Lass: We're back with a new chapter of my story.
Serenity: Yep, but she really wants to thank a few people first, don't you?
Lass: That's right. I would really like to thank Daisy-chanMistress of Evil for reviewing so soon after I posted the chapter. Another reviewer I'd like to thank very much is MistressMoonDemon for her review. I was so glad when I saw that the writer of one of my favourite fics (Healing Her Serenity, you should really read it.) reviewed mine!
Serenity: I think they know now, don't you think?
Lass: Sorry, I was rambling a little.
Mokuba: Kind of. So, who are you going to talk into doing the disclaimer?
Lass: I was hoping you'd do it again. You did so well last time, so I thought...
Mokuba: That I'd say the whole Lass – does - not - own - Yu-Gi-Oh – but – she - does – own – the - plot - of – this – story – and – the – computer - she's – writing - it – on – stuff? No way!
Serenity and Lass giggle
Mokuba: What? What's up?
Serenity: You just said it, Mokuba.
Mokuba: I did? I did! That wasn't so hard after all.
Lass: Did you think it would be?
Mokuba: Just get on with this chapter already!
Lass: Ok. And thanks, Mokuba.
It was the evening of the day after the 'fainting incident' as she called it.
Serenity was lying in her bed, tired of what happened this afternoon. She slowly drifted to sleep, unable to stay awake any longer.
Therefore, she could have impossibly have heard the front door open, footsteps walking to her room or the opening of her own door.
She did wake up at the rough voice shouting at her. "So, you thought that was funny!" She bolted up, eyes open wide.
"You probably thought it was smart, huh, running away! You probably got back into the house when I left, didn't you!"
That was exactly what happened. When he was about to beat her, she had ran away. She hid near the house, and when he left, she got back in, making her homework and doing some other things. She hoped he would've forgotten it, but she knew he probably hadn't. She was right. He was standing in front of her now, throwing insults at her face, calling her names and shaking with rage.
She was terrified. She hadn't ever seen him this mad. She knew this wasn't going to end up pretty, unless something or someone interfered. And because it was 3 in the morning at the moment, that wasn't very likely.
She crawled to the other side of the bed, getting as far away from him as possible. Serenity was trembling with fear. Her father came closer, his eyes narrowed.
'Great,' she thought. 'I was running away from a beating, only to get a bigger one in return.'
"Please father, what have I ever done to deserve all of this?" she asked desperately. Nothing could make this worse anyway, so she would just throw it all out. "I have tried anything to make you happy. I listened to all of your commands, I am trying to do everything perfect for you, but you keep beating me. Why?"
She thought nothing could make it worse, didn't she? Well, she found a way to do it anyway. Fire almost seemed to emerge from her father, making Serenity pushing herself to the wall even harder.
What he said then would haunt Serenity for the rest of her life, scarring her trust in anything forever.
"Do you really think," he sneered, not yelling, what made it hurt even more. "Anybody really thinks you're doing things well? The only reason anyone would talk to you is because they feel sorry because you're so pathetic. Did you actually think anyone thinks of you as good? You have to be happy I'm being completely honest with you, telling you honestly how worthless you are and taking care of you!"
He seemed to be getting angrier with every word he said, slowly raising his voice. "No one, I'm telling you, no one could possibly really care for you!"
Smirking he heard her gasp and start to cry. "No..." she whispered. "No, it isn't true. My brother loves me. My friends, they really like me."
But a little hint of doubt was now apparent in her voice. Her father's anger built up inside him again. She was so weak now. So vulnerable... He hated weak people.
The daughter raised her face towards the father. Her eyes were so empty. As if her soul was taken out of her, leaving nothing but an empty shell. Then he snapped...
She heard her alarm going off. She opened her eyes, not remembering what happened. When she tried to lift her arm, it seemed so heavy...
She was on the floor of her bedroom. How did she end there? When she raised her arm again, a sharp pain rushed trough her whole body. Another one went trough her as she remembered last night.
Everything came back now. The hurtful words, the horrible blows she received...
She got to her knees, ignoring the horrible pain that seemed to rip her body apart. She crawled over to the bathroom, taking a very quick shower. After that, she returned to her room again. She almost fainted from the pain she felt while putting her school uniform on, feeling the material touch her badly wounded skin.
Her eyes showed no emotion while she put the paint on her body, needing a huge amount of the stuff to cover everything up. She swayed when she stood up straight, and she had to lean against the wall while walking to prevent herself from falling.
Once inside the kitchen, she quickly grabbed a bite to eat before walking out of the front door. She was already late because she had to take a shower first, and she didn't have much time for breakfast.
As she walked over to Yugi's grandpa's game shop, she had to lean into a wall sometimes to keep up straight, but she managed.
Grandpa Motou was outside. "They have already left," he told her. "They didn't want to be late at school."
"Oh, it's okay. I'd better be going now," was her fake cheery reply. This only seemed to make her father's words seem truer.
"Bye Serenity," the old man called, looking worried at the girl. Was it his imagination, or was she swaying like she was really drunk? He decided to ask his grandson when he returned from school, and shrugged it off.
When Serenity arrived at school after a hard walk, due to the fact her body kind of was a bundle of scratches and bruises, she walked directly to her classes, not bothering to look around her, and therefore not noticing the way the school had been decorated with all kinds of stuff and huge pamphlets reading their school had won a very important football match against another school.
So, when she arrived at her class and walked in, she was greeted by the sight of even more decorations and a chatting class with the teacher smiling at her desk.
She was a very nice young woman with warm grey eyes and black hair, and she was their English' teacher. Everyone called her by her first name, Sakura.
Her smile turned into a frown, though, when she saw the girl enter. She wasn't looking well at all.
One look in Serenity's eyes told her enough. Something had happened to this girl, and it wasn't good... It was really bad...
She had noticed that the girl, whenever she thought no one was looking at her, seemed to be a lot less cheery as when even one person was looking at her. But now she didn't even seem to care if anyone was watching her. Luckily, that wasn't the case. Everyone was busy having their own conversations, not caring for Serenity.
'Something has to be done,' she decided. She walked up to the girl and took her at the arm. She released very quickly when she heard Serenity holding in a cry. "Serenity, come with me, now," she ordered her sternly.
When they were out of the classroom, Sakura led Serenity into another hallway. She caught her when she was about to fall over, and let Serenity lean upon her for support, everything happening in silence as they walked down the hallway. Every time they passed by a classroom, they heard voices coming from behind the doors, and sometimes even cheering.
The teacher looked down at Serenity worried. She was practically carrying the girl now, and she seemed like a ghost, her eyes emotionless staring in front of her.
They had finally reached the door they were heading for, and Sakura was relieved. She knocked the door, and heard everyone call: "Enter," together. She opened the door.
Lass: What's going to happen now?
Serenity: You're the authoress of this story. You should know.
Lass: Well, not exactly. I'm just writing and seeing the words get on the paper, I mean computer screen.
Mokuba: Well, go put some more words on that screen of yours. I really want to know what's going to happen next.
Lass: Well, the sooner we stop talking over here, the sooner we can start at a new chapter. Oh and readers; please don't forget to...
Mokuba and Serenity: Review!! We know!
Lass: Bye then!
Serenity: Yep, but she really wants to thank a few people first, don't you?
Lass: That's right. I would really like to thank Daisy-chanMistress of Evil for reviewing so soon after I posted the chapter. Another reviewer I'd like to thank very much is MistressMoonDemon for her review. I was so glad when I saw that the writer of one of my favourite fics (Healing Her Serenity, you should really read it.) reviewed mine!
Serenity: I think they know now, don't you think?
Lass: Sorry, I was rambling a little.
Mokuba: Kind of. So, who are you going to talk into doing the disclaimer?
Lass: I was hoping you'd do it again. You did so well last time, so I thought...
Mokuba: That I'd say the whole Lass – does - not - own - Yu-Gi-Oh – but – she - does – own – the - plot - of – this – story – and – the – computer - she's – writing - it – on – stuff? No way!
Serenity and Lass giggle
Mokuba: What? What's up?
Serenity: You just said it, Mokuba.
Mokuba: I did? I did! That wasn't so hard after all.
Lass: Did you think it would be?
Mokuba: Just get on with this chapter already!
Lass: Ok. And thanks, Mokuba.
It was the evening of the day after the 'fainting incident' as she called it.
Serenity was lying in her bed, tired of what happened this afternoon. She slowly drifted to sleep, unable to stay awake any longer.
Therefore, she could have impossibly have heard the front door open, footsteps walking to her room or the opening of her own door.
She did wake up at the rough voice shouting at her. "So, you thought that was funny!" She bolted up, eyes open wide.
"You probably thought it was smart, huh, running away! You probably got back into the house when I left, didn't you!"
That was exactly what happened. When he was about to beat her, she had ran away. She hid near the house, and when he left, she got back in, making her homework and doing some other things. She hoped he would've forgotten it, but she knew he probably hadn't. She was right. He was standing in front of her now, throwing insults at her face, calling her names and shaking with rage.
She was terrified. She hadn't ever seen him this mad. She knew this wasn't going to end up pretty, unless something or someone interfered. And because it was 3 in the morning at the moment, that wasn't very likely.
She crawled to the other side of the bed, getting as far away from him as possible. Serenity was trembling with fear. Her father came closer, his eyes narrowed.
'Great,' she thought. 'I was running away from a beating, only to get a bigger one in return.'
