PLEASE READ OR DON'T READ THIS FIC ANY FURTHER.

I dislike being asked questions when I've obviously answered them. I really don't want to sound rude and snobby, but… I really hate that. To answer some of your questions and correct some of your reviews:
--Amu and Ikuto are both
14 going on 15.

And please don't think her father is still Tsugumu. I myself can never, ever imagine him doing this to his daughter. Nor can I imagine Midori abusing her daughter. So her parents are replaced in this fic.

And yes, Ami in this fic is her twin. Different age obviously, and different appearance.

And all these flash-backs in this fic are from when Amu was 12, alright? Just a piece of information.

And I also apologize for the lack of update…I had the chapter finished long ago and I promised a lot of people I'd be quicker with updating. But MS Office wouldn't work, it'd crash every time I saved it so I finally switched over to something else. -.-;;

So here's the update.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Shugo Chara! was created by Peach-Pit.

Amu's POV

Once upon a time my family was close. We were unbreakable. But that all changed on that day, and from the day on it had worsened. Then our loving family shattered into pieces. But soon, things were pieced together...But incorrectly.

I once had a twin sister. We were inseparable. We never had fought...Until that dreadful day.

Amu woke up to Ami in my room. She was breaking the necklace grandmother gave Amu. She had recently passed away and she had given me a necklace with a diamond and Ami a beautiful stone.

The stone had much to it even if Ami never realized. It was grandmothers' favorite possession, along with the necklace. She got it from her parents before they passed.

Ami just never knew. She preferred the necklace, and had gained jealousy since both of the twins loved their grandmother and it was a pain to see her gone forever.

She ripped the necklace's chain and then taken the diamond out place. After that, she walked over to the window and threw it out.

Amu stared at her sister with a wide-eyed expression. She jumped out from under her covers and over to her sister.

"Why did you do that, Ami!?" She cried and gave Ami a small slap and pushed her.

"Why?! Why did grandmother give you better then me?! Why..?! I loved her just as much as you, yet... Why did she give me something so stupid?!" She took the rock out of her dress' pocket and threw it across the room and shattering it.

Both twins had sobbed.

But Amu slowly began to slither deeper and deeper into the abyss of rage. "Why would you do this?! You don't even understand!"

True, Ami had not understood.

Amu pushed Ami with all her might sending Ami flying back and hitting her head against the door-knob. She was knocked out. Dad and Mom came into the room with a frantic expression, unsure to say.

Dad carried Ami to her room all the while trying to wake her.

"Amu, what happened?" Mom asked urgently in a sweet tone.

Nothing ever came between the two. Never...

So Amu told her parents about their fight and the accident. They seemed truly upset with Amu. But after that, it had gotten far worse then ever...

The next morning Ami wouldn't wake up and she was getting cold. It was eleven, her parents let it slip. They thought that Ami probably hadn't gotten much sleep lately.

But that wasn't the situation; Ami still again hadn't wakened up the next day. And the touch of Ami seemed to be getting colder and colder.

Their Mom finally decided to bring her to the hospital. Apparently Ami was in a coma...

I had caused my own twin sister to go into a coma. And as soon as we returned home, mom and dad had fought. But it wasn't as bad as the next week.

Finally they turned the blame on me. They began to abuse me. They would throw the nearest object at me and scream saying "Why, Amu?!? Why would you do this?!?"

Two months later Ami still wouldn't wake up. She was still in a coma. That was when I began to cut myself. Mom and Dad wouldn't help me or listen to me. They began to even not take care of me. I took care of myself.

...It was dreadful.

The following year we got a call from the hospital. We were hopeful. We thought it may be news given saying that Ami was awake.

But it was far worse. Ami had many problems going on and some how they hadn't detected it before. ... They couldn't save her. But we still had much hope that she would return to us.

Though eventually I lost all hope after one night.

Dad may have never noticed me cutting myself until recently, but Mom noticed before she left us. She didn't tell Dad. She said to me, "I'll keep it a secret from Daddy, Amu, my dear."

She hugged me tight. She hugged me until I couldn't breathe. I cried out, "Mommy, stop, this hurts!" But she wouldn't listen, she tightened her grip and I gasped out in pain.

And by then I was broken. She pushed me and I slammed against the wall.

"Mommy—" I whined and she cut me off.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!! Stop calling me that!" She screamed in fury.

I cried silently and ran out of the room. Again, I started to scare myself. "I hate myself, I hate them, I hate life! Why should I live..?!" was all I could think.

The next month after the last call we were informed that Ami had passed. She was gone. My own twin...Who I loved dearly. And I caused her death. ..I would never forgive myself.

Whatever pain and agony that I was faced with in the future I would bare. It's to atone to my sins...

And when Mom heard that Ami died, she and dad fought even worse. The abusement got even worse, too.

Soon Mom had left without a word. She abandoned father and me...

When Mom left us...Two months later...Dad had taken his abusement to a level of his own and stole my innocence. He abused me sexually. I didn't like it, but I didn't run from it. I didn't deserve to have a good life anyways.

"Amu!" I heard my Father call in a rasp voice from another room.

I followed to where his voice called from, opening the door. My father lie on his bed completely naked and aroused. I was slightly disgusted and knew what was going to happen. But I accepted it. "Oh, sorry, Father… I didn't mean to… I should have knocked," I retreated from the room but I heard my father call again.

"Amu," he sounded frustrated with me. "Get over here. Now," he said.

I opened my mouth to detest, but then I thought… I deserve this… She died because me, mommy and daddies unhappiness is my fault. I should bare the consequences.

"Yes," I answered obediently.

He got off his bed and walked toward me, he ordered me: "Strip."

I hesitated and he wasn't patient. He began to strip me himself. He ripped open my shirt, breaking the buttons that were aligned on it. He slid the short-sleeves. He stared hungrily at my B-sized breasts covered by my bra. He unhooked it skillfully and removed it. And what he did next wasn't expected. He grasped onto my breast and I pulled away only to be slapped. I held in a whimper.

He began again with assaulting me, he grasped my breasts and played with it's buds. I unintentionally blushed. What father does this to his child? His hands slid down my frame and to my abdomen and further down to unzip and unbutton my jeaned shorts. Once he finished unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts he pulled them down along with force, taking along the panties I was wearing.

He pushed me on his bed, and ordered me to be still.

He took out some rope, he tied my hands and feet to the boards on the bed. All the while I didn't move, I allowed him to do what he wished. I kept reminding myself how I deserved more punishment. I probably even deserved death.

My father climbed on top of me and swore at me, "You whore. You're just like your mother," he paused. I gave him a curious look, basically asking him what he meant. "Oh, you didn't know? Your mother roamed the streets fucking any man she could see."

I lay there shocked, my eyes bugging out. I stammered, "T-that's not true!!"

"It was, she was sick of us, she hated us," he paused. "Especially you." I didn't believe it.


He then without warning or waiting, he slammed his erect cock into my entrance. It was more painful then anything he or mother had ever done to me. I screamed and he smacked me again.

Tears streamed down, but I didn't show an expression or make any noise. I just closed my eyes, waiting for it to end. I lie tied to his bed broken and bruised…I deserve this.

I deserve this. I truly do. It's my fault that she's no longer here. It's my fault.

Thank you for reading. :3 R&R, update will be.. Soon. xD