Elfen Lied OC FanFiction: Rated T just in case!
Could involve depression, love/romance (No lemon) and or other things.
When newborn baby Lilium is welcomed into the family picture, her family is both shocked and scared to see she's unlike other humans.
With horns on her head, and an uncontrollable ability to harm things when scared she tries to make the best of things.
But when she enters middle school her life takes a turn for the worst, with her mother passing away and her father sent to jail for child abuse she's bullied by everyone who sees her, always left out of activities.
When she can't handle it anymore she begins to suffer from depression, also takes part in self harm before she tries to kill herself.
What will happen when she meet's someone just like her? A boy who to, is treated the way she is. Will they become friends? Maybe even spend the rest of their life together?
Prologue:
"Father?" I ask peeking into the crack in the door.
He sits alone at his desk, quietly sobbing to himself, his hands covering his worn face.
I gently walk towards him trying to cheer him up, patting his back trying to avoid the cuts, scars and bruises he's purposely left on my arm.
"It's okay" I say, my infant voice going slightly high pitched.
He turns facing me "No it's not...!"
I smile to him, trying to get him to return the favor, only rewarded with a slap across the face.
I don't cry, I don't turn and run. This is one of many physical injures he gives me.
"It's you're fault she's dead! Because you and you're stupid horns killed her!"
He's wrong...
It wasn't my fault mother passed away a few months ago, she had simply died of cancer. Me and my harmful vectors did nothing to hurt mother. I could never do it anymore.
My vectors, six long limbs who are invisible to human eyes, but can be seen by me can reach to a distance of seven meters. Can cause serious and minor injures to my target depending how much they deserve it.
And as much as I want to hurt father I can't. He cook's for me. Even though it's always different to what my loving sisters get it's still food. He puts me to bed. Even though he doesn't tuck me in, read me a book or even kiss me on the head like he does with my sisters he still puts me to bed.
He does so less for me, but I could never hurt him. Without him my sisters will hate me, we will be forced into an orphanage, most likely adopted by angered parents who only use children to do the dirty work.
I leave my hands at my sides, a red hand print appears on my left cheek. I sigh and walk out of the room.
Walking past my sisters room which they both share. Pictures on the wall. Lovely clothes to wear and so much more things.
Sora, the eldest who is almost 13 now, has never tooken a liking to me, often likes to avoid me since the day she laid eyes on me.
She is treated with the most respect, her being the eldest and all.
Then there's my other sister Madori, only seven, she does like me at times though has the same opinion about me as Sora does.
I walk into my bed where a simple mattress and towel are used for a bed, a cardboard box filled with only two shirts, a pair of pants, two pairs of pajamas and a few socks. Next to it is a pair of worn, ripped sneakers.
I sit on my bed, knowing deep down, Father must love me at least little bit. Then I realize.
He doesn't, he hates me from the moment mother passed away. In fact probably hated me beforehand.
I feel myself crying for once, not at the stinging pain on my left cheek but because no one shows love or emotion to me. I'm left out of everything in this world. Never have I had a party, even though my Father throws the best surprise party's for Sora and Madori.
Lying on my bed I try to cuddle up against the towel only It's going to be another cold, harsh night without supper.