Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice or any of the characters. Just the plot

2 years ago

Mikan POV

I felt broken. My 2 best friends left me. I couldn't blame them though, this was a once-in-a-life-time opportunity. Anyone would take the chance to go, it's a school for geniuses, of course Hotaru and Natsume would get in.

END OF MIKAN POV

Top of the class their whole lives, Hotaru can build almost anything, and Natsume… well he's Natsume, everyone wants him. And she's, Mikan, the girl who skips school and is almost on her way to flunking and repeating the 4th grade. The school wouldn't even bother to breathe the same air as she did. The thought of that just made her even more depressed.

No friends or parents, how pathetic.

At least she had Yōichi. Little 2-year old, Yōichi, who should be outside playing with other kids, but instead he's squished under dusty, bloodstained floors and a lumpy, old bed. She's thankful for him, he's been there to comfort her or drag her off to the bedroom when she goes unconscious after a beating. In his own little way, Mikan knows he cares, and for that she could just cry tears of joys. Except, Yōichi tells her she looks ugly when she cries.

"Good riddance, get the brat out of here, I don't want him." The drunken yell of Kyo, snapped Mikan out of her thoughts, only to be met with a terrible sight.

Black. A man dressed in black was holding onto Yōichi's wrist, like there was no tomorrow. Jewelry hung from his wrists and fingers, looking like a dangerous contraption that would snap shut when too close. The man was sickly pale and wore a mask equally as white that hid his features.

Police

Was the first word to pop into Mikan's head, and just the thought of them got her running.

MIKAN POV

Please, God, I'm sorry for being selfish, but please don't let them take Yōichi to the orphanage. Don't let them take him away from me. Please God, if you care, please do this for me

I said that little prayer at least 2 more times, before I caught up to the man dressed in black and Yōichi.

"W-who are y-you?" My confidence was drained away as I started to realize how stupid I've been to charge into this so quickly.

The man quickly analyzed me and even through the mask, I could see that he was smiling. Though I didn't understand why. What was so funny about being yelled at by a drunk man and having an 9 year old girl, out of breath, with foundation dripping down her face revealing her bruises and scars? Maybe this man was a sadist.

"I am a representative of Gakuen Alice, a school for geniuses, and with your father's and Yōichi's consent, Yōichi will be enrolling into Gakuen Alice starting now. "

I was in too much shock to respond. I wasn't sure if I should feel happy or upset that Yōichi was finally leaving this terrible home.

He's also leaving you

He's leaving you alone

He doesn't care about you

A little voice in the back of my head repeated these words. Taunted me with them.

"Y-Yōuchi a-agreed?" I hated myself for sounding like I was going to cry. I wasn't, I wouldn't. At least not in front of Yōichi. I cared for him too much; I didn't want his last memory of me drowning in my own tears. I wouldn't let his last memory of me drowning in my sorrows. Because in that moment, I realized, I didn't have any control. I didn't have control over my parent's death, the person I ended up with, the leaving of everyone I care about, but I had control over myself. Even though, I know leaving this hell would be better, because he's my angel, and angels deserve to go to heaven, I wanted him to stay with me. And the feeling of betrayal stuck with me as I saw Yōichi being lead into the fancy limousine, leaving me to stay with the devil.

1 year ago

"I said Get up!" His drunken slurs did nothing to motivate me. The loss of blood made my vision go woozy, but the fear in me saw everything. It saw the angry, swollen fist coming down, it saw the row of knives behind the coffee machine, it saw the beer bottle that littered the ground, and it motivated me to get up and run. Even though my fear motivated me to do anything Kyo asks me too, or to just run the hell out the door, my heart and brain knew better.

My heart was just a heart. All it did was beat the same old rhythm, it didn't beat the rhythm of happiness, fear, and, gods no, love. My heart knew better, or maybe it just didn't care. My heart didn't care about the angry, drunken slurs, it didn't care about the bruises or scars, and it didn't care for any boys either. My heart was just a heart, and if I were to picture my future, it would stay just a heart. A disgusting, bloody, hearts with veins protruding from all ends, that knew better than to stray from the same old rhythm. If it went any faster or slower, it knew I might just die.

My brain, though, was logical. It knew that if I listened to my fears, I would get raped, and if I ran I would get raped and killed. I already lived for 9 years, might as well live for another one, right? And though most part of my brain was logical, the illogical part of my brain, was hoping to meet Yōichi, Hotaru, and Natsume again, and for me to do that I'd have to be alive. I needed to be alive. I don't want our next meeting to be separated by 6ft of dirt and minerals.

In my thoughts, I quickly registered a blood-curdling scream; 2 minutes later I realized it was me. Snapping out of my haze, I saw that Kyo's pants were discarded, leaving him in only plaid blue boxers and a grey t-shirt. His legs were on my thigh, restraining me from getting up.

"Get off of me!" I spat at his face.

"We wouldn't be in this position if you just GOT UP!" saying the last two words; Kyo grabbed my head and slammed it back onto the ground, making my vision go blurry.

"Now lets see what kind of treasures you're hiding under there." Kyo smashed his lips into mine, muffling my screams of help, and started to unbutton my jeans. In a last attempt, I kicked him in the groin, hard. With that Kyo fell off of me with a scream, writhing in pain.

Despite the blood loss and wooziness, I got up and ran to my room, locking the door behind me, ignoring his yells of pain and rage. Walking like a drunk, to my bed, stumbling across the floor, I landed into complete darkness.

And through the whole thing, my heart beat the same old rhythm