Mirror
by Keruseyu
chapter one
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Hey folks! ANOTHER sad, painful fic! Gomen!
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Reflected in the flowing water,
a fragment of memory
I swore in my heart
I'd never repeat those thoughts again.
Reflected in the flowing water,
there is sorrow, so
with this power, with this life,
I want to protect you.
What I lost was my belief.
But now, I know love is unconquerable.
Even if it's miserable, and the present doesn't lead anywhere,
that is why we help each other.
Reflected in the flowing water,
a fragment of memory
I swore in my heart
I'd never repeat those thoughts again.
Reflected in the flowing water,
there is sorrow, so
with this power, with this life,
I want to protect you.
When I see my heart's shadow in the water-mirror,
that is the birth of love; yet another face.
For all that is precious,
I won't turn away from pain any more.
For all that is precious,
I won't turn away from pain any more.
===
Keladry stared out of her window. A bird flew by, chirping happily. She stared blankly as it flew to its nest in a tree below, tending its chicks eagerly.
"Yo. Kel."
She turned at her father's voice. A slight glint of fear crossed her face as he glared at her. "I'm goin' out. Clean up while I'm gone, all right?"
Hs strode out the door of their large new house, not bothering to wait for her answer. Kel sighed deeply, rolling up her sleeves. They had moved in just yesterday, and her father was already going out to drink. Kel would never say as much to his face, but he could at least order cleaning personel.
She winced as she rolled up her sleeves, accidently jarring her most recent bruise. He had given it to her just yesterday, when she had dropped a glass vase while organizing their house. The glass was slippery, and the vase wasn't at all valuable, but he found no mercy while dealing with his 'unruly' daughter.
He gave her these 'lessons' all the time, which is why he never hired anyone- they'd probably figure it out. Kel herself was very good at hiding it. He rarely hit her in the face, but when he did she always covered it up with her adept makeup skills.
She clutched the locket around her neck. Her mother had given it to her before she left, abandoning her and taking her little sister Keru. She flipped it open, flinching at the picture inside. She quickly closed it, a single tear dripping down her face as she banished her memories and schooled her face to its usual emotionless stare.
Taking windex out from under her bathroom sink, she started cleaning mirrors. She hoped he would be in a good mood when he got home- but then again, he usually wasn't. Kel could only hope he would leave her alone- she started school tommorrow.
Scrubbing at the already spotless mirrors, she prayed silently for her own protection.
But she couldn't blame him.
It was her fault anyways.
===
The door opened. Kel looked up from where she was reading on the couch. It was only 10- he was back early.
Putting down her book, Kel stepped into the hallway. "Dad?" She called, keeping her voice calm.
He was standing in the darkness. The door slammed shut.
'Oh no.'
"D-dad? You want anything?" She helped him with his coat, taking it off and hanging it neatly its hook beside the door.
She had just finished when a fist slammed into her back, sending her flying forward onto the coatrack.
Kel instantly curled into a ball, covering her head meekly as he kicked her prone form.
"You know why your mother left?"
She remained silent.
"ANWSER ME!!!"
She refused to answer, scared to hear his response.
"Because you're a good-for-nothing, bitchy little whore!" He yelled.
It hurt to hear that. She was only seven when it happened. It wasn't true, she knew that, but it still hurt like hell.
He continued to beat her senseless, not even avoiding her face. 'My God... hurts...' Kel coughed blood onto the floor, eyes glazing over to the verbal and physical abuse her father was unleashing upon her.
===
Kel woke to sunlight coming through the hall window. From the light coming from the window, it was at least 8 a.m.
She moved her limbs, making sure nothing was broken. Green, blue, purple, yellow- these colors were airbrushed upon her body from her father's blows.
Gripping the coatrack, Kel hoisted herself to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks in pain. She made her way up the stairs to her room, almost stumbling into her shower. Not bothering to take off her clothes, she pushed the knob all the way on 'hot' and slid down the shower wall, letting the steamy liquid soak her all the way through. She stared dimly at the white shower wall, tears of pain running down her cheeks.
The water running into the drain was tinted scarlet; she was either bleeding or had washed off dried blood. She doubted the latter- usually open wounds didn't close that easily- and undressed to find the source of the red liquid.
Kel tossed her drenched garments into the tub and examined her body. Bruises tainted her fair skin all over, making her whole body a mixture of different colors.
She found the skin of her back was slit in a long, jagged part from her father's first punch. Blood leaked down her back, spilling onto the white tile floor. Sighing, she dried the blood and managed to bind the wound with a long length of bandage she kept for emergencies like this. She washed the rest of her body and stepped into her room to get dressed for school.
===
Neal looked up from his trigonometry problem when the classroom door swung open. A girl stood in the doorway, books in her arms, looking meek and apologetic. "I'm sorry, Ms, um, Hutchins. I slept in... I'm very sorry for the interuption."
The teacher smiled warmly. "It's okay, dear. Class was almost over anyway." She turned to her students. "Class, this is Keladry Mindelan from...?"
"Just transferred from Germany."
"Oh. Well, welcome to Corus High school. I hope you'll make friends and enjoy yourself."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."
"Your welcome. Why don't you take a seat beside Neal?"
Kel made her way wordlessly to the back of the school room, shoulder-length brown hair wisking across her shoulders. Her flare jeans and long-sleeved silk shirt hung loosely on her; both were black.
Her black boots clicked as she stopped beside her new seat, stooping stiffly to place her books in the basket under the desk. She sat in the stiff-backed yellow chair, getting to work on her math assignment.
