Alright, so I just found out that Yagami backwards is I'm a gay (You'd think I'd notice sooner). So I told one of my best friends and we were laughing like madmen. Just thought I'd share.
PS: Constance's memories are in Italics.
Constance looked around her small bedroom. The only furniture was a small bed and dresser. There was also door leading into a bathroom. The only other things in the white room were her personal belongings. A suitcase, a scruffy teddy bear, a few containers of make-up, and a few other items.
"Hello Lucifer. How was your day?" Constance smiled at the misshapen teddy bear that was sitting on her bed. "I had a wonderful day. I talked to some people without doing anything bad." She walked into the bathroom and wet a towel. She rubbed the damp cloth on her arms and legs. The make-up she wore began to smear off. "Mommy and Daddy said I had a disorder, but I don't. I didn't get mad at all today." She placed the towel on the counter and looked down at her limbs. Numerous scars ran across her wrists and upper thighs. She examined the new ones as she walked back into the bedroom. "If I act like I'm afraid, no one will do anything mean. Then, I won't get mad."
Constance walked over to the widow on the far wall. She cracked it open so the cool breeze could caress her damaged skin. She sat on the bed and took off her shoes and socks. After adjusting the bear next to her, she removed her shirt and skirt, leaving her in a black undershirt and boy short underwear. She smiled contently at the cool air then reached under her bed. She pulled her suitcase out from under her bed and opened the smallest section. After searching for a moment, she found what she was looking for.
A small, silver razor rested in her hand. It reflected the little light in the room, giving it an eerie glow. She looked it over and placed the edge against the left side of her wrist. In a slow and steady movement, she glided the razor across her skin, leaving a line of warm, crimson fluid. She threw her head back, her eyes wild with pain and excitement. She lifted the razor from the wound and placed it higher on her wrist. She dragged it over and over until her entire wrist was coated in blood. Half lidded eyes rested on the fluid. She smiled at her acts of masochism. She lifted her bloody wrist to her mouth and licked the fluid until the deep cuts were visible.
"Today was a good day Lucifer." She picked up the bear and hugged it to her chest. After cleaning the razor and placing in back in the suitcase, she flipped the light switch off and lied down in the small bed. Wrist bleeding and demonic bear snuggled to her chest, she gently fell to sleep.
The next morning came much too soon. The light filtered in through the open window and the loud beeping of her alarm clock made her head spin. She turned off the alarm and sat up. Constance looked down at her wrist. It had scabbed over, leaving a very gruesome and sick looking mess on her pale skin. She looked down at her bear. It was sticky with blood, but, he was almost always like that.
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and walked to the bathroom. She removed the remainder of her clothes and stepped into the shower. The steam felt amazing, but the water burned her swollen wrist. Afterwards, she dressed and made her bed, placing red stained Lucifer in the center. She glanced at the clock. 7:20. School started at 8:30. She walked into the bathroom at took out the make-up. After covering the new wound and old scars with the white substance, she walked out of her room and down towards the cafeteria.
As she walked, she noticed a lot of younger children running around. Their energy radiating off of their small bodies. She remembered a time when she was younger, running in the backyard of her parents house.
She grew tired as the sun was setting and retreated back inside. Constance could hear her parents talking.
"What are we going to do?" Her worried mother asked from behind a closed door. "She sick."
"Dissocial personality disorder is not a disease." Her father tried to reassure her mother.
"It doesn't matter. She's a masochistic 9 year old. She has to be insane."
"We can't let her near anyone else. We'll keep her here, and no one will ever have to know."
Constance snapped back into reality. She shook off the nasty memory and proceeded down the hall. Soon, she arrived at the cafeteria; all she saw was a mad mess of people trying to scavenge what ever they could. She stepped into the crowd, hands pulled in her pockets, and walked towards the food. Everyone was going to what ever freshly baked food was present at the time. As they ran towards the hot food, she managed to steel a few slices of bread. She took her breakfast and found an empty table. After a moment of getting used to the chaos, she sighed contently. She stared out one of the windows as she placed small pieces of bread in he mouth. Unfortunately, her solitude was soon destroyed.
"Hi Constance!" She turned to see the infamous Mello and Matt sauntering towards her. This morning, though, she felt quite calm and at peace, so she made no objection when the two boys sat down next to her. "How was your night?"
Constance smiled at the memory of the crimson fluid that her body supplied. "It was fine." The two boys looked at her in surprise. Was this a completely new girl from the one they met yesterday? No, it was the same girl.
"That's good." Mello finely said. He bit of a piece of his chocolate bar.
"We have P.E. today, right?" Matt asked after shoving as much pancake as humanly possible in his mouth.
"Yeah, it's Friday."
Constance furrowed her brow. She wasn't a fan of any physical or strenuous activity, so the fact that P.E. was the day after she arrived was just plain bad luck. Constance stood after finishing her bread and left the table. She could feel the surprised glances of Matt and Mello as she walked, but she didn't care. Just before she left the room, she caught a familiar looking body in the corner of her eye. She turned just enough to see Near, one leg pulled to his chest and finger twisting his white hair. He glanced up for a moment and saw her leaving the room.
Constance walked down the hall to her classroom and sat down in her chair. The room was empty at the moment, so she looked out the window. As she did, her mind wandered back to an unpleasant memory.
"We can't let her near anyone else. We'll keep her here, and no one will ever have to know."
Constance looked angrily at the closed door. She could just imagine her parents behind the door. Her mother, bursting out into tears, and her father, holding the crying woman in his arms.
Constance stormed up the steps of her house. She ran to her room. She grabbed the razor from under her bed, rapped it in a cloth, and shoved it in her pocket. After grabbing her one-eyed teddy bear, she walked down the stairs and looked one last time at the door. A low growl formed in the back of her throat. "I hate you." She stormed out the door. "I hope you die." With that, she ran full speed away from her house. She didn't know where she was going, she just needed to get away from those fools she called 'parents'.
It was dark out side, and after about half an hour, she collapsed. Her breathing was fast and loud. From what she could see, she was in a park. She crawled over the swings and sat her self in one, placing her beloved bear in the one beside her. After making sure no one was around, she pulled out her razor and began tearing at the skin of her wrists. Blood streamed down from her ivory skin to the cold concrete below. Her eyes poured tears, more from hearing her parent's words than from the actual wounds. Her body shook. She had never cut so deep before. The cold wind chilled her body and her eyes glowed with masochistic glory. She dropped the razor and turned to grab Lucifer, but, instead of seeing her malformed bear, she met the gaze of a strange man.
"Class is starting." Constance jumped at the sudden noise. All the other children were in their seats and looking at the teacher. She looked up front and passed the class with a blank expression.