Author's Note: I apologize for another new story, when I have so many unfinished and unworked on, but my plot bunnies come and go on a whim. I can't control those… pests. Yes, I'll be nice and call them pests. This is kind of unlike my other stories, but, what the hell. Just give it a chance, at least. My inspiration flows along with my mood, so that's why I update at complete random. My mood is random, and therefore, my writing is too. Well, I'll stop boring you now. Read.

She sat alone in her room, sitting quietly on her gray-colored bed as she stared blankly at the first rays of light that rose up from the first place she could spot them, the fence that connected her backyard and her neighbors. Not that she cared. All she needed was her precious room, anyway. She shifted slightly, pale blue gaze still fixed on the light. Her face morphed into what could barely be called a scowl, with so little emotion, but still enough to be called one.

Light... What use did the pathetic world have for it? After all, it was much better to stay in a pitch-black room, perhaps with a Flashlight app for occasional needs. Though, she supposed all light wasn't bad. The moon wasn't. The stars weren't. But she liked Night. It was dark. Like her soul. At least, her conscious told her that.

It told her a lot of things. It could be nice, but mean, too. And at this moment, it was being mean. She tried to ignore that pesky voice inside her, the one that kept her up at night and made her want to watch those deep, painful sounding songs she loved, like Hatsune Miku's "Game of Life", Miki and KAITO's "Insanity", and Vanan'ice's "The Immoral Memory".

She scratched at her wrist with her dull, roughly bitten nails, and felt a strange jolt of pain. Looking down, she saw that she had broken the skin, and stared apathetically at it as she saw a single bead of blood surface. About time, her conscious taunted her, and she almost felt its nonexistent eyes fixing her with a smirk. You've been scratching for so long, because you're too cowardly to just cut and take in the pain you know you want.

A visible frown on her face this time, she just continued staring at the red dot on her forearm. I'm no coward… she thought back, and her face relaxed to its normally blank expression. Her eyes were like frozen blue lakes, emotionless and pale. It's just too visible, that's all. I'm fine with my scratching and biting; the marks always fade after a few minutes. And, lifting up her usual left arm, she bit her wrist, and for a second the image of a hyena flashed in her mind. Am I really my own predator? A faint smirk on her face, she sank her teeth into the skin a bit longer before releasing her hold. She watched the deep mark left by her teeth, and stared at it until her skin recovered and it vanished from view.

Sighing, she looked at the calendar displayed right over her old black desk, staring with an almost apprehensive look at the date it was now… and the nearest Tuesday. On the 28th, her school would start… ah, pure hell.

What a close knit community of nincompoops they all were.

She would have to put on her "fake smile façade" and be her "ninja kitty loner" persona. Lovely. But, that was the price of the ending Summer Break, and a thirteen year-old girl like her had no choice but to accept it.

Walking slowly over to her computer, careful not to make any noise, she quickly logged in and gave what almost seemed like a smile to the big screen in front of her. She wanted to speak to her three best online friends a lot… maybe she would even show them a song she had written? Well, time to check if they were online.

Sadness flickered in her eyes as she realized that her closest friend was on a trip for a week. How would she get by without the usual venting to each other the two did? Well, she would have to try. KamiRisu wouldn't be very happy if her usual online chatting buddy broke down… at least, she almost hoped not. She had to be of use to her, somehow… right?

She checked her other two friends' profiles on the various sites she went on. AkiNiKyu was drawing some huntress on Livestream. She watched a few moments, then flicked to another site. She rarely found any joy in her online site jumping, and only when talking to her online buddies seemed to exhibit any excitement at all.

She checked her most likely all-time favorite site, a site for writers to gather. It was called "Separated-Dreams", and it was a good place to find things to read. Why it had such a name, she didn't know. And she didn't care. Seeing that her final friend option, KuroTenshi, was online, she decided to message her. After an all-too cheery and meaningless conversation, she told her that she was busy, needed to help her mom, and quit the chat.

Did she feel guilty for lying? No. Why should she? After all, she needed to go, anyway. So who cares what the reason? She was bored, and in her usual apathetic mind, that said a lot.

Hearing the birds start to chirp outside her window, she almost let out a snarl of disgust. Such simple, happy-go-lucky beings… oh, how she would love to just rip out their vocal cords. Burn their feathers to a crisp, and… well, she didn't need to go that far.

They had stopped, anyway.

She couldn't even recall what they had sounded like.

Her memory granted her that…

And so begins the story of Rin's existence.

Author's Note: I'd appreciate if you reviewed. Go ahead, be as harsh as you want. Flame. I'm not affected by such simple words spoken by rude people. I just want some critiques, about... writing style. The vocab I use. Is it too simple? Ah, whatever... I'll let you go on to your next story now. 'Cause I usually read every new one that appears on the page. Good way to learn new information... that I forget, anyway.