Okay so this is me rewriting this very long story. I will update as fast as possible, but with 2 other stories + school we will see how fast that goes. This is my first rewritten chapter of One Wish. I changed a couple things. The obvious will be the character names and the point of view.
To make this more entertaining I will be adding a kind of theme song for each chapter starting with December by Collective Soul- always a favorite.
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And so it Begun
"Olivia," her mother said. "Olivia! Come here!"
Laying on her bed listening to music, Aylwin ignored her mother's call. Her mother knew she wouldn't come to that name. She was Olivia Aylwin Yates and she hated her first name.
Olivia was plain, boring. Aylwin was sophisticated and beautiful. She was not plain even with her natural brown hair and eyes and she was certainly not boring. No to say she was boring was unacceptable. She was in Japanese Honors Society, with Honor Roll, and her life was anything but boring.
Oh, yes sometimes she wished it was, but that was a dream, a fantasy. The realms of Inuyasha had more logic, more certainty. Her life would be less chaotic if she were in a realm full of demons and magik, but that life, she knew, would never happen. How she wished it would?
Sesshomaru, her darling logical, careful, and powerful beast was her white knight in this realm of chaos. He gave her hope and meaning. He was strong. He would be able to protect her from chaos.
The door slammed open and that bastard stepped in. His bushy brows, that evil grin when he was angry, his wannabe 70's hairstyle, and beady eyes were disgusting. She cringed when she saw his face. She was going to have to fight all night.
"Why the fuck did you not fucking come when your mother fucking called you."
She rolled her eyes. Using the word fuck does not make people listen to you when you have to use it every sentence. That was what the bastard was known for- a lack of intelligence, a loser. "My name is not Olivia, my name is Aylwin."
"You will fucking come when your mother fucking calls you," he yelled in my face.
"Then what is so important that she has to scream from the other side of the house, knowing that I won't come when she calls me Olivia," Aylwin said.
"It doesn't fucking matter what she fucking wants. You come when she fucking calls you." He slammed the door.
I heard him punch the wall as he walked down the hall.
"Olivia," he called. "Olivia, get your fucking ass in here."
She gently opened the door and closed it behind her. He was not going to get to her. She headed down the hall quietly to her mother in the living room. The bastard threw a plate on the floor and it shattered.
He mother sat, her hands on her face hunched over. She grew weaker day by day. Her ribs and bones poked out, hardly having any muscle or fat. It was hard for Aylwin seeing her mother like this. She remembered when she had muscles from lifting parts at work, but now she looked so feeble. Since the bastard locked her up inside away from her family and friends. Aylwin had lost sympathy for her mother. She tried to open her mothers' eyes- to no avail. Clarisse had no eyes for any of her four children, but the bastard held her attention.
"What do you want mother?" Aylwin asked, her voice thick with ice.
"Is this yours?" she asked. Clarisse held a necklace with a wolf on the end.
Aylwin had a choice to make. She could tell the truth and say it wasn't hers only to have her mother beat her youngest sister Iris by dragging her by the hair into the corner where she would stay for the rest of the day. Her sister would not only cry the whole time, but she would also not get her homework done. Or Aylwin could lie and say it was she and have the bastard yell at her and slam doors the rest of the night. It really was a hard choice. If it had been any of her other sisters, it would be easy. Neither Emerald nor Cristy would get in that much trouble. As the oldest, Aylwin could hardly understand why. Maybe it was because Cristy and Emerald always sucked up to the bastard and mother. Aylwin rather go to her fathers 'cause at least he wouldn't belittle her.
"Yes it is," she said.
She handed Aylwin the chain. Aylwin almost immediately regretted her decision as broken plates and glass were scattered on the floor.
Self-righteous, pompous, fool is what first came to her mind when she entered her room after two hours of arguing. The bastard left for wine, so she was allowed a moment of reprieve before he returned. She sat on her bed and glared at the wall. He had provoking her, edging her on, so she said some foolish things. How could her mother fall for such a foolish creature?
She hopped out of bed and sneaked to Iris and Cristy's room. She listened at the door- absolute silence, which meant Cristy was still at cheerleading practice. She slowly opened the door to see her sister Iris with eyes like a deer that had been flashed with headlights. Iris was the youngest and had the same plain Jane look as Aylwin. She'd always been skittish, as her mother had only ever harmed her.
"Drop something?" Aylwin showed her the necklace.
Iris jumped over to Aylwin, knocking her cd player to the floor. Aylwin cringed when it hit the ground.
"Thank you, sis," said Iris.
"Your welcome," she laughed. "Don't break your cd player. Who knows if you'd get another?"
Her ears perked up and saw the cd player on the ground. She frowned.
Aylwin heard the door shut and headed back to her room for the rest of the night.
Ah, this is feels so much better than my original Prologue. So, tell me what you think. Is it better than the original? If you read it, what changes do you want to see? Alright, I'll ttyl, adieu.