Hey guys, it's Anya! I'm glad so many people have been reviewing and favoriting this story! ^__^
It's awesome to know that I can have so much fun writing and then entertain others in the process. Any who, this story is pretty serious/sad so I don't really want to try to make jokes and all in those weird chat things before I start my stories. But this story is for entertainment, and I practically eat this stuff up like a kitten eats tuna, so I hope that you guys all enjoy it. Also, I got a tad teary eyed when writing this (not crying, but I thought it was sad) and I hope that it touches you the way that it touched me (hehe... I wrote it, too... .). So enjoy!

*WARNING*
Chapter contains mild language. Nothing too extreme, just the b word and the d word (I believe that's it). Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Amu-san, it's time to wake up." My foster mother told me coldly, she closed the door and left without another word.

I arose from my unsatisfying sleep. My pink hair was completely unkempt and my eyes, which were the color of honey, were looking unnaturally dull that morning. I got up and changed into my school uniform. I had to wear a black blazer, a pink tie, a pink plaid skirt, and a pair of black dress shoes to school. Trying to fit the personality I designed for myself years ago, I spiced up my uniform a bit. My shirt was always untucked and my blazer was never buttoned up. I also wore a single-row studded belt diagonally across my waist and a black belt beneath my studded belt that rested on my waist normally; both belts were worn over my skirt and shirt so that they would show. I also wore a pair of pink plaid leggings that matched my skirt and were worn so that they were bunched up over my shoes. The last thing I did was pin a pink armband around my right bicep and over my blazer, it made my uniform look a lot different and made me look a lot more creative.

I went over to the mirror in my room and brushed out my tangled hair. To change my plain and boring style I grabbed a piece of my hair that was on the top right side and pulled it into a ponytail which I clipped with a pink X-shaped clip. Everything else stayed the same as it always did.

I flipped open my black cell phone and opened up the weather application I downloaded when I first bought it. It said that today would be seven degrees Celsius, and as for the forecast… My heart almost skipped a beat when I saw the picture. The picture had a little gray cloud with water drops falling below it. That's right; today it was going to rain!

Without another thought, I grabbed my clear umbrella and shoved it into my backpack. I almost ran out the door when I realized that I had completely forgotten something. Once again I flipped open my phone and went to the calendar application I downloaded almost first thing when I received my phone. It said that today was April 14th. In other words, it was the anniversary of that day.

"Amu-san," My foster mother yelled up at me from downstairs. "Get your butt down here! I don't have all damned day!"

"Hai," I called down the stairs.

I never really seemed to understand why my foster mother was so bitter. My foster mother, Fujibayashi Ryuu, was a middle-aged woman in her early fifties. She had pale brown hair that was always put up in a bun and dark brown eyes. Her forehead was slightly wrinkled from always having an angry expression, and her cheeks had slightly caved in due to old age.

"Bye-bye, Ami, Mama," I wasn't talking to my real family. I was speaking to a photograph. The photograph was from a little over seven years ago. In it was me back when I was six years old, when I still had my hair up in small pigtails. My mother was also in it, at the time of the photograph she had been pregnant with my little sister, whom we decided to call Ami. At the time of the photograph, my father had also been included. He was still in the photograph; however, I had placed a sticker of a bunny head over his face.

"Amu!" My foster mother screamed again.

"I'm coming!" I took one last sorrowful look at the photograph and ran downstairs to my foster mother who was still in an angry mood.

My mother and little sister died exactly seven years ago. Seven years ago was the same day that my sister, Ami, was supposed to be brought into this world. On that day, both the lives of my little sister and my mother were taken. I missed them dearly, and I wish that they both could have made it through in the end.

Of course, my father was still alive. At least, he was technically alive. To me, my father was no better than a dead person. When my mother and little sister died, my father practically broke down. I can remember it like it was yesterday…

"Papa, are you okay?" My father had just come home late from work. I had heard the door open, so I came out of my room and stood at the top of the stairs to greet him like my mother used to do. He was staggering back and forth as he walked up the stairs, and his words were slurred around.

My father bent over and put his hands on my shoulders. He looked into my eyes and raised his voice so it was just beneath yelling, "Give them back! Give my wife and my daughter back! You…"

"Papa, what's wrong?" I was both scared and confused.

He began shaking me back and forth, and his grip on my shoulders became tighter and tighter. "Give them back, you bitch! Give them back!" He was now yelling, and my heart leapt in fear as each word was spewed from his mouth.

"Papa, it hurts!" I could feel my eyes filling up with tears as he shook me back and forth. I tried so hard not to cry, but I could not help but let out a few whimpers here and there. "Papa, please stop! Papa, why are you acting like this?"

