After Amu quickly ran home slamming the door as she went running to the kitchen as fast as her legs could carry her. She then grabbed a packet of pasta and ripped it open dumping it in the pan. She gathered the boiled tomato sauce and cooked the pasta. She quickly prepared the meal and set it on the table. Pouring a glass of vodka she put it on the table. Hearing the door slam she quickly huddled into a small ball in the corner ready for the blows that would come. She hoped the glass of vodka she poured would make him happy and lessen the blows. At least for a while, he plopped down on the seat and dug in. When he was finished he glared tomato stains smearing his chin. He growled, "How dear you give me this piece of shit!" He then ran for his bat and knife and came back. He slammed the bat into her head repeatedly making her see spots and get light headed. The last thing she remembered is the sharp blade pointing to her stomach as she blacked out.
When Amu woke up she was in the kitchen a pool of blood surrounding her. She then grabbed the counter for support as she walked to the bathroom wincing every time she limped. Checking the time she saw that it was 7:30 almost time to go to school. She thought, "I was out for so long!" She finally reached the bathroom and stepped in the shower allowing the water to wash away her thoughts and worries. Giving herself time to think she wandered back to what the doctors said. They had told Amu that she had cancer. The cancer was far too developed and they couldn't do anything about it .When they asked her if she wanted treatment to make her life last a bit longer she shook her head they looked at her with bewilderment wondering why such a little girl reacted calmly to the news and refused treatment. She thought to herself why care nobody was going to miss her and she'd be able to see her mom. Stepping out the shower she quickly got dressed used make up to cover her bruises and walked to school.
