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It was the dead of night as a slow, thick, white fog; rolled slowly onto the shores of Nagi Island. Houses along the shore line were soon swallowed with in the deep thick cloud. The light of the full moon bounced off the dense fog, making seeing the seven intruders all but impossible. Traveling up the shore line to the first row of homes, silently the seven broke apart from each other, and went about from house to house slaughtering all the occupants, leaving nothing but the shredded torn bodies of the once living families. As the sun started to rise from the ocean line the mist disintegrated as mysteriously as it had appeared, taking any signs and clues of the past nights murderous invaders.
As the new mornings sun rose higher into the cloudless blue sky, obvious to the massacre that had taking place not 12 hours ago, a young girl with shoulder length chestnut brown hair warily stepped out of her hiding place from under the pier; wiping her tear filled bright green eyes off with her long oversized grey tattered shirt. She wasn't crying because of the untold murders that had accrued some short time ago, no. She was sobbing because last night it happened again; again her father had beat the same 7 year old girl, while her mother once again drowned out the noise of her only daughters screams with sake. Again the father forced himself upon his young frail daughter, while again she begged her papa to stop, only to again be thrown out to face the cool dark night alone, to once again try to sleep through the night under the old pier.
The little girl slowly made her was up the beach on small bruised legs, the day was early and if she would hurry she could make it to town to greet the baker who was more of a father to her then her real father. Quietly she walked through the still empty streets of the small town. She knew the route by heart, every day she would walk this road to meet the kind baker, and every day he would give her a loaf of his day old bread to take back to her poverty-stricken home, it wasn't much but she never asked for more, and often went with less. As she made her way into the business district the streets started to crowd with merchants setting up for the day, or people hurrying to some early meeting at work.
Making her way through the busy market she was thinking about how it would feel to have a home like all the other kids she sees; one where when she got home she was welcomed with a hug and a nice hot meal, or how it would be if she had a sibling to talk and play with. She wrapped herself in a fantasy life where every day she would come home from school and her mother would lovingly wrap her arms around her and spin her in the air, and her father would come home from work and she would get to show him all the cool things she learned in class that day.
She was quickly thrown out of her thoughts though as she fell to the dirt covered ground, dirtying her torn clothes even more;
"Fuck watch where you're going, stupid kid…" she watched as fresh tears bubbled up in her emerald green eyes, as the busy man in a business suite rushed away, leaving her sitting on the ground clutching a now twisted wrist. Thoughts of her father brushing through her mind;
A little girl with chestnut brown hair was holding up a picture she had just colored to her father, a bright smile plastered on her face she nearly shouted out with joy;
"Look daddy I even stayed in the lines this time!"
Her father took one look at the so proudly colored picture of a dog as he picked it up in his hands. Scoffing at the picture he quickly crumpled it up and throws it in the little girls face;
"Why do you waste your fucking time on this shit when you should be cleaning the god damn house."
"But daddy I made it for you, don't you like it?"
The father looks down at his young daughter with hate and disgust burning in his eyes, before harshly slapping her across the face, causing her to fall down and gingerly hold on to the now red, sore cheek. The mother having heard all of the commotion looks in before quickly going to grab yet another bottle and starts taking heavy drinks from it.
As the little girl sits crying on the floor her father comes back up to her, this time pulling her into his lap;
"Do you know what daddy really likes?"
The little girl sniffs up her tears as she rubs her eyes dry to the point of being bloodshot red.
"W-w-what?"
Slowly the father begins removing his frail young daughters clothes, as well as his own.
"Daddy it hurts…Stop please…..I'll be a good girl"
Once again tears are pooling in her eyes and leaving trails of water down her cheeks.
"Shut up!"
Her father yells as he once again slaps his young daughter, and harshly pushes her small wrist into the hard floor.
Once he's done he pulls back up his pants and leaves his daughter crying on the floor, bleeding.
A few minutes pass and her mother comes in, she smells heavily of alcohol and pushes the little girl out of the front door with her clothes in her hands. Leaving the small girl to wounder the streets or hopefully die.
"Hey what are you doing sitting on the ground?"
Snapped out of her memories the little girl stares at the kind eyes of the baker. Saying nothing she stands up and vainly attempts to brush the dirt off her soiled clothes.
"Did you come here for this?"
In his hands is a fresh baked loaf of bread for her, she goes to grab it but pulls back once she felt how soft it is.
"But I don't have any money for the fresh stuff."
"Take it I made this one just for you this morning."
"Thank you very much!"
Tears of happiness gather in the young girls eyes as she takes the kind bakers fresh bread;
"maybe now mommy and daddy with be happy with me"
"Now get on home Mayu, and I don't want to see any tears in those pretty green eyes of yours, okay?"
"Okay! Bye-Bye!"
Mayu happily waves goodbye to the kind man as she runs home hoping to make her mama and papa proud.
She reaches her small home at the shore line, noticing all the lights were still off, being careful not to wake them up, she quietly climbs into her bedroom window. Thinking it best she goes to put the fresh bread in the kitchen; she tip toes out of her room, only to freeze at the sight before her young emerald eyes.
Well I can honestly say I'm really happy with how this is coming along! I've been wanting to write this forever now and finally got around to it. It may take some time to update because I've got 2 other stories I'm writing right now so be patent please!