I don't know how I got in this position bleeding out on a dirty alley floor without even the strength to call for help.

Let's go back an hour earlier.

It was nine o'clock in the evening. I was a college student running late in getting home.

A classmate of mine had offered to give me a ride because, it was dark.

I refused seeing as he said he had to make a stop before he could drop me home.

I didn't have the time and I knew a shortcut to get home quickly so I told him I'd be fine. I regretted that for quite a bit afterward.

But, I didn't know the future I didn't know where that bravado would get me.

So, I waved of their concerns and ran off.

My shortcut is actually through a lot of back alleys.

I don't know if this would've happened anyway but, I regretted ever finding that shortcut.

I should've listened when people told me not to walk alone after dark.

I didn't and I paid dearly.

One minute I'm running trying to get to my apartment it was just two more blocks I kept repeating in my head.

I never made those two blocks.

Before I could cross over to get to the alley someone just knocked me out.

I don't know what with but, it was something heavy to my head.

I think it was about half an hour later when I woke up to see a group of boys hovering over me.

Now, I know what your thinking but, in the end the didn't rape me.

What they did was worse.

They beat me, hit me dragged knives through my skin, marked me.

Even though I begged and pleaded they never stopped.

So, I stopped giving them the satisfaction to beg.

15 minutes into the beating 5 minutes after I stopped begging they stabbed a knife through my ribs and left.

They didn't look back not once.

While I was bleeding out on the floor with not even the strength to call for help.

I promised myself.

'If I survived this I'd be the one hurting others no one would ever put their hands on me again.'

But, I knew I wouldn't survive and I died with only one emotion on my chest.

Hate.

It got colder and eventually I couldn't feel anything and I knew I was dead.

Until I wasn't

I woke up somewhere warm and comfortable and I could hear a heartbeat.

I don't know how long I was in there but, I knew two things.

I was alive and I wasn't alone.

Eventually my warm comfortable place wasn't so comfortable, it was painful.

There wasn't enough space but, whoever was in here left me and then I was alone.

When I was left alone I panicked and tried to follow where they went.

I don't know what happened it felt like I was being torn apart.

Everything was bright, I felt clean but, I couldn't move so I did the only thing I could.

I cried.

Loudly.

It was a sound that could wake the dead.

I wasn't the only one crying though.

Eventually I calmed down while a giant woman was rocking me.

I eventually realized I was reborn and the woman who was holding me now and the man who was holding who I assumed was my twin were my parents.

So, while she rocked me and they spoke in a language I would later recognize as Japanese I felt tired.

I was struggling to stay awake but, quickly losing the battle I caught two words before I fully lose the battle with my eyes.

"Rido and Reika"