Inuyasha Fan fiction.
Disclaimer: I don't own any anime characters that I am using in my story also that I'll be adding a few characters into the story myself etc. etc. ya know.
Chapter 1: Amira's Background.
Amira is a good student at school. She always get good grades. Everybody that knows her loved her. She was kind and gentle. But her mother however hated her. (A/N. At least it seems like so.) She doesn't know why and nor did she ever asked. Amira's mother would beat her and yell at her very often. Amira would cry overnight; now more and more often she would have nightmares, waking in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. At times Amira would hate her mother for bringing her to the world to suffer but soon Amira forgave her mother. Amira's heart broke once after another but still forgive for that she believed her mother did what she did for a good reason. She would lie to herself every time too naive to accept the truth.
Amira's mother- You little bitch! You're as good as a piece of trash! *Beating Amira* I went through the pain just to get a fucken child like you!
Amira- Mom I'm sorry! *Crying through sobs of tears.* Please forgive me. *Crying*
Amira's mother- *Beating her with a coat hanger* Why should I forgive you?! As long as you live under my roof you will not get pass one day without getting beaten by me! You hear that!!! * stopped beating her* GO TO YOUR ROOM! *yelled*
Amira struggled to her feet and ran upstairs. When she got to her room. She washed off her face but still cannot stop the tears from rolling down her eyes. Amira took a shower and came out to get dressed. Her whole body has stripes of bruises each bruise is 3-4 inches long. Most are blue and some are purple and green from before trying to heal but got new one before the old ones got a chance to heal over completely. Amira's mother always avoided her legs, hands, and her head to her neck so the bruises won't show. Most or all of them are either on her back or on her upper arms and a few on the lower arms at times. A couple of them would have a lump coming up from her flesh. That night Amira had a nightmare again. (A/N. I'm too lazy to say what's in the story.) In the morning Amira's alarm clock rang and she went to school. As she got to her classroom all her friends greeted her. They talked and giggled until the teacher came in and then they settled in on their seats. As the teacher called for the roll the students listened and responded to the teacher when their names were announced.
Amira- * Telling her own background* (A/N. Telling the readers.) My name is Amira Aoshimi. I am 15 years old and in my junior year. I live with my mother though my father died before I could even remember him. My mother taught me how to fight ever since I was little but she beats me a lot. Of course she has her reasons . I know how to fight but I never pick a fight with anyone nor does anyone knows that I am able to fight. I'm not popular in school but most of the students in there knows me. My friends are like my family. They are not any less important than my mother. I don't know anymore of family my members my mother is the only one. I know I'm a little too old for liking cartoons and all but I just can't stay away from them. I love Japanese animated cartoons. As I grow older I feel more and more fond of them. I often wished that I can become one of them; to live in a world of magic and wonders. There is a side of me that always wanted to have many adventures of my life but in the world of reality it has limited my freedom. If I could be one of them I would be able to express how I truly feel inside without hurting anyone and without hurting myself. Of course that it's just a dream. At times like this, I wished that the phrase of "Your dreams can come true if you just reach out for it." is true.
