(A/n: Hello, please bear with me; this is my first fic so sorry if the loading and stuff is glitchey! Also I am very proud of this fic, I am sorry for the graphic beginning; I know this probably will be the only angst part…. Hopefully… I love all reviewers and helpers 'cuz ff.net just confuses me! Flames and the good and the bad are all accepted. Thank you soooooooo…..ooooo much! I am unworthy of your reviews, if I get any……)
Disclaimer: Damn, I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, do I? Oh well liked the feeling while it lasted… Please don't sue.
-A dream to a future –
~ A woman, running. Her wild, dark violet hair flew behind her in a Kikyo style tie. Her violet eyes, they hypnotize, they draw you in. Her skin, pinkish porcelain, her face, unblemished and her cheeks flushed from running a rose color, looked gorgeous on her unblemished face. I looked on in horror as a flicker of recognition passed that I couldn't place and the demonic man took her. He raped her…~
Dazed I woke up and went to the bathroom. On my way back I hardly noticed the blinding figure who kissed me. It was the girl from the dream; I glowed in response to the kiss. It was as if the power she emanated was transferred to me. I went to bed and fell asleep within seconds.
~ He raped her without a second thought. She fought with all her might. She shot fireballs and all sorts of other stuff, but it was frugal. He killed her and then raped her corpse. I ran over to help, I just couldn't before, I had frozen. I kicked him but it went right through him. He finished with her as his mouth dripped with her blood he desecrated her body even more than he had. He slashed her once perfect face; he removed her eyes and stole her ears. Then he went away. I looked on in horror then I saw her sprit rise. I screamed when she said {Dear blessed child. My poor child, I give you all my power, money, estates, and everything else. You are everything yet nothing, be humble and appreciate this, for it is my gift to you. You are my other, bind and free the evi….l……..} She in all her splendor rose to a beyond as I awoke. ~
I woke up and put on my only pair of clothes. A bedraggled violet top and frayed, dulled jean shorts. I tied my long, unmanageable hair in a Kenshin style pony tail. Not the fun pofey one but the assign's one, the one that was at almost the top of the head and stuck about three inches out. I walked out on to the street from my filthy green tent under Yamagata Bridge. (A/N: I have no clue if this bridge exists, I made it up.)The roaring traffic over head had stopped waking up at the age of about 6. I am now a pitiful 14. What a waste my life has been, first my father abused me at the age of four, then my foster parents beat and did other unspeakable things when I was only a year older, and then they sent me to a prostitute house where I finally escaped with most of my virginity intact.
The first act that my father committed against me was found out by my teacher at the time. Once outgoing and bright, my grades now suffered and I shied away from people, especially the older male teacher that worked with us. Since my mother died before I was born (Yes you herd me right, as she was about to give the final push she died, they pulled me out just in time.) this teacher became my 'mother' and so she was someone I could trust and so I began to confide in her. I told her little things at first and it took me a semester to get out the real secret. And once I did, I felt really good! It was a childish joy of telling the truth. And when I went home expecting to have something bad happen to me again, I saw the police. I hid in an alley, they were dads! I screamed and ran like hell, eventually few police caught me but there lower extremities were all hurt badly so I escaped again then there was a woman and I ran into her. I gave her a big hug and cried, only later did I learn that she was a police officer, but in that moment I didn't care, I just wanted to be loved.
I never saw my dad again; he didn't get any rights to see me until I was 18 when I could consent to such things my self. The foster family who took me in was really nice but then I switched homes. I went to a really mean house where they ignored me then I switched homes again. By this time I was five and my family beat me because I hugged too much. The police took me away again… This time my family sold me right off the bat to the prostitute house where I promptly ran away. I took three pairs of clothes. Eventually I wore them out and got new clothes via garbage can.
_--_-___------_--- Ok I know this was short and weird, Please bear with me! Please! I swear it'll get better! *begs reviewers and readers to stay* PLEASE! Ok I have 'till sept. 1 to get at least 3 more chapters out…. I will try but no promises. *starts furiously typing*