(THE FIC IS BELOW, PLEASE READ INFORMATION AND WARNINGS) Hello. xD Another one of my M-rated Amuto fics. ;O I also have another idea for something called "Amu Enchanted" based off of "Ella Enchanted," basically Amu is granted the gift of obedience from a fiary the day she is born, but a pervy-cat comes along and takes advantage of it. xD Etc. That and I need to do my Sequel and Alternate Ending for "Just a Game or Love?" But… I'm procrastinating on everythin'. ;P I'll get to it hopefully. (To understand what I mean: Read my other fanfictions)

But this is a different fic I randomly thought of, kind of (not really, just… Some-what) related to a messed-up novel I recently read "Living Dead Girl." Trust me, it was… Effed up, really. o__o;; xD But uhm, there will be warnings for this fic. I'm quite proud of this short chapter one, it's sort of a cliff-hanger/epilogue, y'know??

Warnings: Slight Incest, y'know… Father raping his daughter sorta thing. Yes, messed up isn't it? XD;; Uhh, abuse, wrist-cutting, M-rated stuff in the near-future or just.. Future. Uh. Depression, and I also have decided I'm involving gore into the plot-line etc. d:

Information: Read this or you'll be confused! Okay, in this fanfiction Amu and Ikuto are the same age. They're both 14 going on 15. M'kay? And Midori and Tsugumu aren't her mother, they're both to nice for me to say they're doing this sort of thing, I wish I had them as parents. Really. And Midori and Amu don't look so much alike as said in here, so…

Author Warnings: Read this now or don't read this fic or even compliment on this fanfiction. Okay, I'm only really looking for compliments I can get criticism from my friend who I have look over this really. And I know the plot-line is fucked-up and disgusting, but seriously – get an imagination!! I had someone say they hate me for one of my plot-lines in another fic and it actually hurt me, really. It's my fic, I'll write what I want. And I wrote strictly in the other fic that I based it on something else, just as I did for this. So, please. Don't be saying you HATE me. I'm just a depressing person.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara! Peach-Pit does…

Scares and bruises cover her arms. The teachers and her friends notice, but left the matter unquestioned.

Whenever touched - she becomes frail and grunts in pain.

There are three deep fresh slices upon her wrist and two other noticeable scares that may never heal.

While her small amount of friends and each of her teachers leaving the matter alone the rest of the children in her school treats her horribly.

Some throw things at her, some hit her. Most say the cruelest things that make her life feel more insignificant than what it really is.

She believes she's inhuman, she believes she's unloved. But she didn't know that within the shadowy abyss lurked a boy who watched over her and pitied her and longed to be with her. But the problem was… He was afraid of how he could help her, how he could save her.

Her parents abused her as a child, in the past. But in the present her parents split up and she lives with only her father. Her cruel, unlovable, emotionless father who uses her as a sex-toy and still abuses her to relieve his stress.

As he roughly and sexually assaults her, taking what's left of her virginity he whispers cruelly to her, "Why do you do this to me? You need to learn to be a good girl," he grits his teeth and smacks her and she cries in pain, "Did you know Mommy hates us? Mommy hates you, so why do you have her looks?"

He tells her he loves her and then without warning he thrusts quickly within her causing her pain. She whimpers.

She noticed how he was lying through his teeth. He didn't love her.

She can only reply with, "I will, I'll be a good girl, Daddy." She bites back the tears, "I know, Mommy hates us, she left us. She especially hates me, Daddy. I don't want to look like her, though. I love you, too."

But she didn't do anything wrong. She truly was a good girl. Even if it was true that her Mom hadn't loved her or her dad…it was also true that she didn't love them either. Her life was full of lies and doubt in her eyes.

Soon after being sexually tortured by her own father, she sits all alone on the bathroom floor in front of the sink. She grabs the scissors from in the cabinet and opens them and holds one side of the blade tightly, causing blood to rush out from her palm and fingers while the other blade is intact with her wrist. She cuts a deep thick slice on her wrist and the blood seeps out of the dead cells of flesh. She screamed in pain, realizing she had cut far deeper than before.

She scrambled to her feet and looked around in search for something to wipe the oozing blood off with. Soon enough she came in contact with a small white towel and covered her wrist whilst tainting the fabric. She breathed evenly, waiting for the pain to lessen.

She heard a click from the door-knob, the door soon opened to show her father.

At first his expression was astonished and worried, but soon became furious and confused. He shouted, "What are you doing to yourself!?"

He ran over to her and retrieved the bloody pair of scissors from her blood-smeared palm.

He sliced her cheek deeply. Stabbed her arm two times. Slit a deep line on her arm. He thrashed at her and punched her.

"Ah!! Daddy! Stop, please! Daddy, I love you! Please!" She pleaded with a cry.

"Don't I take good care of you?! Don't I do enough for you?!"

"Daddy, please stop!" She tried to hug him to calm him down, but he pushed her back down to the floor and pinned her. He stabbed her shoulder with the knife and rips it out and blood begins pouring.

"Why don't you love me...?" she heard her father whisper.

"I-it hurts," her quiet plea remained unheard. "Daddy, stop...I.."

And with that everything turned black.

(The Next Day)

Amu woke up in a hospital bed and noticed on her arms and thighs had many bandages covering the many scares her father put upon her. She felt sore everywhere and she happened to feel the purple-green marks that covered her body ache.

She noticed a blue-haired boy sitting beside the hospital bed she was atop of.

"Who are you...?" She said in a silent voice, as if scared.

The boy didn't answer, he just looked at her expressionless.

"E-excuse me.."

"Yes?" The boy replied.

"Who are you?" She repeated

"I'm... Tsukiyomi Ikuto, one of your classmates."

"What are you doing here?" She continued interrogating him.

"I'm visiting," he stated quietly.

"Why?"

"There has to be a reason?"

"Well…No, but-"

"I wanted to visit you, there should be no problem."

After what seemed to be an hour of silence, Ikuto had gently grabbed a hold of her arm. But what was weird was for once she hadn't grunted in pain or felt fragile against his touch.

He swiftly yet calmly ran his hand against the bumps, bruises and bandaged cuts.

"U-uh.. Tsukiyomi-kun?"

"Yes?"

"W-what are you--"

"I'm curious."

He ran his finger up her arm to her shoulder, collarbone, neck, chin, and rested his finger-tip on her lip. He came in closer to her face, leaning across the hospital bed and their lips pressed together.

So, what did you think? [: I'm proud, actually. xD Please review (nicely!!). [: