I am what? SO SAD! Nobody reviewed for the other chapter... not even more than what... ten hits! That's IT? Well... perhaps I should stick on the short side, gotta say, that chapter was sucky though. Well, might as well finish this whole story... then delete it after I feel as though I didn't give up! Yup yup. But, I got so sad... I couldn't say thanx to people who read my other stories... maybe its the title...

As blackness engulfed me, engulfed my thoughts and my body. My whole past came back to me, and I woke up, walking in it.

It was the same, old, rusty town. How familiar it looked. It looked as though I were walking in a ghost town picture, dust and cobwebs everywhere.

There was a cry.

It was me. No, it was the 'past' me.

"You shut up you stupid girl."

And there it was.

A lady that looked fifty had her gray, wispy hair all muddled in a half-tied bun. Her face was fierce and scary, arrogant and angry.

A little girl stood below the lady. The little girl was in rags and in tattered clothing. She had long, messy hair, covering her tear stained face. One hand was on her cheek, the other wiping away tears.

"Stop crying you stupid girl. Let's get going." The lady yanked one of the girl's hands.

I stared into the little girl's face. That was me.

The girl stared right back at me. How skinny… how bony… and the white flesh revealing veins…

"What do you want?"

I jumped back, the lady and the girl were staring at me. Could they see me.

"Her." Answered a gruff, manly voice.

I turned around, realizing that there had been a man behind me, and they had seen him. Not me.

I took a step to the right. The girl's eyes followed me.

"How much? There's a price you know." The lady gave a menacing growl.

"A hundred bucks."

The lady laughed, stretching out her hand, "Ten more."

The man didn't smile, but he wasn't here to argue. He handed her a check.

"Cash."

The man pulled back the check, filing through his wallet, picked up a hundred and ten bucks, then slapped it into her hand. She clutched it greedily, counting the money.

"Alright. You go to that man, got it?" She shoved the girl to him.

He turned around, "Follow me."

That girl didn't budge. She was still staring at me. I could swear I heard her whisper…

"You're me…"

I didn't know what to say or do… I stood there, stricken. She could see me. But I don't remember seeing myself…

And then, all those horrible memories seized me, and this time I was reliving them, not walking in them I was reliving them.

It started with a dark, empty world… and then a baby's cry.

"The baby's crying." Voices…

"Yes, it's a good thing…" Another voice…

"I don't want a baby that cries." Voices…

"But…" Another voice…

"Get rid of it!" Voices…

The baby cried louder and louder… but it was so hard to see and understand.

"Get rid of it! Now!"

The voice sounded down… but the baby was still crying…

"What do we do with this baby?" Another voice…

"I don't know, send it to the orphanage?" New voices…

"We'll try to find someone will take care of this…" Another voice…

"Girl." New voices…

The baby continued to cry.

No one wanted the little baby… passed through hands and hands… the orphanage was already bustling with too many little babies, and they were all dying. They decided to send me to Japan.

Japan.

Perhaps they thought my life would be better there, and someone would want me again.

It was a lie.

Once I arrived in Japan, bundled up in one blanket, crying and crying, shivering and cold. They didn't find anyone either. So they sent me to where no one lived. Where only an old lady lived, a cranky old lady who gave a toothless grin, taking me in… without a heart.

I grew up the cold, deserted town. Sleepless nights on the stone floor, spiders… cockroaches… a stomach filled once a year. The lady made me work too.

She made me sweep the town clean. But it was impossible.

She made me get firewood so she would be warm that night. I didn't find much firewood.

And every time I didn't do something, was too slow, or I did something she didn't like. She would hit. She would slap me. She would kick me.

And it would burn.

There was nothing to stroke that burn.

And it would hurt my heart.

And there would be nothing to warm that cold heart.

The nights were cold and the days were filled without food.

It was a terrible life.

And then a social worker came to get me.

And they had found a home for me.

A home I hated just as much.

The family was built up of a father, and a mother… but their children weren't their children anyways. It was almost an orphanage. But smaller.

There were two boys and two girls. A third when I was put in.

And I hated it there.

They had cots and food.

They had blankets and a fire.

But without love, there was nothing.

The two guardians didn't tuck us into bed, neither did they kiss our foreheads and tell us stories. They didn't even cook for us. They didn't even talk to us. All they did was set us in front of a TV. Or bring us to school. No hugs. No love.

And so I grew up with a boy who had a brain problem, another boy who was deaf.

And so I grew up with a girl who had lost her two arms, and another girl who was much older. And all she did was go out and never come home. And she would come home, be slapped by the two elder guardians, and laugh merrily and drunk as she collapsed into a bed. That girl died one day; she died in a car crash.

What I lived with was nothing worth living for. I lived a life that was simply chasing after the wind.

What I lived in was nothing I wanted.

What did I do to deserve this?

I hadn't done anything when I was born but cry. And that first cry gave me this life.

I can't complain either. Maybe I did do something.

And I lived.

Somehow I lived without love.

It was because one day, fate led me to magic.

Fate led me to something that was worth living for.

And led me to another world.

Brought me to a whole new life.

"Oi, oi. Wake up."

The world was dark and black.

Was I back in my mother's womb?

Had I died and now I'm being reborn.

There was a nudge… a shake… and then more words.

But the words weren't as muffled, and I could understand them… but for some reason… they were so obscure and clouded… it was like they were trying to reach me but I had been keeping my door closed…

"Her name's Mika."

Mika… that's my name…

"Mika."

My eyes flew open.

I could have screamed, but for some reason, I didn't.

"Finally." A golden creature rolled his eyes.

And beside the golden creature was Tomoyo… and behind them was Li-kun… and an angel with silver hair and a cold face.

"Kerobus… Yue…"