Hey I'm back. So this story will have several genres. For example it'll be dark but funny and stuff. I just write what flows out of me.
MUS1CFR34K: Amu! Disclaimer please.
Amu: what if I don't do it?
MUS1CFR34K: I'll let Ikuto take you to a room, just the two alone. And let Ikuto be in charge :)
Amu: you wouldn't
MUS1CFR34K: Watch me. Oh Iku...!
Amu: fine I'll do it! Just don't call Ikuto. MUS1CFR34K does not own Shugo Chara only the plot line.
Amu's POV
I walked to the park after school like I usually do after school everyday. When I arrive to the park I sit on the swings and set an alarm for 6:30 so I can start walking home. I start swinging on the swing and forget everything. I don't like being home because it reminds me of what happens there when I'm home. I guess I should tell you guys more about me.
My mom died when I was 11 years old in a car crash. We were on our way to my track meet. This dumbass drive missed a stop sign and they hit my mom's side. I was in the passenger seat but all I got was a broken arm while my mom died instantly. I always blamed myself. I stayed in my room for a whole month not talking to anyone and barely eating anything. It was that until Utau made me go outside.
Flashback
Im laying in bed. Something I do a lot these days. I was hugging the purple bear hugging a pink heart. My mom had gotten me this bear two weeks before the accident. She said it reminded her of us because her favorite color was purple and the bear was purple and since my hair was pink the pink heart reminded her of me. It the most precious thing I own. I was hugging the bear and staring blankly at the wall when the door suddenly slammed opened.
"HINAMORI AMU GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT DAMN BED BEFORE I DRAGGED OUT MYSELF!" Utau screamed as she entered the room. I put my face on the pillow and mumbled, "I don't feel like it."
Next thing I knew my blanket was pulled off of me and Utau made me look up. She looked me directly in the eyes and told me the one thing that made me get out of bed.
"Amu, I'm pretty sure that your mom would not have wanted you to mope around for years over her death. She would have wanted you to move along. You're mom wouldn't want you to be sad all the time."
With those three sentences I got out of bed, took a shower, and went outside
End of Flashback
Everything went back to normal for about two weeks but then my dad changed completely. He didn't get over the fact that my mom was dead so he started drinking. Drinking to forget my mom, to forget all the pain he felt. He started coming home late and drunk, sometimes even with a girl. He wouldn't acknowledge me for a week. Then one day i tried telling him to stop.
Flashback
I'm in my room doing homework when I heard glass breaking. Immediately I thought someone was breaking in so I grabbed the bat under my bed and slowly started walking down the stairs. Then I saw my dad with a beer bottle in his hand. Out of nowhere he throws the bottle in his hands to the floor and goes get another bottle.
"Dad stop drinking it's not good for you," I told him as i started walking to him and tried taking the bottle from him. Biggest mistake in my dad threw me to the floor.
"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU BITCH YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED MIDORI! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT SHE'S DEAD! WHY COULDN'T BE YOU?!" He screamed at me and threw the beer bottle at me. I tried blocking it with my arms but all the pieces went inside my arms and legs since I was wearing shorts. My dad walked out and slammed the door and drove off. I cleaned the glass of the floor and took the glass out of my arms and legs and cleaned it out.
End of Flashback
That was the first time my father ever hurt me. Before my mom died, he was the nicest guy ever. He would never lay a hand on me and he even called me his "little sparrow". All that I knew about my father changed after the accident. He beats me up almost everyday. If I get something wrong the beatings are longer and more painful. I buy almost 3 bottles of concealer to hide the bruises. No one knows what happens at home, not even Utau. I fake my smile everyday at school. No one suspects of what my father does to me.
My alarms sounds at 6:30 indicating that t=I better get home soon or else. As I walk my usual way home I notice that the streets is under construction so it means I'll have to take the long way. I start running home, taking the long way home.
When I got home 25 minutes later, I noticed my father's car was in he driveway. Shit, shit, shit!
I quietly open the door to find the living room empty. I let out a breath I wasn't even aware I was hold and start going up the stairs. When I pass my father's room on my way to my room and hear very unpleasant sounds. I throw up in my mouth and keep walking to my room. At least he's distracted right now.
okay so i know, two flashbacks and maybe not what you expected. i tried the best i could so please any criticism allowed as long as it helps me make the story better. hope yall enjoys. bye!