Kylie walked in her house to find it empty and silent. She breathed a sigh of relief; her father had finally gotten over it and was back at work. Every third week of the month her father would get really drunk and was easily offended and become abusive. Kylie usually spent that time hiding from him and leave him alone; she wouldn't speak, eat with him, or be anywhere near him during those times. But sometimes he would come up to her room and yell and hit her if she snapped back. It was worse when she wasn't home on time; he always stayed in the living room during those times, so there was no way around him. Kylie picked up his empty beer cans and set up the vacuum cleaner. He made a huge mess all the time, and she hated the place messy even though she shouldn't really care, besides even when he wasn't drunk he was still abusive. After her chores she went into the kitchen, surprisingly it was pretty neat and there was a note for her on the counter.

Kylie,

Working a little late tonight, I'll be home by at the latest seven so make roast beef for dinner and have the place CLEAN!

Kylie sighed in frustration; she always kept the place pretty clean. She might as well start the beef since it took a long time for it to cook. But when she opened the fridge there was no roast beef, she checked the freezer. There wasn't any in there as well. Kylie panicked a little, she didn't know what to do, so she just made a different dinner, hoping against hope her father wouldn't be too mad, but knew he would anyway. When he finally did arrive home Kylie was reading a book, she was too nervous to focus on it and too nervous to eat. When he walked in Kylie kept her gaze on the book, he walked into the kitchen and then came back to her. "I thought I told you to make roast beef" he said

"Yeah but we didn't have any" Kylie replied her voice even.

"What? What do you mean?" he cried out,

"I mean there is none in the refrigerator or freezer you're going to have to buy some more if you want any" she replied patiently and a little mockingly.

"I wanted roast beef tonight" he cried out,

"Tough we don't have any you're just going to have to make do tonight" she said clenching her teeth. Suddenly he smiled, "Got a call from your principal from school" he said mockingly, "That isn't unusual" Kylie replied back. His smirk grew bigger,

"He says you have to be transferred to a new class because you're acting up and fighting with your classmates, he says this is your last chance otherwise he'll kick you out" Kylie knew this of course, after her sixth fight in four days she was summoned to the principal's office and he suggested she be transferred to yet another new class. She had been transferred one other time, and the principal said this was her last chance. Kylie didn't give a damn though, she didn't care what happened. "I don't give a damn" she replied to her father "Don't you talk to me like that" he growled,

"Like what?" she asked as innocently as she could, he ripped the book from her hands, she stood up and crossed her arms, they were both glaring at each other "I'm sick of all these calls from the school, I'll tell you if you get kicked out of school I won't let you go to another school, you'll go with me to work, you'll work the rest of your miserable life." He threatened. Kylie's glare deepened, "I don't care" she replied coldly.

They argued for ten minutes until she finally snapped that this was her life. "I'm paying for your tuition! And I don't want your schooling to go to waste because you try to act so tough" he replied back, Kylie felt the anger within her grow,

"Screw you! It's the way you treat me that makes me "act up"' she yelled.

He slapped her on the face; she staggered back from the force behind it but didn't react, he kept at it for nearly twenty minutes until she fell down the stairs and stayed there. She hurt all over and didn't want to get up, her father walked away leaving her down there. She rolled over and pushed herself up, and somehow managed it to her room. Where she collapsed onto the bed and still in her everyday clothes she fell asleep. Kylie woke up pretty early, it was still dark outside and then she realized why she was awake so early, there was a throbbing pain in her head, and side. Groaning she stumbled into the kitchen and took some pills to ease the pain.

Kylie turned the bottle around and stared at the directions and wondered, what was it like to die? She had never had a near death experience but from all those crappy TV shows people said it was either painful or peaceful. She poured a handful of pills into her hand and studied them, was she just going to end her life just like this? Right here and now? She thought about her mom when she committed suicide. What was she thinking before she died and when she had the gun to her head? For some odd reason Kylie smiled a little bit, the pills were pain reliever, how ironic she wanted her physical and mental pain to come to an end and be relieved of it, well these pills would do the trick after all, people don't feel pain in hell or heaven, wherever the hell people go when they die.

She sighed, closed her eyes and was about to put the handful of pills when all the sudden she heard a cold voice inside her head, it was a brief whisper of a "no," but Kylie stopped. She just stared at her shaking hand and finally dumped all but two (the right amount) back into the bottle. She swallowed them, still shaking at what had happened to her. She walked back up to her room and sat on her bed looking out the window until the sun came up.

Grudgingly she put her school uniform on, she hated the pink jackets and way to short skirts. She brushed out her hair and stared at the girl in the mirror. The girl had cold sapphire blue eyes that never showed a hint of happiness, and had long black hair, with bangs to cover up her eyes, she was pale and thin looking. Kylie turned away and picked up her bag and left the house, it took twenty minutes to get to school but after a few minutes she realized she hadn't eaten in a little less than twenty four hours. She decided to stop by a café and pick up a cinnamon roll or something, as she rounded a corner she ran smack into another person although he had a greater impact on her than she him. As soon as she collided she started to fall back but the boy grabbed her arm and pulled her up right.

"My bad, sorry" she muttered, the boy made no comment only a non committal grunt but continued to move on, she turned to see who she ran into and stopped in her tracks. The boy had spiked silvery white hair and was dressed in a Domino High school uniform. She couldn't see his face because his back was turned to her, she hesitated tempted to go back to him and apologize and maybe walk to school with him, but decided against it. The boy's posture told the world to leave him a lone and so she kept on her way. All the while she kept thinking about the boy, why hadn't she seen him anywhere? Sure she was transferred three times in different classes, but she would have recognized such hair anywhere, before she knew it she was at Domino High, the first bell rang and as soon as she was halfway to her new class she remembered she didn't pick up anything to eat. Muttering swear words she opened the class room door and walked in just as the second bell rang. The teacher smiled at her and she just scowled.

"Class we have a new student with us today," she said cheerfully putting an arm around her. Kylie just looked at the ground, the teacher finally said, "Why don't you go sit by Bakura over there," finally Kylie looked up to where the teacher was pointing and froze. It was the same boy she ran into, but now she could see his face.