My father stopped shaking me and he looked into my eyes. His stare was filled with anger and loneliness. His arms began to shake and his eyes filled up with tears. He gripped my shoulders tightly again and he yelled, "You're not Midori! You're not Ami! Give them back!"

"Papa!" That was the last thing I could let out before my father thrust me down the stairs. I tumbled and tumbled, it felt as though it would never end. I slammed against the wall near the bottom of the stairs. This is when I let it out. Tears streamed out of my eyes and I continued hiccupping and whining. "Papa… I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I cried out. I hoped that if he heard my apology he would stop.

"Shut up!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, making my heart want to jump out of my chest. "Shut up you bitch!"

My father charged down the stairs. I had never seen him so angry before. In fact, I had never seen him angry before. My father was the carefree, do-whatever-you-want parent. My mother was the only one who got angry, and even then she never got angry, only frustrated. I was so confused. I had no idea why my father was acting so abusive, and I just wanted him to get better. Nothing was making sense to me.

My entire body was sore from my fall, though nothing seemed to be broken. My father was screaming and yelling curse words as he came up to me. He began to kick me as I lied there weeping.

"I want Midori! I want Ami! Where are they? I want my wife back! I want my daughter back!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Papa," I screamed at him, trying to make him listen. I had no idea what my father had been acting the way he had, all I knew was that I wanted him to be the father that I knew and loved. "I'm your daughter! I'm right here! Stop it, Papa!"

There was a large banging on the front door. It was our neighbor, Kawashima-san, and she did not sound happy at all. "Hinamori-san," She yelled. "What are you doing in there? Why are you and Amu-chan screaming?"

I realized that my father was going to stay crazy unless he got help. I figured the only way to help him was to use an outside source. "Help, Papa is—"

"Shut up!" Papa screamed, giving me one last kick.

I heard a crack. This time I screamed at the top of my lungs. It hurt so much, the pain continued to flow and the tears wouldn't stop flowing. All I could remember was the door breaking in and then the husband of Kawashima-san ran in and tackled my father. Kawashima-san had been trying to talk to me, but my consciousness was slowly fading away. All I could hear was muffles and screams.

It turned out that I was hurt worse than I had thought. My left leg and right arm were both broken, and I was bruised all over. I also had a minor concussion in my head from slamming against the wall after I fell down the stairs. I was in the hospital for a long time, and once I was able to leave, the admitted me into a foster home. That's when I began living with Fujibayashi Ryuu, my foster mother.

Growing up was hell, and I was always being lectured about how much of a disgrace I was as a young lady. However, no matter how many times I was lectured, I was never once hit. My foster mother absolutely refused to abusively lay a finger on me. Sometimes she would grab me and drag me along with her, but she never put anything greater than a small sore on me.

"I swear," My foster mother began her morning lecture. "The way you get ready is slower than a snail with a brain injury."

"Sorry, Ryuu-san," My foster mother preferred that I called her Ryuu-san, and nothing else. I didn't mind calling her Ryuu-san; it was a lot better than being forced to call her Mother or Mama.

"Saying sorry won't make up for your slowness this morning." Ryuu-san continued her lecture, which despite the fact that most people would find it irritating, I found it comforting. Ryuu-san only lectured me because she cared, and the feeling that she cared made me feel like I was actually wanted in the world for once.

Although I knew that I had to leave that behind. Love and affection were two things that I promised to never show again. When my father broke down seven years ago, I realized something important. It may have taken me awhile to realize it, but I eventually realized that the human heart was so easy to break. Things like love and affection were so easily broken down. The bonds which we found to be so strong could be dissolved with something as simple as a death or, like my father as I found out later on, alcohol. While the bonds are made we find ourselves so happy, but once these bonds are broken insane sadness will captivate the people involved.

"Ryuu-san," I found myself speaking in an apathetic way ever since the incident with my father. I thought that if I had an apathetic attitude and acted indifferent to everything, then I wouldn't have to worry about making those weak bonds with others. "I have to run an errand after school, so I may be home late, okay?"

As strict as Ryuu-san was, she never really got involved with me. She always told me that I should become an independent woman and stand on my own two feet. According to Ryuu-san, I was thirteen already, so I should be learning how to fend for myself.

"Try to make it back before dark," Ryuu-san told me. "I don't want you running into weird perverts on your way home."

"Thank you, Ryuu-san."

Today was the seven year anniversary. I planned on making two stops today after school. My first stop would be my mother's grave and Ami's grave. Afterwards I would go to that spot, the spot where it all began.