A Normal Life by Amanda Kate
Disclaimer- I do not own Sailormoon nor any other big money making company. Wish I did, but sadly. I don't have a penny to my name if you like to send donations to me I gladly accepted them ^_^. But anyway this is one of my first fanfic so tell me what you think even if it's the curliest thing on earth I want to know. Warnings- vary depressing Thanks to all who take the time to read my story.
Prologue
My life has always been hard, nobody stop to take a passing glance. I live in the same place for 13 years of my life the same hell. I go to school come home again, just to repeat the same routine. I remember everything that had happen in my life. The first day I was beat up.... ugh memories. Marla was the first person that had ever hit me, go figure.
I was three when it happened. We were living in a one-bedroom apartment. It was the first time I called her mommy. That's when the first 'rule' was broke and I paid dearly for it. She screamed that she was to young, that I ruined her life and that she was going to do the same to mine. I don't remember the pain or how many time she hit me. I just remember the look in her eyes as she did it. She hated me since the day I was born. I have always known that.
I dealt with the pain for two years, all I had to do was look at her eyes and see the rage and the hate that was there and know that I may or may not wake up in the morning. She never saw me as her daughter, she saw me as lost opportunities. She blamed me for every mistake that she made in her life. I was the mistake that hit her in the face each morning. Why she couldn't go out with her friends, why money was always running low, why she wasn't free. When I was 5. She left me at a bus station told me that she was leaving me hear to die, that she waste all the time she was going to on me. When she walk away she never looked back and...... I never fallowed. I think I wonder around for about a week before my uncle found me and took me to their apartment. He told me that I would be living with them for now on. I don't think he wanted me either. I walked out of one hell and right into another.
About a mouth later they enrolled me into school. Even then I always kept to myself. Over the years it became painfully obvious that they didn't like me, or my talents. It was during second grade that hell broke loses. When I was walking home, I remember falling on the ground and receiving kick after kick, after a while my body would just go numb. Just like it did with Marla after her episodes with me. I don't understand what person could get the gratification out of hitting someone? I was never really one to complain.
I hated people to think I was weak, or maybe I was ashamed. I had to think of something anything but I really didn't have to because my ant enrolled me into a ice skating class right after school. I have never been so thankful in my life and it worked for a while. I was almost happy, but they caught on. Once again I am spiting up blood for what ever reason they deem fit. I realized then that never once during my whole 8 year of life have I defended myself. I was sick of being a punching bag, sick of everything I just wanted to fade away but I knew that was out of the question if I went to school. So I got up the courage to ask for a Marshal Arts class and my Ant looked at me like I was nuts. She asked me why. I wanted to scream and shout to tell them to look around at where we live and how we live, but my ant and uncle wouldn't listen even if you had a speaker up to their ears. Now that I think about it they where living in there own little world and did give a fuck at the one passing them by. They reluctantly agreed and I was enrolled.
I was always a fast learner so, it didn't take long before I could defended myself after they learned that I fight back the taunting and the name calling set in any way to get at me. I think it was a game at school to see who could brake me first but I never gave in I never cried I wouldn't let them see me like that. i was going to be strong. From now on nobody was going to see me hurting again. I just learn how to shut it all off, I wanted to be disconnected form the world. It was like flipping a switch in my head; sometimes I wonder if I ever really turned it back on.
I never did react to anything they did to me and I guess there anger at me just overflowed on day when I was walking home. Funny thing was that it was actually a good day after just passed my black belt tested and at school everyone ignored me didn't even acknowledge that I was there. I was glad that maybe I could start fading into the background I didn't even hear when the kids started laughing or that they where running by until I was shoved into a passing car. The driver didn't even stop as my body flu off of his windshield and landed on the ground. The only thing that passed throw my head was if they'd pick up my body at the same time they where scraping dead animals off the road.
I didn't know how I ended up at the hospital personally I didn't' care. My body hurt like hell worse then after Marla's episodes. When I was left in the hospital to recover from my injurers I really wished that the car had killed me. I guess 'they' did break me after all.
A couple days later after the accident I was looking down at the tiles of my bathroom my injurers not fully healed. Perhaps they never will be. I really don't know, what happen or how a razor found it's way into my hand, shinny it's promises of release. I had tears running down my face knowing that I really didn't want to die but the thought of going back to face another year of hell it was to much I just wanted to be at peace to stop my suffering. I don't know why my uncle chose that exacted time to walk throw the front door maybe it was a miracle. No why would God want to waste something like that on me. I hear Sammy my little brother bang on the door saying that dad got the job and we were moving.
My small hands let the tiny razor fall from my grasp onto the floor where my tears wash away all the promises that where just whispered into my ears moments ago. ' A new house, a new school, a new life'. A new set of tears came to me knowing that my hands would not have to spill their own blood. I was going to have a new started with everything. TBC....
