Hitomi sat in her lonely dark room, scribbling away at her old beaten notebook. Words. Harsh and foul words as hot angry tears slid down her cheeks. Ink spread all over the paper as her tears of hate mingled in with it. She drew pictures of people suffering and dying.

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"You're a failure. A failure at everything," her father yelled at her. Hitomi stood there looking down at the ground, trying not to look at his face. Her mother just sat there as her father kept screaming at her. Her little brother was in his room having fun. She was angry with her father for yelling at her, angry with her mother for not doing anything to stop this, and angry with her brother because he was the cause of everything.

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"She wouldn't help me. She wouldn't help me at all," Hitomi whispered to herself as she drew more pictures. Then she closed her notebook and went to the darkest corner of her room. She began to dig her nails into the skin of her wrist until it broke. Blood began to seep out, but barely. It should've hurt, but it didn't. She wanted to dig her way through her body and find her heart to see what really hid beneath all that. She hated her life and cursed everyone around her because of it. She wanted everyone to be miserable. "Why did you create me!? Why is my life like this!?" she shouted looking up at the ceiling of her room trying to see if God would listen, "I paid for what I did years ago! What more do You want from me!?" She bowed her head back down and cried. She held her bloody wrist close to her, staining her jeans. "Why me?" she murmured trying to see if God would answer her. After 2 hours of crying Hitomi finally got up and walked to the bathroom. She scrubbed off the blood that had caked onto her skin. The cuts began to sting, but she didn't care. Hitomi began to look through the cupboards of her sink and found a hair dryer. Water dripped from her wet hands as she plugged it into the socket. Then she turned all the faucets on and allowed the water to run. She couldn't decide whether or not to drown herself or electrocute herself. She only thought of how her parents would react when they found her body. She began to cry again as she fell backwards onto the floor. She cut herself with her nails again, angry that she was too cowardly to even kill herself. Lying down on the floor, Hitomi closed her eyes. She couldn't see anything because all was dark. She couldn't escape it. No matter where she was the darkness would follow her. She reopened her eyes and got up. She turned off the faucets and put the hair dryer away. Then she went to her room and climbed into her bed and went to sleep. Her tears glistened in the moonlight as it came pouring through her window illuminating her face.
A/N: really short i know but there was just nothing else to say for this chapter . . . next time it will be longer because she will meet Van!!! so here is the sum . . . Hitomi has a family that she hates and a life that is not worth living . . . and she wants to kill herself, but she's too afraid to do it. but now she is going to meet Van and things might change . . . i find this story that i am writing kind of disturbing . . . '-_- . . . and what happened to the freakin prologue? it became messed up . . .