galred at the wall in front of me.

"Stupid wall, why do you have to look so annoying?" I scowled at it, hoping that something would be done before I demolished the wall with the hammer I had under my bed. I glanced over my shoulder, straight at my bookbag, laying innocently by the door,

"Stupid sack full of shit, why do you have so much torture in you?" I growled, wanting nothing more than to throw it into a meat shredder and watch as it became tiny strips of paper as I laughed maniacally. I glanced around the room,

"Stupid room, why are you so much like a fucking prison cell?" I glared at everything in sight. My thoughts then wandered off to the cause of all my anger,

"Fucking useless excuse of a worthless Mother, why are you such a bitch?" My mood darkened as I thought of the little piece of shit. She grounded me for every single thing I do!

The bitch had sent me to my room because I had called her date fat. It's not my fault the pig looked so much like a pig. No one right in their mind would date a fatass like that. Oh wait, he was a rich fatass, which changes everything. According to Mother. The slut.

I giggled as I thought about the stupid face Pighead had made when I called him fat. His squinty eyes became slits, his face fat that hung off his cheek and chin jiggled. His face turned red and I think his hair moved a little as he started calling me names.

The next time I see him, I'm going to show him a picture of a pig and ask if the two were long lost siblings or something. Something like that'll definitely anger a simpleminded fool like him.

Or I could fill his hat with super glue and pins.

Yea, let's do that, anything was fine, as long as I got some fun out of it. Sitting around the house all day long and doing the same things over and over again was getting boring.

I don't know what happened next, but I guess I must've dozed off, because the next time I woke up, it was already 10:00 PM. I sat up, rubbed my right eye, and yawned.

My stomach let out a growl before I decided to get something to eat then go back to sleep. I opened the door to my room, leading into a dark hallway. Ignoring the dark, I walked down the hall, passing by Mother's room and into the living room. I turned on the lights and headed over to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. A little past that was the entrance way, leading into this small apartment that I shared with Mother.

I opened the bottom door of the fridge, revealing to me three rows of shelves, each with nothing on them. With the exception of month old expired milk and a cucumber.

I grumbled to myself as I reached for the cucumber.

"The bitch didn't buy food, again." I said as I proceeded to cleanse the fruit and bit into it as I sat down on the couch. Turning on the TV, I glanced at the clock once more, hanging just over the TV.

10:05 PM.

I finished the cucumber, found no interest in what was happening on the TV,then fell asleep on the couch. I was wakened by something falling onto me. Groaning as I sat up, I was met with a purple designer's handbag. The slut was home.

I glanced over at the clock.

12:00 AM. I groaned again.

"Why're you waking me up so early in the morning, Woman?" I asked, pushing the bag off me and laying down on the couch again. I had nothing better to do than sleep, and dealing with her was troublesome.

"Oh shut it you little piece of shit. It's not like I wanted to wake you up either. Here." She threw something at me as she flung her coat over her shoulder, staring at me from over her shoulder.

"Be useful and go buy me some drinks and food for the fridge." She said. I stare at the bills she handed me before gaping at her.

"What?" She demanded.

"You're going to send me out there, in the middle of the night?" I asked.

"Yea? So what? It's not like anyones going to rape your ugly and unappealing body." She said, motioning to me. I looked down, and was met with a dirty white tee-shirt and blue shorts that reached mid-thigh. Almost no chest could have been found and the skin was unnaturally pale. I reached a hand up to comb it through my messy shoulder length red hair. I haven't combed it in a few weeks.

"And who do you think I got this from?" I glared at her. She glared back,

"Oh, I don't know, that useless no-good father of yours?" She replied. I backtracked, it was true in a way. My cowardly idiotic father was a red head and scrawny. Like me. Though that was what Mother told me. He left sometime before I was born so I had only her words and a single picture to rely on for evidence.

"Bah. Go to hell." I spat.

"Hate you too, brat, now go, I'm hungry." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and sashayed her way out of the room and into the bathroom.

"...Now go, I'm hungry." I mimicked her in irritation as I got off the couch and trudged down the hall to my room. I grabbed my Ipod, earphones and jacket, slammed my bedroom door shut, and slowly stomped down the hall and into the entrance way. Making sure that the evil woman heard me all the way.

I was rewarded with a shout of, "Keep it down, you! I'm busy and you're bothering me!"

"Fuck you too, Mother!" I chirped, plugged in my earphones, and slammed the door, which left me standing in a dimly lit hallway, alone. I shrugged, horror stories had never scared me that much, not with me growing up in the dark and left to my own devices.

Let's say that I had learned at an early age how to run things myself and was able to turn on the TV. Let's also say that even though I was smart enough to keep myself alive using the things that I found in the apartment, I didn't know that a TV had a remote control and Mother had left it on a channel that only played horror movie after horror movie.

Oh, while we're on that subject, we can add on that while most kids spent their childhood watching stupid kids running around, being stupid with rainbows and ponies, I spent it watching people get blown up to shreds, eaten alive, murdered, mutated, and anything else that can leave a child mentally disturbed.

Luckily, I believe that I got out of it okayish. Because unlike to what researchers believe, I am perfectly sane, I had not yet done anything stupid that would change my life forever, meaning, being admitted into an asylum. And I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

As I finished sharing my sad and oh so tragic back-story with whatever deity bored enough to listen, I entered the convenience store, located a few blocks away. Although it was the middle of the night, it was still bustling with life. People were everywhere, going up and down the aisles, standing in line at the counter, and doing everything else people do in convenience stores.

I grabbed a basket and headed for the food section. I threw in a few packages of meat and vegetables. Then snacks, lots of snacks, especially lollipops. I smile to myself maniacally as I started throwing in package after package of lollipops. I noticed from the corner of my eyes as a few people started backing away, nervous looks on their faces but I brushed it away.

Who cares about humans when we have lollipops to buy? I know I wouldn't give a fuck.

After the fifteenth pack, I smiled contently and headed for the counter.

I exited the store after receiving a weird look from the clerk. I flipped him off as a response.

So, up to now, nothing really interesting has happened but the story starts at a cross section.

I was just standing there, waiting for the light to turn red. There were people all around me and due to my short stature, I was getting pushed around everywhere.

I've read that in most stories, the person would get pushed into the street and get run over by a car when they're trying to get up from the fall. They see the car, but can't move out, and are all like 'Oh no! I'm going to die! Save me! (Insert_Name_Of_Love_Interest)-Kun!'

I'm going to say it now. I'm not that much of a wimp to get pushed into the streets. I was just standing there, moving slightly, from the effort to keep myself from getting pushed a lot, staring at the steady flow of cars, zooming past and out of sight in less than a second. Until I started thinking about choking my mom to death with a lollipop.

One thought led to another and I was suddenly left thinking about what would happen if I walked out onto the streets now. I don't know how, but I found myself in front of the crowd, blinking and staring back to see the crowd all behind me. I turned back to the road and the light turned white, I hopped a few big steps that left me standing in the middle of the road with everybody else just a few yards behind on both sides.

I looked up to start at the people on the other side of the road, they had stopped moving, staring at me with wide eyes.

A warning bell went off in my head as I turned to my right, staring at a huge ass truck heading for me at an alarming speed.

I was oddly calm about it though. Staring at the truck, I faintly heard some scream at me to move out of the way, but I ignored it.

I don't know what had gotten into me then, but I was strangely at peace and there was only one thought that ran through my mind when and after the truck hit.

'I wonder if the afterlife is going to be as troublesome as living...'