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Well that's it!!! I finally got the courage to put this out there. Tell me what you think? Mostly I want to know if this story is actually worth your time. Thanks again for reading ^_^
Disclaimer- I do not own Sailormoon nor any other big money making company. Wish I did, but sadly. I don't have a penny to my name if you like to send donations to me I gladly accepted them ^_^. But anyway this is one of my first fanfic so tell me what you think even if it's the curliest thing on earth I want to know. Warnings- vary depressing Thanks to all who take the time to read my story.
Prologue
My life has always been hard, nobody stop to take a passing glance. I live in the same place for 13 years of my life the same hell. I go to school come home again, just to repeat the same routine. I remember everything that had happen in my life. The first day I was beat up.... ugh memories. Marla was the first person that had ever hit me, go figure.
I was three when it happened. We were living in a one-bedroom apartment. It was the first time I called her mommy. That's when the first 'rule' was broke and I paid dearly for it. She screamed that she was to young, that I ruined her life and that she was going to do the same to mine. I don't remember the pain or how many time she hit me. I just remember the look in her eyes as she did it. She hated me since the day I was born. I have always known that.
I dealt with the pain for two years, all I had to do was look at her eyes and see the rage and the hate that was there and know that I may or may not wake up in the morning. She never saw me as her daughter, she saw me as lost opportunities. She blamed me for every mistake that she made in her life. I was the mistake that hit her in the face each morning. Why she couldn't go out with her friends, why money was always running low, why she wasn't free. When I was 5. She left me at a bus station told me that she was leaving me hear to die, that she waste all the time she was going to on me. When she walk away she never looked back and...... I never fallowed. I think I wonder around for about a week before my uncle found me and took me to their apartment. He told me that I would be living with them for now on. I don't think he wanted me either. I walked out of one hell and right into another.
About a mouth later they enrolled me into school. Even then I always kept to myself. Over the years it became painfully obvious that they didn't like me, or my talents. It was during second grade that hell broke loses. When I was walking home, I remember falling on the ground and receiving kick after kick, after a while my body would just go numb. Just like it did with Marla after her episodes with me. I don't understand what person could get the gratification out of hitting someone? I was never really one to complain.
I hated people to think I was weak, or maybe I was ashamed. I had to think of something anything but I really didn't have to because my ant enrolled me into a ice skating class right after school. I have never been so thankful in my life and it worked for a while. I was almost happy, but they caught on. Once again I am spiting up blood for what ever reason they deem fit. I realized then that never once during my whole 8 year of life have I defended myself. I was sick of being a punching bag, sick of everything I just wanted to fade away but I knew that was out of the question if I went to school. So I got up the courage to ask for a Marshal Arts class and my Ant looked at me like I was nuts. She asked me why. I wanted to scream and shout to tell them to look around at where we live and how we live, but my ant and uncle wouldn't listen even if you had a speaker up to their ears. Now that I think about it they where living in there own little world and did give a fuck at the one passing them by. They reluctantly agreed and I was enrolled.
I was always a fast learner so, it didn't take long before I could defended myself after they learned that I fight back the taunting and the name calling set in any way to get at me. I think it was a game at school to see who could brake me first but I never gave in I never cried I wouldn't let them see me like that. i was going to be strong. From now on nobody was going to see me hurting again. I just learn how to shut it all off, I wanted to be disconnected form the world. It was like flipping a switch in my head; sometimes I wonder if I ever really turned it back on.
I never did react to anything they did to me and I guess there anger at me just overflowed on day when I was walking home. Funny thing was that it was actually a good day after just passed my black belt tested and at school everyone ignored me didn't even acknowledge that I was there. I was glad that maybe I could start fading into the background I didn't even hear when the kids started laughing or that they where running by until I was shoved into a passing car. The driver didn't even stop as my body flu off of his windshield and landed on the ground. The only thing that passed throw my head was if they'd pick up my body at the same time they where scraping dead animals off the road.
I didn't know how I ended up at the hospital personally I didn't' care. My body hurt like hell worse then after Marla's episodes. When I was left in the hospital to recover from my injurers I really wished that the car had killed me. I guess 'they' did break me after all.
A couple days later after the accident I was looking down at the tiles of my bathroom my injurers not fully healed. Perhaps they never will be. I really don't know, what happen or how a razor found it's way into my hand, shinny it's promises of release. I had tears running down my face knowing that I really didn't want to die but the thought of going back to face another year of hell it was to much I just wanted to be at peace to stop my suffering. I don't know why my uncle chose that exacted time to walk throw the front door maybe it was a miracle. No why would God want to waste something like that on me. I hear Sammy my little brother bang on the door saying that dad got the job and we were moving.
My small hands let the tiny razor fall from my grasp onto the floor where my tears wash away all the promises that where just whispered into my ears moments ago. ' A new house, a new school, a new life'. A new set of tears came to me knowing that my hands would not have to spill their own blood. I was going to have a new started with everything. TBC....
~~~~~~~~~~
Well that's it!!! I finally got the courage to put this out there. Tell me what you think? Mostly I want to know if this story is actually worth your time. Thanks again for reading ^_^