Disclaimer: I do not own Hunter x Hunter
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first ever story that I am publishing. I will try to update as regularly as I can. I would like to ask you guys to give honest reviews, constructive criticism is always welcome, however to those that might want to flame me for reasons that are totally ridiculous ... you are welcome to try. It shall be humorous for me. I am still,unfortunately, in the process of figuring out how to work everything on this website. so give a little time and yeah. I hope You all enjoy the story.
Prologue
Have you ever noticed, that the one thing people always tell you, is that love is the way to go whenever you are lost in life? They say that if you ever have the choice between money and love …choose love. At a young age that's what I thought I would choose to. I thought that that's what I wanted at the end of the day. I thought it was right. To be the girl that was rescued by a handsome prince and get married and have a happily ever after. To be that girl that everyone would envy, that they would whisper and say how lucky I was to be on the prince's arm and to be a princess.
But… life doesn't work that way. It never did and why would it start now. I learnt that from a young age too. Reality hits you at some point in time and you can't do anything to prevent that. Unfortunately, I just happened to be so special that reality couldn't help but to give me a more… special type of greeting. The type of greeting that deals with a large fist to the face that would break a minds sense of equilibrium and then you would just 'happen' to have that same head of yours crashing into the nearby brick wall. Yes, that sounds quite accurate and let's not forget the little trickle of blood from your forehead and the overwhelming sense of pain that your body feels. As if every neuron from your nerves are on fire and reality just happens to be a generous donor of an unlimited amount of gasoline.
I learnt that those stories are exactly what we expect them to be. They are fairy tales. Useless little dreams that get us nowhere and give us false hope. A prince? Don't make me laugh. Those people don't exist to me, not anymore and they never will. Love or money? Money of course. How else would a person get out of this hell that they call a home. Was there a prince to rescue me from 'daddy's' beatings? Was there a prince there, when that same father destroyed my mother? Was there a prince there when I was on the floor with tears streaming down my face when everything I knew was destroyed right in front of my eyes?
At 5 years old we were happy, a family of three. At 6 years old I had become a big sister. At 7 years old he started disappearing day in and day out and became a cheater. At 8 years old there were harsh whispers in their room. At 9 years old there were harsh whispers in the neighbourhood with curious eyes. There was violence and blood and eyes that watched and became instead of curious, it became knowing, it became pity. At age 9, It was a wife that became an alcoholic a husband that was an expert cheater and 2 children that were dragged into an unknown abyss of darkness.
At age ten, was when the world finally fell apart.