A/N: Wahh! I just found out what a REVIEW is!! I know. I know. I'm stupid, but thank you for all the comments!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Happy belated New years!! Or is that what it's called? Belatted? Maybe.

~'*Chapter 3*'~

Sold

Sad things...happen everywhere on this planet.

The moonlight filled the room with a blinding white light, outlining two petite bodies each near the other. Two transparent walls separating them; mirroring them. The larger of the two stood frozen. Hard eyes calculating the opponent. The smaller was propped up against the side of her bed, body doing a complete 180 to peer at the larger figure, neck craned at a seemingly impossible angle, hands squeezing fist fulls of sheets until her already pale knuckles turned white, though eyes widened with pure awe. She looked like an angel fallen from above. Upon closer inspection,though, you could clearly see the blood masking her pale, delicate features like a second skin.

It was everywhere..the blood. The floors, the bed, the sheets, the stairs, her silky raven locks, her clothes... You could also see the conflicting emotions held behind those magenta orbs fighting to pour out. In addition, you could also see the irregular breathing of the smaller angelic figure; the way her leg twisted at an unnatural angle. The beads of sweat rolling down her moonlight reflected face. Her slim abdomen slightly caved in around her midsection. Obviously, she had a broken rib to tend to. From the look at how her chest was heaving and her dilated pupils, the broken rib had to be piercing something important...very important...not that she noticed. Aside from the minor details, all this put together would make even the greatest artists smolder with envy.

I must be dreaming... My head cutely lolled to the side as I peered over at him from my spot behind the bed quivering hands gripping the sheets-- wrinkling them in the process. This scene would undoubtedly appear hysterical, if I weren't currently bleeding to death...again. His eyes appeared strangely...soft? They reminded me of the lazy shore back in...my childhood dreams trying to collect pretty shells that reflected a rainbow without getting tagged be the ocean.

The wonderful scent of the ocean breeze filling my nostrils as I took deep breaths-- trying to savor the moment, though it was all unreal. Long ago, of that post card Hisa...That thought immediately crashed into the imaginary walls of my mind. No.

Never would I say that name again. Ever. Though the unfinished thought continued to snivel and bawl locked in the recesses of my mind. I slammed the door shut and locked it; I ate the key like one of those Flinstones vitamins. Satisfied, I tuned back to the more pleasant thoughts.

Such nice times, though; places where I could go and escape my private hell even for a short while. Get away from the guilt of...well. You don't need to know, at least, not yet. Unfortunately, they were mere flights of fancy. For, they, sadly, would never come true. Not for a monster like me. This is my home. This is what I deserve-- payback. For being a ...murderer. For--taking note of where this mental conversation was headed, I abruptly halted these depressing thoughts and looked back to my new, seemingly annoying, neighbor. I gazed back into his penetrating eyes wondering...hoping-- just for a moment-- if he could see my inner turmoil. After all, a person's eyes are like a window to their soul, or something alond those lines. Nyaaah!

Once again captivated, I stared into his soft, mesmerizing, teal eyes...lost. Hopefully forever, however before I knew it, he had held onto my hand and carefully led me out of the maze that were his sea-green orbs. He promptly slammed the door tightly shut just behind me. I realized my situation. I'm so dumb. I'm a slut. I hate me, but what else is new? No-o-th-ing! It'll always be like this...no matter what.

Mentally pounding my head against an imaginary wall, I began my panic attack. Step one. Hyperventilate. I already had that part nailed down as I heard the short gasps of air, though I don't quite know the cause. Maybe the pain was catching up to me as the shock started to wear off. Maybe it's something else? Hah! Preposterous. I quickly dismissed that thought as quickly as it came. His eyes were gaurded once again. Not co-ol~

Realizing, I smiled. It was better this way. It's so much better. Yep! Hot guy despises abused girl. He ignores her, too afraid to get his hands dirtied with the blood of her past. Disgusted. Disgusting. That's why it's better if we're enemies. If I die, he won't care. He won't notice one less loser in the world.

