My Somber Life is based off of my real life, and some of the things in this was really hard to write. I hope you like it. I made the character different from my real self, though. Names are rewritten to protect the people who I based them off of.

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Prologue

A Door to Spira

It was another day for me, just another day in which I was abused. Yes, I know, it's hard to believe a girl so gentle and kind is abused, but I do have my aggressive side, which is coming out more and more, since I've been training in secret to stand up for myself. My mother keeps making plans over mine and makes me watch my brother for only twenty bucks a month when it should be more. Her boyfriend was the one abusing me.

I cried myself to sleep at night, knowing there was no way for me to escape this dreadful life of mine. It was hurting me on the inside. I was hurt and I had no way to know how to heal my wounds.

The day I left was the day I reveled in my freedom.

It was another day. A Sunday, to be exact. I had been rudely awoken by Kyle, who threw water on me to wake me up at nine o' clock in the morning. I was crying by noon, knowing that there was no way to stop the abuse. So I ran to the kitchen, as my mom and her boyfriend had gone out quad riding, and grabbed a knife. I knew it was wrong. I knew that mom didn't like me trying to hurt myself, but I had no choice. I was at an end. I was done with this life.

As I took the knife to my chest, something opened up behind me. I thought it was Deandra, a neighbor who comes to check up on me regularly. But it wasn't the back door. The pantry was gone and in it's place was a door. A strange door that I, in no way, knew how it got there.

The Fayth of Bahamut appeared at the door, gesturing to it, never speaking. I dropped the knife I was about to plunge into my heart and it clattered onto the floor.

Is this for real? Am I going to go away, forever? I thought to myself as I took a step forward. The Fayth nodded as if encouraging me. I stopped two meters short from the door and looked at the Fayth.

"Wait, there are fiends there. How am I to protect myself?" I asked. The Fayth held out his hand. In it was a sword unlike any I had seen in ANY Final Fantasy game. I took it and looked down. My clothes were standard and normal. A blue tank top, dark blue denim jean shorts, black socks and white shoes. I wasn't the type to match all my clothing, but, hey, they're just clothes.

All I had on for jewelry was the earring my sister bought me for my birthday and a necklace that I got at a convention that looked just like Yuna's. I sighed and smiled at the Fayth, placing the sword on my back.

"Go. This world you are in now will do you no good. Your true talents are being suppressed." The Fayth said before disappearing. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

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Nice prologue, huh? Some of it is true, though.