Happy
The young girl with molten gold eyes and emerald green hair popped her head up from under the blankets. She had dragged them into her corner with her that night. She had slept with her legs tucked tightly into her body and her head in her pale, thin arms that gripped her knees again. She slowly stretched her arms behind her head and winced as she felt her arms and legs for injuries. The beatings were really hard last night. She had multiple bruises everywhere. The colours interested her somewhat. But the pain that enveloped her made her forget all about the interesting colours that decorated her sickeningly pale skin. She might have dropped to the floor and cried if this wasn't a regular occurrence. It had been happening for three years, since her mother had died. Usually she managed to go unnoticed by her father she'd make him breakfast then sneak away to avoid his wrath. She learned when she was just four that it was her job to feed him. Even though young Ryoma Echizen was only six, she was a genius; she could already cook and had been reading since she was two. She was smart enough to avoid her father when possible and not to give a reaction when he hit her or when he blamed her for mothers' death. Ryoma had always wondered how she could have been responsible for the death of her mother when it was a car crash.
Yes, Ryoma was a genius, but even she didn't know why she covered her bruises every day, or why she hadn't told anyone. The question she asked herself every day
Why?