I hate him. Too scared to get those pretty hands of yours dirty? Priss. Wait. I shouldn't go around judging people, now can I? I have to talk to him first...then I can judge him. It's only fair; ya, know? To give him a chance, though I already know the out come. It's sad, isn't it? It's always the same, no matter...how many times I hope that it's wrong...

Hah! Hope? It's already happened before...I know. I know what's gonna happen. What's the point of hoping? None! History will always repeat itself. No matter what. Why waste your time hoping? It's all the same. All the same... I already know. I know....It'll happened again. And again. And again.

How many times to I have to be disapointed...before I can finally give up? I truely am an idiot. There is no kindness in this world. Only hate and dispear. Kindness is only an illusion. The cause of it is greed. If I can be kind to them, they'll like me. I'll get stuff. They'll think I'm so nice and worship me. Kindness is a lie. It only covers the greed in this world. How...disapointing. It should die along with hope.

Suddenly, He whipped around and marched out the door as if disgusted. Did he hear my thoughts? Good. This will feed his hate for me. Or was he just in a hurry? I don't know...but...I was alone once again. Drowning in a pool of my own blood. Ironic, no? There is no hope. None. At. All.

Eh-eh. He probably thinks I'm retarted or was it re-tar-ded? I donno! But, I'm not the one who's looking in the neighbor's house all day~ Pervert W-white-haired-dude! Ah, the blood! I can see it on the floor, pooling around me like a big puddle. Maybe I should drink it? Ya, know? To get it back in my b-o-d-y? Ah-ah! What if Perverted-Whitey sees? He'll think I'm wiiiiiierd! Ehehehe! I'll be a vampire! I wonder what blood tastes like? Sweet? Bitter? I don't remember anymoreee!

Suddenly, I coughed into my hand. Eh? I feel something wet? I opened my palm. Ah. Ah! AH! Definetelly 100% SWEET! Yum. Yum. Light-headedness has its perks! I can't feel a thing! Ehehe. But stil...

It's a nightmare~ What else is new...with the bad luck he's fucking given me so far. I really shouldn't be suprised. Wait. There was something important I was saying before...what was it? Oh yea...step two. Panic attack. This is gonna be f-u-n~

IMMENSE!

Did he see it? Did he? W-what if he..? Maybe he saw Ami...? Gasp. W-what is he saw Ami push..? What if h-he saw Ami slap..? H-he'll probably t-tell his...!!! Hehehe! It's more fun this wa-aay! Consider every possibility! Being paranoid is Ok-ay! Aww. Now I have to k-i-l-l him! Poor Perverted-White-Fluffy-Marshmallow. Crazy? Nope. Blood loss? Yes!

Hai. Hai. Now. Time to take action!

Panicking, I, like the idiot I was, charged up to the window and demanded, basically screamed, what the hell he had seen over the last few hours. Though, I wished that had happened instead of this... ANYTHING instead of this. But this is more interesting don't cha think? Ha-ah! This is gonna be so much f-u-n~ Expect the unexpected. Do whatever can be done! NO LIMITS! I think...that I'm going to snap.

Oh, how the gods like to stomp on me like an ant and watch me squirm. Damn you sadistic people; if you were down here, I'd kick your pompous asses into the stratosphere. Now, that would be interesting! Then again, I'd probably get smited or whatever. Burned to a crisp. Struck by lightning. Drowning would be nice. Ect. or was it etc? I don't know an-y-more~ Maybe I'm going crazy? Nahhh. Maybe it's just blood loss? Hell YEA! Ehehehe. I feel so light. I could just float away~ Sometimes...I don't even understand myself, but isn't that with a lot of other people? What a fucked up world we live in...

About to jump through the window and kill this guy, I slamed a hand down on the comfy bed "PERVERT! DID YOU SE-" It must have been one of thoseTemperpeatic beds because my entire hand was sucked in...ah, so soft! This is one of the few perks of living with Yat-su-ba! Ehehehe! I get all the expensive stuffs! Wait till I tell the orphanage this! Oh, wait. Shhhhiyot. I'm not supposed to tell about that just yet..! Sowy!

