Disclaimer: I only own Ashely, her dad, and Linda. Other characters belong to Durarara!
I walked into my house coming from basketball practice. "I'm home!" I said fake smiling like usual. All of a sudden somebody grabbed my wrist making me turn wincing in pain a little. Damn it, whoever this is better unhand me NOW! Oh just fucking lovely. As I look up I see a green eyed, black long straight haired, skinny ass woman that looks like she is anerextic. Yep...Luna...my step mother. "Ashley Kate! Where were you? You were supose to clean up your damn room then pick up my drycleaning!" she spat at me hatefully. I stared at her smiling still. "I was at basketball practice. And it is not my to pick up YOUR dry cleaning. No if you don't mind, let me g-" I didn't finish the factly statement because I felt a very hard slap on my left cheek. What part of, 'it does not bother me anymore because I am used to this abuse did she not get?' Seriously. I cannot believe that pathedic excuse of a father married this bitch. The same woman who had turned him against me...his only daughter...his only flesh and blood living child. "Go to your room this instint!" Luna yelled. Not really wanting to fight with her, I did as she told me. As if I wanted to stay here and deal with her anyways. I head up the spiral stairs walking past my dead baby brother's bedroom. He died when he was four because Luna got my father so drunk he beat him until he was no longer breathing. I sighed trying to pay no atention to the room. I walked into my room slowly closing my door and walking over and turning my stearo on. If I Die Young by The Band Perry came on. How I loved that song, longing for my death to come to the doorstep to take me away forever. I laid on my purple and black bed with a ton of pillows and stuffed animals on it and stared up at the smooth, white ceiling thinking about how fucked up my life was. Ever since mother died, father had become very violent. When he got home from work the first thing he would do would be beating me roughly. I sat up stareing out my window, not noticing the song on my stearo change to Dead Memories by Slipknot. I had heard about this guy named Izaya Orihara. He was an informant. Maybe I should just go find him and see what I can do about getting information to...I forgot about it reaching into my black hoodie pocket grabbed my switchblade. I flipped my switchblade open and cut my soft skin on my wrist. Red blood staining my purple carpet more and more. Does it hurt you ask? No. Not to me. Not anymore. Why? Because, I am used to pain. So used to it that I am numb. My body. My emotions. Both very numb. As I continued to cut deeper and deeper adding more scars to my wrist than there already is, I began to smirk and start laughing uncontrolabally. I am finally lossing it. I loved to see the red liquid ooooz and drip from my wrist. I couldn't stop laughing now. Then I snap out of it when I hear somebody coming down the hall.