Hello all! This is the first FF that I have written in a few years. I hope you enjoy it and sorry it is a little long! There were just some details I wanted to get out into the open and I promise there will be more talking as the chapters continue! I don't own OHSHC! Constructive criticism only please! Be Kind! ^-^

'Fuck…' that was my only thought as I was startled awake again from another nightmare. I turned my head towards the alarm clock that sat on the nightstand, which read 4:45 am. A little too early to really need to get up for school but after that nightmare I highly doubt I'll get anymore sleep. Reluctantly, I sit on the side of my bed and just rest my head in my hands and wait to see if I had woken Ranka up again. He was such a caring man but I doubt he would be able to help me as much as he wanted to. He just has no idea what goes on in my life. Sure he knows my background from the reports but that is about it.

I finally get up and saunter over to the closet to collect my robe and toiletries and head to the communal bathroom after I have made sure its safe. I turn the water on and as it gets to the right temperature I stare at myself in the mirror. I'm curvier than I was 6 months ago when Ranka adopted me fully after I was placed in his care by the authorities. However, I still see nothing worth looking at. I'm pale and now have darker rings growing under my eyes from the lack of sleep that I was acquiring. I decided that I would take the Honor Student scholarship for Ouran Academy and was successful. The previous family that had me made it clear they didn't want me for anything other than a paycheck every month and if I wanted things then I needed to get a job and do it myself.

After what seemed like forever on that thought, I quickly jumped in the shower, cleaned up and got out before there was a chance that Ranka would know. I donned my robe, collected my toiletries and retreated back to my room. I blow dried my hair enough that the winter air wouldn't freeze it on the way to school. I double checked that everything was in my bag, including my work clothes, which I would need tonight after the Host Club met. I walked to the kitchen where I saw the normal morning routine. Ranka was making breakfast, had already made my lunch for school and had a teapot and a cup waiting for me at my spot at the table. The whole thing felt very strange to me and made me very awkward since I wasn't used to being cared about. I ate quickly and drank my tea and then I walked towards the door to grab my winter coat, where I said my goodbye's to Ranka. I would meet up with him later tonight where he worked at the Tranny Bar.

Since I was early today, I decided to just walk to school. It was a nice walk even in the very brisk winter morning air. I started going over the notes for today's History test and hoped that I was absolutely sure about everything. When I got school I went to my shoe locker and changed my shoes and was off to my first class of the day which was Literature. I took my usual seat between Hikaru and Koaru. We talked for a few minutes before the Teacher called the class to order and began passing the tests out. I studied the test quickly before answering the questions and found that this was all the easier material that was covered and was going to be fine. I answered the questions perfectly in no time and went through it once more to make sure it was indeed perfect. The only mistake was my name. My last name was legally changed to Fujioka when Ranka adopted me and I was so used to my birth last name. I am glad for the new last name because it was giving me a chance to heal from everything but it was still strange. I fixed it and turned it in where the teacher said what the homework was going to be for tomorrow then dismissed me since I was done with the test. I smiled towards the twins before heading out the door then went to the study hall by my History class for the second test of the day. Today was only a half day to give the students a chance to study before Winter Finals and we went on a short break for the holidays.

I sat my bag on the table and brought out my notes for my History test. As I was studying them my eyelids began to droop and I fell asleep. But, it would end up being less than pleasant.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU CALL THAT CLEAN?!" Blow one delivered to the side of my face. Then another, and another. The blows kept coming until I lost consciousness. I had not cleaned the house up to THEIR expectations. I wish I could say the beatings were few and far between but they weren't. At first it was, when I was child but even then I was bruised black and blue more often than I truly care to admit. The last time that happened with my parents, I had knocked a teapot off the counter while my sperm donor had me in a chock hold and was flinging me around. I was already on the brink of passing out before the porcelain came crashing to the floor and then I don't remember much after that. The neighbor next to us grew concerned and called the police. When they arrived, I was barely breathing from having my face smashed and being stabbed multiple times. I had substantial injuries which landed me a stay in the ICU. My parents were arrested and charged for drug possession, child abuse, child

pornography and a few other things. My innocence was all that I had left. They hadn't taken that away from me.

When I was released from the ICU, I was a ward of the state and spent the next 3 years in the system being tossed from place to place. All of them ended up just as bad as being at my parent's place. I had gotten a job when I was 14 as a waitress at a place in the red light district. It was a disgusting place but I needed a job. Eventually, the management moved me up onto the stage when I turned 15, from a huge request of the regulars. It made better money but at this point I didn't care since my life was going nowhere. Sure, I had top marks in school despite all the moves with foster 'parents' and even short stays in youth centers until they could place me again. The last family I had forced me into doing more. I was forced into prostitution but luckily I still kept my virginity. It was all I had.

A customer was not happy that I wouldn't put out for him and beat the living hell out of me. He stabbed me in the ribs and my arm, dislocated my other shoulder and beat me black and blue. I was left to die when someone found me. I was on the brink of death, again. I was transported to the hospital and had a few surgeries to stop the bleeding and close up my wounds. I woke up 2 days later with a Child Advocate sitting next to me. I was asked about everything. I cried and told her about all the moves that I had been through. All the jobs I had done. Absolutely everything. She told me that the police were investigating and the judge was placing me in a new home. I had an anxiety attack for the first time in front of someone. She calmed me down and explained that this was the person who found me and he was cleared for foster kids. She assured me that she would come check on me regularly and that was she was my new case manager. She was a very sweet woman.

I felt myself being shaken awake by someone. It pulled me from my nap.

"Haruhi…. Hey, Haruhi. You need to wake up. It's time for class." It was Koaru. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He sat down for a minute and looked at me straight in the eyes. For the first time since I had both come to Ouran and been friends with the twins….. I cried. I didn't realize Hikaru was behind me but they hugged me and let me cry. When I was done we went to class. We were all late but we didn't care. We did our tests and left, just as we did for our Literature class. The twins surprisingly didn't pry as to why I was upset. They kept it to themselves but I had a feeling that when it came time for the club to meet I was going to get bombarded with questions by everyone. We had a short break before our math class and so we studied for that test together. I finished my test first, again, and then headed to the host club. On shorter days we have extended hours so that the Shadow King can make more profit. When I got to the host club, Kyoya was typing away on his laptop in his usual spot waiting for the rest of the club members to show up.

I rolled up my sleeves and sat down to type on my own laptop and wait for the others as well, since I wouldn't have as much time later because of work when I realized that rolling up my sleeves was indeed a very bad idea.

"Haruhi. What is that on your arm?" Kyoya asked as he looked over from his laptop and my breath hitched.

What is to come next I wonder? hmmmmm? Read to find out!