I was just about to jump over the bed when fatigue caught up with me. Giving out on the weight of my body --which wasn't much I tell you-- My arm scrunched in like a wet noodle. Yum. Yum! Damn that Ami. Damn her to the pits of hell and back and to hell again. And then back and forth and to and from here and there~ I was mid-way in the air, practically laying sideways on nothing; immediately, I came crashing down. On my..arm! Ehehe!

"Ooof!" I landed flat on my back and painfully recoiled like a rolly polly. All the wounds started to rip open. The twisted appendages were flung around making new cracking sounds. New loops and curves. Blood spashed all over the bed and walls. I was a living hose that squirts out blood.

Blood. I see it. Everywhere. It's raining. BLOOD! It's raining. Help. Me. Someone...! I'm going to...die. Weak.

Time seemed to stop. Memories started to resurface. Bits and pieces. Bit by bit. They came out of thier caves. No. NO!

*Flashback*

"Shh! Be quiet!" The little brunette girl whispered to her new friend. She had one hand firmly clamped over her friend's mouth making sure no sound escaped the girl.

A mumble escaped the quietened girl and her friend slowly removed her hand to see what she wanted. "Shouldn't we help him? This isn't right! It's my fault!" Desperate, She whispered more forcefully than her brown haired friend. It was all her fault. All hers...

"We can't! We'll be beat too! Do you want to end up like him?!?" She whispered back. Suddenly, a loud clicking noise silenced the cowering girls when they realised their room mate had been taken away from them. They stood up slowly, after hearing the retreating footsteps, and made their way towards the old, uncovered window, which was basically a hole in a piece of rotted wood.

They hid by the wall next to the window and peered out to see the little scrawny boy being dragged out to the rickety shed by his spiky, black hair. The spectating girls gasped and held their breaths as the boy received a belt to his legs making him fall into the mud and soak his tattered clothes. The old, fat woman cackled at the boy and lifted him by taking a fist full of his ripped collar. She threw the boy into the leaky shed, which hardly sheltered him from the night's harsh rain and winds.

As soon as the boy landed, the door was shut on his terrified face and was chained up. Screams and sobs could be heard coming from the shed and the girls ran back to their beds; but not before the slob of a carer noticed their silhouettes in the window. The smaller of the girls started to uncontrollably bawl.

"Be quiet! She'll leave if she thinks we're sleeping!" The brunette warned, throwing the old, covers over her head and laying still with her eyes closed. Her friend did the same only laying still was proving difficult; she couldn't stop her body from shaking. It was all her fault. The guilt was too much for her to bear.

The haunting footsteps could be heard marching up the corridor and the door crept open with a slow, frightening creak. She shut her eyes tightly but her body wouldn't stop shaking; drawing unwanted attention. The steps approached her and whipped the thin, smelly covers from her malnourished body. Natural instincts caused her eyes to open and look up at the terrifying woman who snickered from above her.

"No....someone....help me!" The little girl thought. The shaking increased ten-fold, but the cause....was for different reasons.

"Got you." She cackled. The little girls heart stopped. Eyes wide, she opened her mouth in a silent scream.

She grabbed the girl by her neck and marched her out of the room, as her feet barely touched the ground. Her friend was terrified by now so she whipped the covers off her own body to call out to the unfortunate girl.

"Rukia! I can't believe it...."

Lucky for her, the "care taker" did not seem to hear the girl's friend's cries.

"Some one.....help."

*End Flashback*

Shocked, my mind went completely and utterly blank like a television screen when you turn it off. Whaaaa. I love ca-ke. I mean...te-le-vi-sion~ Ehe. I'm going c-r-a-z-y! I started to shiver. It....was all my fault. That day.....IT WAS!! Why didn't I help him! B-becuase of me h-he!!!

I blinked. Eh?

