Okay so my bad- I had several versions of this and A Better day saved and I forgot that I wasnt doing the same thing. wrong chapter was up! this is the correct one. the only thing the same between this one and the other is the chapter 1.

Enjoy!

It was the faint sound of screaming that woke her up. Her nails scratched at her arms. She couldn't even feel the new blood trickling over the scabs she had scratched off. Someone beside her whispered. She felt a hand wrap around her throat. It tightened and she coughed. Her hand raised to claw at her throat only to feel nothing, so her arm dropped limply.

The yelling died down but she still heard voices. Too muffled to hear. Maybe papa was fighting with mama again. Maybe no one was home at all. What if it was all in her head? A croaking laugh escaped her. 'Stupid.' She rubbed her temples, wincing at the pressure. Her boredom causes her to pick at things. Her nails as well. Not that she could see, but her fingertips were raw, bloody, and cracked.

Not that she could feel it really. Her whole body felt numb to a degree. She just felt cold and had a constant headache. Tsuna's body stayed in such a constant state of trembling that she didn't even notice it anymore. She concentrated on the steps as they seemed to come closer to the basement door. That sounded real. Well all of it did. Was this real? Was the bite of cold, and ache in her head even real? Was the hand against her spine real? 'Am i even real?' Was that her voice or theirs?

Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs was slammed open. She stayed still as roaches and bugs scurried either under her, or away to hide from the light. Her papa stood at the top of the stairs for a moment before stomping down. He had a large knife in his hand. Bigger than the ones he brought before.

Tsuna stayed still when the light turned on. She watched as the bugs scurried either underneath her or away from her. Papa came stomping down the stairs. She bit the inside of her cheek. He seemed really mad. "Here's the deal." He towered over her with the knife loosely hanging from his fingertips. "I can't afford you anymore. It's too much for me to even remember you're down here. You take too much of my time. Too much money. I think I've about had it."

Her eyes widened. Right as he raised the knife she panicked and gathered all the strength she could, and kicked out at his ankle. It was obviously unexpected, and he stumbled backwards and fell. They were both caught off guard for a moment. Her eyes caught the glint of the knife he dropped. She was closer. Her hand shot forward and wrapped around the knife. Her hand curled around it weakly. She was crouched now. As if ready to bolt.

Papa pushed himself up and a dark scowl was pointed towards her. She trembled. "Fucking bitch! I'll make you regret that." She stared blankly at the knife in her trembling hands. 'Kill him' her father began to stand but before he could, she scrambled over and kicked him in the groin. He fell back to the ground holding his privates. "FUCK!" He was hunched over on his knees. She moved behind him and slammed the knife down in his back. He fell forward, letting out a stream of curses.

She turned. She could run. The door was right there. It was open. 'Kill him!' She turned back towards papa. She pulled the knife back out and raised it again. With all of the strength she had left in her measly body, she slammed it down into the back of his neck. His body slumped forward. A sickening grin crossed her face. "I love you papa. I love you so much." She leaned forward and poked his cheek. He wasn't moving. She giggled. Blood flowed in rivers from around the knife in his neck. Was he dead? She faintly heard a rat squeaking in the corner.

She climbed on top of his back and sat. It took a lot, but she managed to pull the knife back out. It slid out with a wet squelch. Their roles were switched. Now she was on top. 'Cut him up. He did it to you. He's already dead.' Disembodied voices grated against her ears. A small whine came from her throat. She loved him so much. Why did he hate her? But what if- what if this was love. Was….was this love? Was this how papa loved her? She raised the knife again and slammed it down. She felt it scrap against something hard. Maybe bone. Was this how she could show papa her love?

She raised the knife and stabbed him again. She pulled the knife out and grimaced. Her hands were covered in blood. The strips of cloth she wore were almost soaked and her face was splattered with it. She shakily stood and stumbled away. She was getting weaker. Her body shook as the adrenalin started wearing off. She hadn't moved so much in so long. She basically crawled up the stairs. Half pulling herself up. Her heart beating faster the closer she got to the door. She pushed the door open wider and crawled out slightly.

A real smile broke through her face, showing crumbling teeth. Everything looked the same! She coughed suddenly. Her lungs hurt. She turned quickly when she heard a gasp. Her mama stood in front of her. She looked so much older. Deeper wrinkles covered her face. Her hair was almost completely grey. Her mama dropped the bottle she was holding and it shattered on the floor. The sound broke them out of their shock. Her mother held a hand to her mouth, her eyes filled with shock and horror.

She was covered in blood, and cakes with grime and dirt on most visible parts of her skin. Her bones poked out in a horrible manner, looking akin to flesh pulled tightly over her skeleton. Her once beautiful hair was matted and tangled, filled with dirt and bugs. Her eyes sunken into her skull stared at her mother in confusion. With how much her mother has changed, how long had she been down there? She grabbed onto the door frame and pulled herself into a standing position. Her mother seemed much shorter as well. "Mama, papa was going to kill me. I didn't want to die mama. I didn't want to die! Mama I'm so sorry." A few tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Her mother took a shaky step back. Tsuna tried to take a step forward and reached a hand bnb out. Her mama turned and ran. She hears the sound of keys and the door slamming. Not a moment later she heard tires scratching against pavement. She furrowed her brows and stared at the floor. Her vision blurred and she stumbled, catching herself on the wall. She dragged herself forward and stumbled towards where she remembered the phone was. In emergencies call the police. Would they have mama come back? Maybe they can get rid of papa. She dialed the police and smiled when she heard a voice on the other side of the phone.

thoughts? short for a reason!