Author: Kisakino Ookami
Title: To Be Loved
Chapter One: Hate You
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything in VPM.
Summary: A girl runs away from home, wishing only to be truly happy. To be loved. But sometimes, happiness cannot be found in this world . . . Only in the fantasy one . . .
Other: This is what boredom does to me. Read and review!
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*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Dear Diary,
Perhaps it's my imagination speaking. Perhaps not. Maybe I'm going crazy. I am talking to myself, after all. Well, thinking is more like it. I don't think I'm going insane. Insane people never think for a moment that they're going insane. I am. So I can't possibly be going crazy, can I?
It's been so long. I can't remember what I used to be like. I only know what I am now. A useless runaway. I do remember why I ran away, however . . .
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Don't you tell me how I should treat my daughter!"
He backhanded her, sending her staggering back across the room, clutching at her face. It turned red, then purple, and then black after a few minutes. The mother of the girl cried, tears running down her bruised cheek, then her hand as she cradled her face.
"Please . . . Don't hurt her anymore . . ."
The girl lay prostrate on the ground, eyes shut, willing the pain, her father, everything to go away.
"Get up!"
She moaned a little, then screamed as he kicked her in the side. She hated when he got drunk like this.
"I said 'Get up,' you worthless whore!"
She rolled, dodging another drunken blow from her father. "I . . . I'm not a whore!"
"You are what I say you are, you little slut!"
"All I did was talk to Akira for a minute! He's just a friend!"
All he did in response was give her another swipe across the face. She fell back, then collapsed to the ground once more. Her nose was bleeding, both her eyes were bruised, and every move she made sent pain shooting up her sides.
"I hate you," she whispered.
Then, she passed out.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
Why did he have to be so . . . so cruel to Mom and me? All I did was talk to Akira. That was all I did. All I did.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Hey, Hikari, wait up!"
She turned around and smiled. "What's up, Akira?"
"Nothing. But . . . I was just wondering . . . Are you doing anything next Friday?" He was stammering and blushing, which made Hikari laugh inwardly.
But she couldn't. "I'm sorry, Akira, I . . . I can't." She frowned, glancing quickly at the rows of cars to see if her father had already come to pick her up. He wasn't there, as far as she could tell. "Listen, Akira, I'm sorry, but . . . I'm not allowed. My father is really . . . overprotective."
"Oh. I understand." He looked so disappointed; she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
She sighed, then glanced quickly around to make sure _he_ wasn't there. "Akira, I'm sorry. Maybe this will make it up to you." She leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
He blushed even more. "Th - thanks. Well, uh, gotta go!" He raced off quickly, smiling and blushing. He turned around, just to wave goodbye. She waved back, grinning.
She turned around, only to see that her father was in the car behind her, watching. He was waiting for her to come.
*~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~*
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This is a multi-part thing. So the next chapter will further demonstrate this tale of misery and regret.
Well, bye! And don't forget to review!
Quote of the day: The hardest thing about falling is the ground.
Title: To Be Loved
Chapter One: Hate You
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything in VPM.
Summary: A girl runs away from home, wishing only to be truly happy. To be loved. But sometimes, happiness cannot be found in this world . . . Only in the fantasy one . . .
Other: This is what boredom does to me. Read and review!
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Dear Diary,
Perhaps it's my imagination speaking. Perhaps not. Maybe I'm going crazy. I am talking to myself, after all. Well, thinking is more like it. I don't think I'm going insane. Insane people never think for a moment that they're going insane. I am. So I can't possibly be going crazy, can I?
It's been so long. I can't remember what I used to be like. I only know what I am now. A useless runaway. I do remember why I ran away, however . . .
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Don't you tell me how I should treat my daughter!"
He backhanded her, sending her staggering back across the room, clutching at her face. It turned red, then purple, and then black after a few minutes. The mother of the girl cried, tears running down her bruised cheek, then her hand as she cradled her face.
"Please . . . Don't hurt her anymore . . ."
The girl lay prostrate on the ground, eyes shut, willing the pain, her father, everything to go away.
"Get up!"
She moaned a little, then screamed as he kicked her in the side. She hated when he got drunk like this.
"I said 'Get up,' you worthless whore!"
She rolled, dodging another drunken blow from her father. "I . . . I'm not a whore!"
"You are what I say you are, you little slut!"
"All I did was talk to Akira for a minute! He's just a friend!"
All he did in response was give her another swipe across the face. She fell back, then collapsed to the ground once more. Her nose was bleeding, both her eyes were bruised, and every move she made sent pain shooting up her sides.
"I hate you," she whispered.
Then, she passed out.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.
Why did he have to be so . . . so cruel to Mom and me? All I did was talk to Akira. That was all I did. All I did.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Hey, Hikari, wait up!"
She turned around and smiled. "What's up, Akira?"
"Nothing. But . . . I was just wondering . . . Are you doing anything next Friday?" He was stammering and blushing, which made Hikari laugh inwardly.
But she couldn't. "I'm sorry, Akira, I . . . I can't." She frowned, glancing quickly at the rows of cars to see if her father had already come to pick her up. He wasn't there, as far as she could tell. "Listen, Akira, I'm sorry, but . . . I'm not allowed. My father is really . . . overprotective."
"Oh. I understand." He looked so disappointed; she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
She sighed, then glanced quickly around to make sure _he_ wasn't there. "Akira, I'm sorry. Maybe this will make it up to you." She leaned forward and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
He blushed even more. "Th - thanks. Well, uh, gotta go!" He raced off quickly, smiling and blushing. He turned around, just to wave goodbye. She waved back, grinning.
She turned around, only to see that her father was in the car behind her, watching. He was waiting for her to come.
*~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~*
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This is a multi-part thing. So the next chapter will further demonstrate this tale of misery and regret.
Well, bye! And don't forget to review!
Quote of the day: The hardest thing about falling is the ground.