A/N: To any one who read this story before I changed Ailana's fathers name.

'Thoughts' "Talk" ^Yoko^ Words on paper #Mind Speach#


The Wounded Content (the life of Ailana Parker)

A young girl at the age of seventeen sat in a small library. Books upon shelves that reached the ceiling and in piles upon the floor. This girl was Ailana Lenore Hekaku. She had a porcelain complexion, ink black hair that shined in the deepest blue, which reached her hips. Also she and the darkest of sapphires for eyes; she stood at 5'8". Lean muscle is what made up her body. Anyone that saw her would have thought she had the beauty of a goddess. But despite her beauty she hid behind baggy clothes, long skirts, and slightly large sweaters. The reason why she did this was because of all the scares that marred her back, thighs, and upper arms. Ailana hardly ever spoke to people and when she did it was only when she felt the importance to. Ailana was the fastest and one of the smartest people in all of Japan. She was also feared by two of the most feared punks/thugs in all of Mesheroi City. They where her secret friends, that her stepparents knew nothing about. She also trained under Master Genkai, a powerful psychic to learn how to control her telekinesis/telepathy and learn how to fight. Ailana's eyes were slightly blurred as she sat there writing in a slightly small book that was actually her dairy.

Dear Dairy:

There is really nothing that I can say about anything. School simply angers me and makes me ill. My stepparents are always stressing me out, well so does school, and no one cares about what happens to me. I'm not a selfish person but I simply want someone to care about me. My friends don't understand me; my stepparents ignore me. People think I am just a silent, cold and uncaring person, I'm not. That is the mask that I ware. No matter what happens, no one wants to know what is beyond that mask, to see what lies on the inside. For once I want someone not to treat me like I'm a statue and try to be an actual friend, someone who can calm me when I am angry and comfort me when I'm feeling bad, but no one will. This I know, no one cares about the girl that all describe as the wallflower. The only thing that keeps me grounded are my dreams, my poetry, my books, and my music, these things give me hope. People look at me and all they see is a mask, a mask that hides the scars of the past. All I want and have ever wanted was someone to see past that and see the woman that is in pain. I'm sick of being strong, I'm sick of protecting everyone, I'm sick of staying cool and calm. Who will be strong for me when I need it? Who will protect me when I am in danger? Who will collect me? Who will calm me? Who will save me when my barrier breaks? I have a fear; something that makes me truly terrified. To remain alone and never find someone that sees past my shell. Being alone is fine with me and I'm not afraid of that. It is just that I fear completely being alone. No love, no one to comfort me, no one that will care for me and see more than a mask. That is what I fear.

As she finished her writing and her thoughts returned to the world around her, she realized that it was time to start diner because her stepparents would be home soon.

"Well another day another page filled with my pain". She said in a soft voice as she stood and stretched while heading to the stares.

Looking around she spotted a book out of place and stopped her journey to stairs to fix it

'It will only take a second, then I can start on dinner' she thought stepping towards the shelf to fix it.

When she finally got to the kitchen from her attic room she started on dinner. Once done with making dinner and eating her share, her dark sapphire eyes widened when she realized there was no more sake, which her stepfather loved so much. Sprinting up to her room, grabbing what money she could and running out of the house to the store three blocks away. Praying to every god that she knew of that she would be able to get back before her stepfather could. To her good fortune the liquor store was empty. Jack Mallard, an American and the storeowner, knew her and gave her no trouble when she came to buy something for her stepfather.

"Hey Ail, how are you?"

"I'm fine Mal, only a little out-of-breath. Here, I only need to buy this sake and then I'm out of here."

"Ok, have a nice day." He called after her as she gave him the money and ran back home.

Thanking every deity she could think of, she set her step father Frank's glass down next to his plate along with the bottle. Hearing a car pull into the driveway she walked to the door ready to greet whom ever was home first. To her surprise it was her stepmother Anne.

"Girl! Did you finish your chores?" Anne had a scowl on her oval face as she looked at Ailana.

"Yes Ma'am" Ailana replied with her head down. Ailana was treated more like a slave then a daughter.

Half an hour passed and Ailana never left the door, Anne was waiting in the dinning room for her husband so she could eat. When Frank had finally arrived Ailana started getting scared and was slightly shaking at the anger she saw in his eyes.

"Is the food done?" He asked in a harsh voice, a sneer on his face.

"Yes sir." She replied quickly while taking his coat and brief case while leading him into the dinning room.

"Hello Frank" Anne said lovingly.

"Hello sweetheart" he said in the same tone.

All the while Ailana kept her head bowed and hastily said that she would hang his coat and put his brief case in their room. She left as quickly as she could trying not to interrupt their good mood. 'If I'm lucky she'll make him forget about me, I hope she keeps him happy, I don't want to get beat'. She thought putting the things away and going to her room.

Ailana was glad but also upset about where her room was located. The attic had two floors, the first was converted into a library filled with all the books she could get a hold of and the second consisted of her bed, a dresser, an armoire, and a bathroom. The bathroom wasn't really a bathroom but a bucket of water and a drain that went right into the gutter, also a water basin with a mirror above it. Her bed was a mattress on the floor and two thin sheets. The only stuffed animals she owned where torn apart and there stuffing put into a large cloth bag that she sowed together serves as her pillow. Luckily both rooms have a fireplace, so she is able to keep worm in the cold nights. Sighing Ailana stripped and replaced the old, slightly bloody bandages with clean ones.

'I need to get some supplies' Ailana thought after putting on a long plain nightgown and got her uniform out for tomorrow's classes.

Already finished with all her homework, she stated a fire, got her book and sat on her bed to read before she went to sleep. A few hours later she finally put her book down and resigned herself to sleep.

'Maybe I will have a good dream. About a handsome prince that saves me from this prison. Mmm, that would be a wonderful dream indeed' she though with a small smile finally giving into sleep for the night.