"Papã, in cui ci stiamo muovendo?" Ten year old Camille Leon asked her father. She was a brunette, a little on the chubby side, and had big blue eyes. She was wearing baggy pants and had on a baseball cap: being the tomboy she was. The little girl was holding her hairless sphinx Debutante while carrying a suitcase in the other hand.

"Camille, how many times have I told you?" Her uptight father spoke. He was dressed in a tux, and was holding a briefcase in his hand. "You have to speak English where were going-stupid girl. We're going to America so you can live with your Uncle Jack, until I get back from my job." He was drunk at the moment, so he was even more angry than usual.

The young girl tried to hold onto her father's hand, but he just glared at her. Camille took her hand back, and held onto her necklace. The necklace was a gift from her mother when she was sick. She put it on Camille's neck right before she passed away. Camille hadn't taken it off since. She felt empty inside-heartbroken. She deeply missed her mother, even if she barely knew her. Her mother would have been there to hold her and keep her safe. Especially since her father was drunk, she was even more scared to be alone with him. He sometimes abused her while he was drunk, and he didn't seem to notice while he was sober that he had hurt her. That was probably because he was always working. The man would work day in and day out, not even bothering to remember he had a daughter. Unless he called her to bring him some food or a bottle of beer, he wouldn't even acknowledge her existence.

His father hurt her since she was a reminder of his dear wife. All of his anger against her death was taken up upon his daughter. She, he believed, was the reason she died, and the poor girl deserved to suffer all that his wife did. She didn't deserve to be alive, his wife did. He and his wife weren't even supposed to have a baby. It was an accidental pregnancy; she was supposed to get an abortion. After a while of deciding, she thought that she should keep the baby, while he didn't want another one to have her heart. He wanted her all to himself. So a baby in the mix would just ruin everything…which it did.

Her mother died while giving birth to her.

Camille was sitting in the car with her father. His glare at her made her shiver a little. Opening the windows in the limo, she felt a little bit better. Camille stared out, watching all of the many cars pass by them. She saw a bunch of happy families driving in the cars that passed them. Their happiness made her heart sink. She's spent the last ten years of her life being left alone and upset, wishing to god she could have a family: a real family. She never had any friends, since her father made her get homeschooled. He stopped the homeschooling after a while because the tutors "bothered him while he worked." They didn't do anything; he just didn't want her doing something other than helping him do work stuff.

Her having no friends or family that she could talk to or hangout with, she spent a lot of her time alone. She didn't have much to do by herself, so she taught herself how to sing and play the guitar. The comfort she found in her music helped her whenever she felt alone. She always kept a little notebook with her whenever she felt upset, knowing the song lyrics would help her.

Inside the car, Camille took out her notebook and begun to write down some stuff. Her father glowered at her, and picked up the book.

"What is this?" He held the notebook as if he was disgusted by it. "I told you…there's no way an ugly little girl like you can ever get into the singing business, you HEARYOU'RE YOUR dreams are nothing but a fake reality. You have to learn that not everything in life is the way that you want it to be. GET OVER IT AND SUCK IT UP!"

Camille nodded and slowly begun to cry: watching as her dad threw her notebook out the car window. She begun weeping loudly, which made her dad angry. He took out his beer bottle and drank a bit more.

"Enough with the tears! There are worse things to cry over than a STUPID book of worthless words!" He was furious.

"I know, daddy," the little girl tried to speak.

Out of all of his anger, he took the beer bottle he was holding and hit his ten year old daughter in the head with it. Glass shattered everywhere while she slowly blacked out….

The room was black…her head was spinning…she could barely see. Trying to get up, she saw faintly lit shadows of two men. One was short and a bit chubby, while the other seemed to have a blue tint to him. They were whispering, so lowly she could barely make out what they were saying.

"Daddy?" She muttered as she tried to sit up. The two guys turned and looked at her.

"The little fatty finally decided to wake up." One of the men spoke.

"A little rude, don't you think, Jack?" The blue skinned man spoke. "I mean, I don't say, oh hey chubby short guy, yo it's me being a fatty." The man started laughing. I could see from the corner of my eye that he had a scar on his face.

"Very amusing, Drakken. And FYI, stop trying to be cool, it's not working for you." They both look at the little girl, and slowly walk over to her. She gets scared, but doesn't move.

"Wh-where's Daddy?" Camille speaks worriedly.

"He's left you here with me, sweetheart." Jack speaks creepily. "Poor thing, your own father, giving his daughter up to me."

"Fo-shizel," Drakken obnoxiously speaks.

"Will Daddy come back soon?" She says, teary-eyed.

"Of course…NOT!" Jack starts hysterically laughing. "You don't get it, do you? I am your father now! And first rule of my house, this crying has got to stop…or I'm going to lock you in the cellar. FOREVER!"

That makes her cry even more, she nods to him. "I-I am sorry."

"You better be sorry, love muffin." Jack takes her by the arm and drags her into the light. He takes a good look at her. "Sorry, this is not happening. If I have to spend every second of my life looking at your hideous face, I'm going to jump out of a building and kill myself."

"That's not very nice, Jack. At least make it a small building." Drakken jokes.

"Please don't say those words, those words upset me." Camille cries, and then she stops when they finally reach the light. She looks around and sees…the floor is covered in blood…there are weapons everywhere…the room's walls are blackened. She starts to look a little pale.

"Welcome to HELL!" Jack smirks and takes out a gigantic knife. Camille's eyes widen as she tries to run away. The blue skinned man grabs her, and Jack picks her up. He carries her into a surgery chair. "Time to fix you up. Baby doll!" He evil laughs, and then he chains her to the chair…

To Be Continued in Chapter 2…