I turned the page in my manga book, eager to read on, even if i had already done so about a hundred times previously. I fingered the tatoo that wound down my arm from my shoulder to the hand. A thorny vine wound from the shoulder blade to the palm of my hand, where a white rose was displayed; it's petals bearing red splotches. representing how blood takes away purity. A loud shout vibrated the weak door that sealed my room, and I winced as it shot open to reveal a pissed off adoptive father. "Hannah Veloras Mitchells! You didn't clean the house like I asked! Get your ass down those stairs and clean!"

I bookmarked my page and sat up, wincing at the look from my "Dad". I got up from the bed and walked down the hallway, gracefully stapping down the steps. The door to my right opened to reveal a drenched girl, aka my "sister". "Dad" walked down the stairs and stopped when he saw her. "Amelia! What happened to you?"

Amelia fake sobbed, "H-Hannah had locked me out of the house. W-What did I do to deserve that?"

"Dad" Snarled, turning to me. "Hannah! GO TO YOUR ROOM!"

I sighed. "Yes dad."

He growled, "I will not be called dad by you. I am sir, or father when there is company."

I inwardly sighed. "Yes sir."

I began to walk up the steps when the familiar pang of pain in my chest alerted me to the advancing edge of my time. I raced to my room, and the pang soon became pangs as my heart sped up. When I stopped on my floor i grabbed a needle with a tube connecting it to a plastic bag. Pricking my skin, I allowed the blood to flow through a tube into the bag. I sighed in relief as the pangs slowed, then ended altogether. When the pangs ended, i pulled the needle from my skin and looked at the bag's contents. "About a quart this time... not looking good." I said to myself. I placed the bag in the fridge next to the countless other bags of blood. "Trip to the hospital will be needed soon. Geeze."

You see, ever since I was six, I was really smart and such. But unfortunatley along with that, a disease-like happening became known in my body. My body produces excess blood and as the increasing continues, pressure is added to the hears, causing pain. The more time flows by, the more pain and pressure. Until the moment when there is nothing but pain, there is a chance to get the blood out before it is too late for that. When it becomes too late, my body forces the blood out of my body through the mouth. This is a messy ordeal, and not a pleasurable one either. The sad thing is... my adopted family doesn't know about it. Only the teachers at school and the doctors at the local hospital, where I like to volunteer a lot.

Anyways, I closed the fridge and slumped onto the bed, hand groping around for my manga that lay on the end table beside me.

It.

Wasn't.

There.

My eyes were wide with panic, where could it be? I could've sworn that it was there when I left the room to 'obey' my 'dad'. My eyes hardened. 'So... it was him eh? Sneaky little bastard! I will turn him in one day!' I sighed, giving up, and climbed underneath the covers to make the pain all go away. A single star shone in the deep blue sky. I closed my eyes, 'Starlight, Star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Be grant this single wish tonight. ... I wish that I could be away from all this. That this family was no more! That I could be somewhere where I could be accepted...'

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'...and loved.'