This time I was inspired by my current obsession, which is why I haven't been into Bleach much less HitsuRuki so….sorry about that

But just a heads up this is another sad story….

In the dark of night no stars shine brightly in the heavens, no silver moon in the sky to guide lost souls. Only humble people sleeping in their beds dreaming of wonders, flying higher then the highest cloud or swimming in the deepest parts of the ocean, but one.

A house with the lights on, voices of harsh words meant to cut deep into the soul are heard through out the empty street, lonely with no light as they echo from house roof to roof.

Two persons scream and aim their words at each other aiming to pierce the other with truths that lay deep within their subconscious. The difference between the truth and the lies the persons cannot tell for only with the other do they hide their true thoughts of the other. And yet as their voice rise, thrashes of ordinary house hold accessories are thrown in anger, slaps echo in hurt and pain through out the house, as the persons continue to aim their words at the other; completely forgetting the child, their child.

As she hides herself in her room, door locked this child of ten holds herself as she presses hard against her ears, trying with all her might to block those words that kill her each and every time. Always would these words that were aimed at the other, be told to her in secret holding them deep within her hiding them from the other. Always would the persons tell her to keep them secret, to never speak of them again; and always that was how she hid them. That was how she could go on pretending that those words, those thoughts, truths and lies in which she saw through her own eyes, were never true.

Until once in a while almost always, those words, thoughts, truths and lies became real. Almost always would the persons fight and speak of the other as they truly saw them and each time the child of ten would hide in her room.

She would hold her head as she forced herself to be silent; quell her whimpers, hide her face and tear stained cheeks. For as long as she remained quiet she could pretend that those words, thoughts, truths and lies that were screamed from down stairs crawling into her room, were nothing but a nightmare.

But like always yet again another morning comes and the house is quiet as always, one person is gone with her things as the other is in his room his music blasting; the smell of alcohol freshly wafting through her nose from under his closed door and their child is alone.

She gets herself up and goes downstairs fully dressed as she heads out the door to school, a small whisper escapes her lips where no one hears.

"I'm leaving mommy, daddy."

Only once she arrives at school can she act as if those nights never happened. With her friends surrounding her, hearing them laugh and giggle, the child flushes with happiness. Her smiles, and jokes are the perfect mask, blocking the outside world from her own dark and painful one.

Her purple eyes shine with hope for the future as she focuses on her work, as the teachers praise her, her friends hug and pat her. Only in this building filled with people who truly didn't know her, could she be happy. However with each night like before the day after is always short, and she returns to her home.

Dread and passionate pain courses through her body with every step she takes, closer to the house hold of her family, as the same thought drifts into her mind, something after school to make her time at home less. Something she enjoyed and could be happy about, to take her mind off the fact that her mothers car wasn't in the drive way, the cold and empty feeling that would run through her blood when she stepped into the house, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

And the child knew she needed something to take this pain away. But soon days would always pass and her mother comes home her face cold and her hair whiter than before, her father comes out of his room wrinkles along his face, a grim line on his lips as the persons stare at each other in disregard before they walk past the other, unspoken words remain locked behind their lips and life slowly returns to normal.

The three share moments of pure bliss and they are a family again, those nights gone as if they never were real; but inevitably those night return and the whole cycle begins again. Before long the child of ten is fourteen and she learns to treasure her time in school every morning the previous night cuts at her memory if she is alone. Over the years she learns to laugh louder to hide her cries, she learns to bury herself in work to block her mind from returning to those nights, she learns to always stare hard at another person to make them look away from her before they saw what she truly hid behind her purple glass eyes; she learns that by staying after school no matter how little people do, does she have more time away from her house and those persons.

Yet no matter how much she learns to hide herself from those nightmares, school matters doesn't hold long and she world is exposed. Leaving her with nothing but to find another way of hiding, and so she joins a team her best friend is on and before she realizes it; the child loves the sport. She loves the sound of the ball against her racket, the air rushing past her as she runs back and forth, the skidding of her shoes against the ground, but most importantly she loves the fact that; as long as she plays on the courts with her friend and teammates her mind his closed to her dark world, and she truly smiles.

Before long the child is accepted into varsity and she can't be more happy, she doesn't tell her mother and father about her new passion and makes the excuse that she is always studying. The only persons who know are her teammates and her best friend but even then the child realizes that happiness is ever short lived. Her best friend is moving far from their city, into another state far from her reach and yet the child smiles and wishes well wishes and farewells; as they are parted and not even her passion can take the pain away.

The night is quiet after another fight and the child cries herself to sleep as she often does, however this time her crystalline tears are no longer just for her family but for her friend, as time passes and with each year one leaves her and she is alone again.

"Why….why do you always have to leave me?! Why?!" she questions herself almost always.

From fourteen to sixteen the child still hides behind her mask at school, blocks her memories with her passion and hides from her dark world. And for a while her life is of a normal teenager, especially when a boy from her French class confesses he likes her and before long they become boyfriend and girlfriend. Her friends tell her how lucky she is to be able to have him as a boyfriend, with his amazing looks of rare white hair, sharp emerald green eyes and lightly bronzed skin.

She blushes when he kisses her forehead, her heart beats ever faster when their hands are intertwined, her eyes gleam with an emotion that is foreign to her but not shunned whenever he tells her he loves her, and she thinks is this how it feels to be free?

But that thought is quickly washed from her as she also thinks of her family and if they were to ever get closer he would have to meet them, she couldn't have that. She didn't want him to see her world, her lonely and painful darkness, the truth behind her eyes, the real face she hid behind her mask. And so she did the only thing she could do….she ran.

The child ran far from him, away from the pain as she always would. Fully knowing that this time she didn't have anything to hide behind, all she could do was run as fast as she could as her tears shunned her eyes from sight causing her to fall down the grassy hill she would always past home, stopping just from the waters edge, as the child of sixteen laid there clenching fists of grass staining her fingers with mud; her face up towards the crimson and tangerine skies as she laid on her back, no longer able to hold it in any longer the child opens her mouth wide and lets out a cry deep from within her heart, her crystalline tears streak past her clenched eyes and down her ears onto the grass, her face red and puffed her black hair covered in dirt, she continues to cry her soul out no longer held back by the pillow, no longer afraid of the stillness she would always feel after the persons fought, no longer holding it in the child cries like a baby.

Only until she feels a hand cupping her left cheek does the child open her eyes, to see her boyfriend sitting over her a sad smile across his face, as he pulls her up and into his arms holding her close to his chest never wanting to let go. Slowly her whimpers quiet down a bit only to rise in her throat again as she holds them behind her teeth and he tell her words that she has always wanted to hear; more than anything in this world, more than wanting her friends back, more than wanting her mother and father to stop and for them to become a family again.

The child clenches harder onto the white haired boy as he holds her close to his heart, holding her in his lap her black hair bobbing up and down as she cries of heart wrenching pain he whispers to her his words again and again.

"You're not alone, I right here."

Me- this is dedicated to my parents….although I doubt they'll EVER read fanfictions! Hahahah

But anyway I hope this wasn't to harsh so please read and review! By the way can you tell I put my heart into this?! I think so! Right? -

But I just realized that my stories are getting less and less talkative! it's filled with discripistions...hmmm I wonder if that's a good thing or not hahahah