"Please father, what have I ever done to deserve all of this?" she asked desperately. Nothing could make this worse anyway, so she would just throw it all out. "I have tried anything to make you happy. I listened to all of your commands, I am trying to do everything perfect for you, but you keep beating me. Why?"
She thought nothing could make it worse, didn't she? Well, she found a way to do it anyway. Fire almost seemed to emerge from her father, making Serenity pushing herself to the wall even harder.
What he said then would haunt Serenity for the rest of her life, scarring her trust in anything forever.
"Do you really think," he sneered, not yelling, what made it hurt even more. "Anybody really thinks you're doing things well? The only reason anyone would talk to you is because they feel sorry because you're so pathetic. Did you actually think anyone thinks of you as good? You have to be happy I'm being completely honest with you, telling you honestly how worthless you are and taking care of you!"
He seemed to be getting angrier with every word he said, slowly raising his voice. "No one, I'm telling you, no one could possibly really care for you!"
Smirking he heard her gasp and start to cry. "No..." she whispered. "No, it isn't true. My brother loves me. My friends, they really like me."
But a little hint of doubt was now apparent in her voice. Her father's anger built up inside him again. She was so weak now. So vulnerable... He hated weak people.
The daughter raised her face towards the father. Her eyes were so empty. As if her soul was taken out of her, leaving nothing but an empty shell. Then he snapped...
She heard her alarm going off. She opened her eyes, not remembering what happened. When she tried to lift her arm, it seemed so heavy...
She was on the floor of her bedroom. How did she end there? When she raised her arm again, a sharp pain rushed trough her whole body. Another one went trough her as she remembered last night.
Everything came back now. The hurtful words, the horrible blows she received...
She got to her knees, ignoring the horrible pain that seemed to rip her body apart. She crawled over to the bathroom, taking a very quick shower. After that, she returned to her room again. She almost fainted from the pain she felt while putting her school uniform on, feeling the material touch her badly wounded skin.
Her eyes showed no emotion while she put the paint on her body, needing a huge amount of the stuff to cover everything up. She swayed when she stood up straight, and she had to lean against the wall while walking to prevent herself from falling.
Once inside the kitchen, she quickly grabbed a bite to eat before walking out of the front door. She was already late because she had to take a shower first, and she didn't have much time for breakfast.
As she walked over to Yugi's grandpa's game shop, she had to lean into a wall sometimes to keep up straight, but she managed.
Grandpa Motou was outside. "They have already left," he told her. "They didn't want to be late at school."
"Oh, it's okay. I'd better be going now," was her fake cheery reply. This only seemed to make her father's words seem truer.
"Bye Serenity," the old man called, looking worried at the girl. Was it his imagination, or was she swaying like she was really drunk? He decided to ask his grandson when he returned from school, and shrugged it off.
When Serenity arrived at school after a hard walk, due to the fact her body kind of was a bundle of scratches and bruises, she walked directly to her classes, not bothering to look around her, and therefore not noticing the way the school had been decorated with all kinds of stuff and huge pamphlets reading their school had won a very important football match against another school.
So, when she arrived at her class and walked in, she was greeted by the sight of even more decorations and a chatting class with the teacher smiling at her desk.
She was a very nice young woman with warm grey eyes and black hair, and she was their English' teacher. Everyone called her by her first name, Sakura.
Her smile turned into a frown, though, when she saw the girl enter. She wasn't looking well at all.
One look in Serenity's eyes told her enough. Something had happened to this girl, and it wasn't good... It was really bad...
She had noticed that the girl, whenever she thought no one was looking at her, seemed to be a lot less cheery as when even one person was looking at her. But now she didn't even seem to care if anyone was watching her. Luckily, that wasn't the case. Everyone was busy having their own conversations, not caring for Serenity.
'Something has to be done,' she decided. She walked up to the girl and took her at the arm. She released very quickly when she heard Serenity holding in a cry. "Serenity, come with me, now," she ordered her sternly.
When they were out of the classroom, Sakura led Serenity into another hallway. She caught her when she was about to fall over, and let Serenity lean upon her for support, everything happening in silence as they walked down the hallway. Every time they passed by a classroom, they heard voices coming from behind the doors, and sometimes even cheering.
The teacher looked down at Serenity worried. She was practically carrying the girl now, and she seemed like a ghost, her eyes emotionless staring in front of her.
They had finally reached the door they were heading for, and Sakura was relieved. She knocked the door, and heard everyone call: "Enter," together. She opened the door.
Lass: What's going to happen now?
Serenity: You're the authoress of this story. You should know.
Lass: Well, not exactly. I'm just writing and seeing the words get on the paper, I mean computer screen.
Mokuba: Well, go put some more words on that screen of yours. I really want to know what's going to happen next.
Lass: Well, the sooner we stop talking over here, the sooner we can start at a new chapter. Oh and readers; please don't forget to...
Mokuba and Serenity: Review!! We know!
Lass: Bye then!