A/n – Well, I edited the prologue… I was just a tad bit worse at writing when I first wrote this story. So I edited it. And I'm editing the rest too. Just adding more color, detail, etc.
In Disguise
Prologue
Flashback
"Daddy? Daddy? Where's Mommy? Where did she go? WHERE IS SHE!" a small girl of five screamed and cried.
Looking down with her red rimmed emerald eyes she saw, on the velvety snow white carpet, her enchanting mother with a pool of deep red blood pooling around her left side. Nadeshiko's silky gray hair was spread around her, almost giving the scene a unetheral look. The little girls eyes widened in shock and horror at the realization, turning to glace around at the surroundings, noticing the fallen chairs, and a broken window, the glass laying brokenly around the whole room. She turned around with her short hair flying, and with startled eyes, met the cold glittering brown eyes of her father. Who happened to have a shiny gun clutched in his right hand. So startled, she stepped backwards, resulting in an excruciating pain in her left foot. Bright blood seeped into the carpet, adding another splotch of red on the carpet.
End of Flashback
That same girl is Sakura Kinomoto. Now, she sits dejectedly on a hard mattress; known to her as her bed. Her waist length honey colored hair is swept into an elegant ponytail as her callused hands traced the ugly silver scar stretching from her sole, to her big toe. Her striking jade eyes hold a faraway look, as she faintly remembers that day. The day, when her mother died, her father became an alcohol addict, and the day he started hitting her. Her figure filled out perfectly, yet her brain was more intelligent than any other 18 year old. Her father had not seen any point in school, and had home schooled her himself. Or he tried, when he was sober... yet it seemed the sessions always ended in a beating. So she had taken to learn everything herself. Resulting in her being abnormally smart. She had to live with him. Sakura had no other known relatives, or the court said so, and he probably had just killed all of them anyway was what she thought. Friends had faded, once she quit school, except Tomoyo, and Meiling, her best friends. But they had moved. They were the only ones aware of the situation. Her father hated her. Not disliked, hated, and still loathed her. She had bottled up her furious emotions, knowing it would only result in harsher blows. So? So she planned. And planned. And planned some more. Until it was foolproof.
ok. done. review. or else. ok, maybe or else... but please? it makes the author feel good. and get advice to improve. now, there are more chapters, so read until the end! then review!