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"You're only twelve, and you dress like a slut!" Yuiko's mom shouted as she beat her with a lamp. "I love lamp! I love lamp! But I don't love you!"

Yuiko cried as she felt the edge of the base beating her back into a bumpy shape. She felt tears stinging at the corner of her eyes and spilling over her cheeks.

"No wire hangers!" her mom kept shouting. "No wire hangers in this closet!"

At the unfortunate age of twelve, Yuiko had already experienced the toughness of life. With an abusive mother that beat her daily and a father who…um…sold golf clubs door to door, she knew what it was like to grow up in hard times.

Later, as she was sitting in her room contemplating the universe, she sang quietly to herself, "It's a hard-knock life for me…"

Her mother banged on the door, "Stop that racket! If you know what's good for you, you'll just die."

"Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms," Yuiko said sadly.

With great ceremony and the elegance of a swan opening her wings into a blissful spring flight, she approached the window and tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the crescent of the new fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below. She looked down the three stories at the driveway beneath her, and knew what she had to do.

She stepped up onto the ledge, her feet wobbling slightly as she tried to grasp her balance by holding the edges of the window. Behind her, the sound of her mother banging on the door became a echo of the past she was leaving behind her.

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, Shinonome-sensei was having sex with Professor Ritsu, who she had never really met before but ran into conveniently at a bar while waiting for Soubi to come return her underwear from the last slumber party they'd had. Then they smoked a cigarette, and it was great.

And Yuiko jumped.

In the arms of the angel fly away from here…from this dark, cold hotel room and then endlessness that you fear…you are pulled from the wreckage of your silence reverie…you're in the arms of the angel…may you find some comfort here.


So that's our latest fic! We were so sad to write this fic that we were crying as we wrote it. Big tears the short-circuited the keyboard. It was so sad the way that she jumped while Shinonome-sensei was losing her ears…finally. A million comments, please! Flames welcome! We love flames! They keep our feet warm!