Hey if you don't like this chap just skim through it and head on to the next chap xD

Cuz this chap is boring as heck and I hate the way I wrote it lol

I'll be updating weekly if not sooner :D so uhmmm yeah ^^; this is my first fanfic andd my grammar SUCKS, but hope u enjoy :o OH and it won't stay depressing for long btw! i CANT WRITE sad stories o.o i'm too happy to write sad ones xD sooo lol ONTO DA STORREEEHHH :D

Chapter 1: Nightly Routine

It was very quiet in the old home. No sound filled the air whatsoever; It had always been like this since the owners abandoned the home along with the child, who has recently been the only one abiding in this home. She was always cheerful as a child and full of energy when no one else around had any to spare, but that all changed when her child-hood friend, Teto was killed in an accident. An accident is what it was called at that time, but she now had her doubts.

A young girl in her teens sat at a desk with a notebook opened. A single lit candle dimly revealed her face. In fact, it was the only light that was in the large lifeless home. She had longer hair contrasting to the shoulder-length that was in all of the family photos spread out downstairs. Her eyes were an icy, piercing blue. Not much emotion was shown in them.

The blonde had her blue, deceased eyes fixed upon her journal, the only thing that could keep her full attention, aside from her cat, Yorokobi.

She had never used the journal in the past much, but that changed once she became less sociable.

The journal was decorated with pictures of her and a boy that she couldn't recall the name of. They almost looked like twins… but that was impossible since she was an only child. He had golden hair with tints of brown in it tied back into a low ponytail. The background was yellow and black; yellow was her favorite color of all … or at least it use to be. No one knew what she liked anymore. Nonetheless, she looked happy in the photos. Perhaps she did have a twin, and the girl in the photo was her twin instead of her.

Yorokobi was the only friend she had ever really had after Teto, because she was too afraid of being hurt again. Matters only got more corrupt, when her parents told her that they would go to the store, but they never returned. She had thought maybe something happened to them, but she later heard of the rumors that were spreading around the neighborhood about how she had apparently 'ruined' her parent's lives and they decided to escape the easiest way they could. Lie…

The teen combed her dirty golden locks to the side of her face and started reading over what she had written in her journal from her first entry.

12/27

' Today is my twelfth birthday~ Mother and Father gave you to me! First off I'd like to give an introduction!

My Name is Kagami Rin I am in sixth grade and look forward to getting to write a TON!

I'm going to decorate the cover later so look forward to it! Kk? Well~ I gotta go!

My best friend Teto is waiting for me at the park!

I'll tell you about her when I come back!

-- 鏡音リン'

The journal was shut closed and was put into the middle drawer of her withered desk.

A hint of emotion hit the teen's eyes as she read the last sentence. It disappeared as quick as it had come and thus, she regained the emotionless look she had before. It had been exactly two years since the journal entry had been written and so much had changed. Rin couldn't face people anymore Teto's parents screamed at Rin calling her the devil. All memories of her being their favorite friend that Teto had, had disappeared.

All that was left now was pure hatred.

Rin shoved these thought to the back of her head and went into the next room and crawled onto the cot that was known to her as her bed. Yorokobi followed her shortly after and curled up next to Rin's side. Soon after that she slowly sank into a deep sleep.

Rin's POV

The two questions that crossed my mind while I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes were –what was that horrid smell? And where was it coming from? Now that I think about it that's the only actual thought I've had for awhile.

I couldn't help but cringe from the smell. It was bugging the heck out of me, so I went over to where the smell was coming from and tried opening the door.

But the door handle was … hot…? I scanned the room and found Yorokobi who was meowing manically; I knew something was definitely not right.

I looked back over to the door, which shortly after was engulfed in flames. No emotion hit me at all … no fear … nothing. For some reason I couldn't have cared less, as if this was a nightly routine.

Figures … of course something new would happen it's my birthday after all, isn't it? Two years ago you took Teto, the year after my parents and this year my house. It doesn't matter to me. I already lost everything anyway.

I decided it would be a good time to get out of here. I bid my farewells to my room and picked up my horrified cat, that was now fighting aggressively to be let go, but I refused. Without showing one sign of fear, anxiety, or any emotion at all, I exited the house which was now truly abandoned.

I winced every now and then, due to the smell that burned the inside of my nostrils. I wouldn't even bother to call for help, all I needed was my cat to move on with life, I couldn't care less if that house burned to the ground. Those memories mean nothing to me. And I could also just get a new journal somewhere else.

I had no idea where I was walking to, but I kept on going. I held only my cat in my arms and i only had my PJs on:

a tank top and short shorts which didn't fit the winter season at all.

Many people gave me looks, but I was use to that. Besides it was a nightly routine after all, right…?

Without realizing it, I soon found myself in an alley sitting alone, cradling my precious cat. Sooner of later, I heard sirens and saw fire trucks out of the corner of my eye, they're too late… why would they waste their time…? They have families to get to anyway.

The outside world was quite entertaining as I began to pay more attention to it. It was easy to overhear conversations of the loud adults, I could pick up on when each one would lie, and thus the world lost my trust even more than before. I'd hear the occasional drunk walk by, it was impossible not to their laughing and shouting was irritating. I hid and scrambled further into the alley, to get away from the sounds. It didn't help at all though; I stood up and began to think of where I would be staying now along with Yorokobi.

I didn't know anyone, so it was impossible to go to their house.

Before I realized It, I soon began to walk again. My surroundings seemed familiar, but I couldn't recall them at all. Soon after, I found myself in front of someone's house, standing on their doorway. I kept telling myself to move and go somewhere else, but my body refused to listen to me and before I knew it …

KNOCK … KNOCK…

Okay~ Well it's pretty predictable wat happens next, but meh -.- I couldn't think of how to start the story haha, yeah it's kinda rushed but HEY would u rather it be rushed? Or have like 3 chapters of the lifeless Rin? … That's wat I thought :P