===
Sorry folks, too tired to write more! -_-!!!
by Keruseyu
chapter one
===
Hey folks! ANOTHER sad, painful fic! Gomen!
===
Reflected in the flowing water,
a fragment of memory
I swore in my heart
I'd never repeat those thoughts again.
Reflected in the flowing water,
there is sorrow, so
with this power, with this life,
I want to protect you.
What I lost was my belief.
But now, I know love is unconquerable.
Even if it's miserable, and the present doesn't lead anywhere,
that is why we help each other.
Reflected in the flowing water,
a fragment of memory
I swore in my heart
I'd never repeat those thoughts again.
Reflected in the flowing water,
there is sorrow, so
with this power, with this life,
I want to protect you.
When I see my heart's shadow in the water-mirror,
that is the birth of love; yet another face.
For all that is precious,
I won't turn away from pain any more.
For all that is precious,
I won't turn away from pain any more.
===
Keladry stared out of her window. A bird flew by, chirping happily. She stared blankly as it flew to its nest in a tree below, tending its chicks eagerly.
"Yo. Kel."
She turned at her father's voice. A slight glint of fear crossed her face as he glared at her. "I'm goin' out. Clean up while I'm gone, all right?"
Hs strode out the door of their large new house, not bothering to wait for her answer. Kel sighed deeply, rolling up her sleeves. They had moved in just yesterday, and her father was already going out to drink. Kel would never say as much to his face, but he could at least order cleaning personel.
She winced as she rolled up her sleeves, accidently jarring her most recent bruise. He had given it to her just yesterday, when she had dropped a glass vase while organizing their house. The glass was slippery, and the vase wasn't at all valuable, but he found no mercy while dealing with his 'unruly' daughter.
He gave her these 'lessons' all the time, which is why he never hired anyone- they'd probably figure it out. Kel herself was very good at hiding it. He rarely hit her in the face, but when he did she always covered it up with her adept makeup skills.
She clutched the locket around her neck. Her mother had given it to her before she left, abandoning her and taking her little sister Keru. She flipped it open, flinching at the picture inside. She quickly closed it, a single tear dripping down her face as she banished her memories and schooled her face to its usual emotionless stare.
Taking windex out from under her bathroom sink, she started cleaning mirrors. She hoped he would be in a good mood when he got home- but then again, he usually wasn't. Kel could only hope he would leave her alone- she started school tommorrow.
Scrubbing at the already spotless mirrors, she prayed silently for her own protection.
But she couldn't blame him.
It was her fault anyways.
===
The door opened. Kel looked up from where she was reading on the couch. It was only 10- he was back early.
Putting down her book, Kel stepped into the hallway. "Dad?" She called, keeping her voice calm.
He was standing in the darkness. The door slammed shut.
'Oh no.'
"D-dad? You want anything?" She helped him with his coat, taking it off and hanging it neatly its hook beside the door.
She had just finished when a fist slammed into her back, sending her flying forward onto the coatrack.
Kel instantly curled into a ball, covering her head meekly as he kicked her prone form.
"You know why your mother left?"
She remained silent.
"ANWSER ME!!!"
She refused to answer, scared to hear his response.
"Because you're a good-for-nothing, bitchy little whore!" He yelled.
It hurt to hear that. She was only seven when it happened. It wasn't true, she knew that, but it still hurt like hell.
He continued to beat her senseless, not even avoiding her face. 'My God... hurts...' Kel coughed blood onto the floor, eyes glazing over to the verbal and physical abuse her father was unleashing upon her.
===
Kel woke to sunlight coming through the hall window. From the light coming from the window, it was at least 8 a.m.
She moved her limbs, making sure nothing was broken. Green, blue, purple, yellow- these colors were airbrushed upon her body from her father's blows.
Gripping the coatrack, Kel hoisted herself to her feet, tears streaming down her cheeks in pain. She made her way up the stairs to her room, almost stumbling into her shower. Not bothering to take off her clothes, she pushed the knob all the way on 'hot' and slid down the shower wall, letting the steamy liquid soak her all the way through. She stared dimly at the white shower wall, tears of pain running down her cheeks.
The water running into the drain was tinted scarlet; she was either bleeding or had washed off dried blood. She doubted the latter- usually open wounds didn't close that easily- and undressed to find the source of the red liquid.
Kel tossed her drenched garments into the tub and examined her body. Bruises tainted her fair skin all over, making her whole body a mixture of different colors.
She found the skin of her back was slit in a long, jagged part from her father's first punch. Blood leaked down her back, spilling onto the white tile floor. Sighing, she dried the blood and managed to bind the wound with a long length of bandage she kept for emergencies like this. She washed the rest of her body and stepped into her room to get dressed for school.
===
Neal looked up from his trigonometry problem when the classroom door swung open. A girl stood in the doorway, books in her arms, looking meek and apologetic. "I'm sorry, Ms, um, Hutchins. I slept in... I'm very sorry for the interuption."
The teacher smiled warmly. "It's okay, dear. Class was almost over anyway." She turned to her students. "Class, this is Keladry Mindelan from...?"
"Just transferred from Germany."
"Oh. Well, welcome to Corus High school. I hope you'll make friends and enjoy yourself."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."
"Your welcome. Why don't you take a seat beside Neal?"
Kel made her way wordlessly to the back of the school room, shoulder-length brown hair wisking across her shoulders. Her flare jeans and long-sleeved silk shirt hung loosely on her; both were black.
Her black boots clicked as she stopped beside her new seat, stooping stiffly to place her books in the basket under the desk. She sat in the stiff-backed yellow chair, getting to work on her math assignment.
===
Sorry folks, too tired to write more! -_-!!!