I guess it's like when a kid falls and they just sit there for a few seconds. Shocked. The mom runs over to the kid and pauses. Wondering if the child could just walk it off. Desperately hoping that the kid won't cause an embarrassing scene. Then, a thought pops up in the kid's head.

"Wait a minute...this hurts!" Finally, they start bawling their eyes out. The mom comtemplates on just leaving the embarrasing offspring, sighs tiredly, and tries comforting the damn annoyance.

The shock wore off... Fuck. This hurts like a bitch. In other words, it hurts ba-ad~ I was laying on my arm; actually, I was laying on an arm bent in a wierd shape. For christ's sake, I didn't even know that an arm could bend in this shape... A pertsle...pretzle...pret...something! Im going cra-zy!

"Just my fucking luck!" I hissed. I tried pulling myself together by saying my comforting four words. I've been through worse. I've been through worse. I've been through wor-- WAHH! I already lost feeling in it? Being numb is no f-u-n! Fuck this. I snapped and lost all reason and rationality. Again~

"THIS IS THE WORST!!!" I screamed. "What kind of fucked up situation is this?!?! What kind of fresh, new start is this?!?!"

I vented some more as my vision started to tint red. I'm okay with red, but I'm more of a green person. But...GREEN AND RED MAKE WATERMELONS!! I'mm good with that~

"I HATE THIS PLACE!!!" I shrieked. To add effect, I started to kick my legs and puched the temperpedic bed with the bottom of my fist repeatedly like a kid having a tantrum. I ignored the searing pain that shot throughout my bloddied and bruised body and that aching feeling in my blind rage. It's more f-u-n this waa-aaay~

"And you know who I owe all this too?!" I snapped up, ignoring the protests from my rational side. My right, noodley arm dangled at my side. Oh! Right now, I would be supper good at that dance move...the robot one I think? Where you hit your arm and it starts to sway back and forth like it's not even connected to youu!

"Please! You can't..!" It argued in my mind. "You're really going to die at this rate!" I, too blind with fury, told it to shut the hell up and get me a watermelon.

"......" Sniffling, It slunk back into the resesses of my mind. Vic-tory~

"That's it..! More hate. More anger! Kill the one who has been torturing you! More. More. More!" A voice echoed deep inside my head. Eh? That's new...

"Huh?" I paused upon hearing the voice. I looked around. "What?"

"Ehehehehehe..." the voice cackled and drifted away. I shivered.

How queer.....how very, very queer.

"Hm......I was supposed to remember something....important....hmmmm" I gazed up at the popcorn ceiling.

"Yes, you're supposed to thank me." Great. Round two of creepy voice thing... So not cool.

"Eh?" I don't remember you doing anything for me?

"Thank me." The voice commanded. Oooh. Creepy voice wants to be thanked. What're you gonna do? Lecture me? Yell at me? So scary~

"...." I don't need this shit.

"You humans think you can go around being rude..." It continued. "Who do you think has been keeping you from kicking the bucket?" Okay...creepy voice now claims to be keeping me alive... Maybe I should listen just in case...?

I sighed. Fine. Just in case. I sucked up my pride and glared at nothing in particular.

"Thank you." I can't believe I'm so weak. Thanking a voice. Pathetic. Oh. What the world has come to...

"Thank you, master." The voice corrected. What? You little...no way in hell would I ever--

"Master of pompous asses that's for sure..." I mumbled absent minded.

"I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat it?" The voice crooned in a sickly sweet tone that promised death.

I gulped. T-that s-sounds just like....Yatsuba...

"...." Too scared. I didn't answer.

"Want to die?" The voice threatened darkly. It sounds serious... Think. Think. Think. Ah....ah!

"......t-thank....y-you..." Come on! Spit it out! If you want to continue your worthless existance.....suck it up!

"Eh?" Creepy, uncool voice thing was probably sneering. Go to hell, cuz your no fun.

".............m-m-ma...st-ter?"

