Prologue

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"Get the fuck in your room now you ungrateful brat!" my mother screams, grabbing at my shoulders and using her full force to shove me into my small cupboard like room. I topple over with a loud shriek, bashing my head on the floor, red locks splayed out across the wooden ground. I let out agonising sobs as a call for help, but my mother shows no remorse and just slams the door violently, the sound of the lock clicking filling my ears.

You may be thinking, what a violent start to a story. Well, that's just my life. My awful, awful life.

My name is Yaeko Jinnouchi, and I'm the Ultimate Outfit Creator. My Ultimate title infuriates my parents, because being an Ultimate means you're better than most, and my parents hate people who are better than them, explaining the three years of abuse they're made me live through. 

Believe me, I have been planning my escape for ages now, and today seems like the perfect time to initiate my plan. I'm twenty years old, and I've been locked in my room of my parents' messy bungalow for most of the time I've been here. The only time I've been allowed out is to shower (in cold water) and eat one small meal a day. They're even generous enough to let me have a small window for sunshine. 

I miss all my friends. Especially Kazuichi Souda, my childhood best friend. Jeez...my parents made me move away from him just so I could be miserable. I should've never revealed to my parents that I'm an Ultimate. They took me away from my hometown, Osaka. 

I take a glance in my body length mirror, the only thing in my bedroom other than my bed, a dusty mattress laying on the floor with a raggedy sheet. My red hair is messy and clumped and my beanie is untidy on my head. I take a moment to fix it while looking at all the scars embedded in my skin, leaving disgusting marks. I used to be so beautiful. 

Until my stupid parents  decided to treat their only daughter like shit instead of being grateful for having such a talented child.

A sudden anger washes over me. Hatred towards my parents. I don't even know if I can call them parents. They don't deserve the title. I'll just call them man and woman. I can't let them take control of my life anymore. They've used me as a pawn for so long. Too long.

I won't tolerate this anymore. 

I'm getting out of here, and fleeing to Kazuichi's apartment. Its quite a long way away, but I have to get there by tomorrow morning. Hopefully he allows me to move in. 

I look around my room for anything to bring, but then I realise the only things I have are the clothes I've been wearing for the last couple of years. They're a little tight and very dirty, my poor flannel shirt and beaten down joggers. My dad burnt all the outfits I put effort into creating. 

I see my small, in reach window amongst the black, murky walls covered in dust and mildew. I smile to myself, then remember that the window has no handle. However, I refuse to give up. The sound of glass breaking shouldn't faze my parents right? I can hear the TV buzzing from my room. 

I swing my fist at the glass multiple times, hissing at the pain, yelping at times. The blood seeps through the broken shards that outline an escape, but I don't care. My parents can suck my balls. I get rid of any excess glass and push it outside, then crawl through the tight space. 

Once my feet hit the floor, I waste no time and sprint for dear life. I have no idea where I'm heading. It's been so long since I've been outside. It feels refreshing to be hit with the cool night air. 

The small houses become a blur and I continue to dash towards no particular destination, shoes crunching on the gravel with every step I take. I carry on running, breathing pattern steady, in, out, in, out. My heart is racing at a million miles per hour and I have to clutch onto my beanie to keep it secure on my head. 

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