"Didn't quite catch that. Could you say it a wee bit louder?" Bull shit. You little son-of-a--

"T-thank you, m-m-master." There. You happy. Sadistic little piece of shi--

"C-c-c-could y-y-y-you d-d-do i-i-it w-without the s-s-s-s-stuttering?" It chided. "Mortals aways go around stuttering and such. It's hard to believe you humans could understand each other." My cheeks started to grow hot. My left arm itched to punch this bastard if it were to be physically. Though me left hook isn't as strong as the right one-- I peered at the useless apendage-- it'll have to do. Now. If I just see this voice, I could--

"ACK!" I gasped, and tightly clutched my head with my left hand. What the? S-s-suddenly, my h-head started to pound as if something were trying to rip its way out..! The sharp pain pulled me out of my haze. It pulled me out of the comforting fog. I was vulnerable once again...weak. Shivering, I scrunched into a tight ball. Tears threatened to pour.

"Now. Now. Rukia-chan, that thought hurt me deeply!" The creepy voice exclaimed in mock hurt. "How could you think of hurting me? After all that we've been through! I-I thought we were friends...!"

H-how? HOW! How could this voice hear my thoughts? How could this voice hurt me without being here? Someone....help. I felt like dieing. T-this pain..! I-it feels worse than all my other experiences combined! Once again, I started to uncontrollably hyperventilate. The tears started to roll as it mixed with the blood. They blurred my vision as I thought. Wouldn't it be nice if I just died right now? To get it over with? Have I been through worse? No. My comforting words have...have failed me! My eye twitched in anger. Kill me. JUST KILL ME! I don't need this. This crappy life. This shitty world. Just...just kill me. It would've been better if I was never born. S-so....much better.

As tears mixed with blood and despear with hoplessness, I couldn't tell what was what anymore. Memories from before mixed with now made a confusing blend. Why was I born? Who am I? Why? Why am I so weak...? Why? Why can't I get stronger? Why can't I overcome this? I rocked back and forth. Why. Why. Why. Why!

"Hey, Ru-ki-a-chan." The voice sang. I looked up at the cealing from my fetal position.

"...h-hai?" I don't want to be hurt....Don't hurt me. Please. I'm tired. So tired.

"Do you want to hear a secret?" The voice whispered in a dark tone.

"...hai." I heard myself whisper brokenly. Pathetic. My head dropped back down onto the soft bed. It's calling me. I can hear it...it...wants me to sleep....to forget every thing that happened today......a dream.

"I can make you stronger." Softly, the voice crooned in a hushed tone. "You'll never have to be afraid, Rukia."

".....r-really?" The blood loss was getting to me. I can finally....be strong? This sounds too good to be true...wow. I-I can finally be strong....I..I can see a light. It's so bright. So warm. I...I want to touch it...even for a moment.

"All you have to do is...." The pain in my head lessened to a dull throb. I sighed in relief. The light...is so warm. I could fall asleep....

"....go to sleep, my little Rukia." That's......all......?

"R-really....? T-t-that's all I...have...t--" My eyelids felt heavy. The light bathed me in warmth. So comforting.

"Shhhhhh, Rukia. It's okay now. Go to sleep." I could hear.......the ocean. It's calling........me......to................play.

Peacefully, she fell asleep with a small smile on her face.

"Ehehehehe.....EHEHEHEHEHE, FOOL!!!" The voice cackled hysterically. "FINALLY!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! IT'S TIME....!!!"

The laughing calmed down some. "Ehehehe! You just sold yourself...to ME!"

"Let's see....all I have to do is make her stronger...for the price of her body." Rukia's body started to stir.

"Now. Let's go out to play, Rukia-chan."

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS FOR REVIEWING!!! I'm so happy! Uh..wow. This chapter was well....dark. I'm sorry if it was confusing, but it's from Rukia's point of view when she's close to dieing and a wee bit crazy. Yay! A flashback! Guess what the creepy voice is!! Um...yea. I hope you liked it!

~Snowdays