Who am I

Parents

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Running to the kitchen with speed even I didn't know I have, the sound of the kettle became louder and clearer. The whistle mocking my forgetfulness.
I ran as fast as I could, yet I was too late. Most of the water had boiled away and now there was so little I couldn't even have a small cup.
Sighing, I remove the kettle and fill it with water, burning myself on the hot metal while I did. It was painful, but nowhere near the worst pain I have felt.
The house was peaceful as I waited. The only noise being the faint sound of the tv and the small flame heating the water. But that peace was quickly destroyed by the slamming of a door.
My parents were home.
I guess I won't be having tea then.
I watched my sister run towards them to greet them. Her footsteps, like an elephants, across the halls. The soft murmer of voices when she reached them. And then...
"KAZU KAMINARI!!!"
What did I do?
I heard my father walking down the hall like a man ready to kill.
"YOU BITCH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE WATER IS! HOW DARE YOU LET WATER GO TO WASTE!"
My parents are pathetic.
"I forgot the water was boiling"
"HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO ME! GO TO YOUR ROOM! I WILL BE TEACHING YOU A LESSON FOR YOUR ATTITUDE!!"
A silent nod as I walked past him, making my way upstairs to my simple room. The walls were a plain white with a shelf above my bed displaying my various ornaments. The bed was small. Light blue covers with a floral blue pillow lay on top, not a crease in sight. There was a petit polar bear plush lying in the corner. The light from the small window reflecting on its dark brown eyes making it look like it was staring. The window having small potted plants around it, with thin blue curtains doing little to block out the bright sun. A pine bookshelf stood next to the window displaying enough books it could but a library to shame. A small box sat alone on the middle shelf. The mahogany cube lined with patterns painted gold seemed out of place, yet brought the room together. A white, grey and blue carpet covered the dark wood floor, reaching from corner to corner. A cream wardrobe stood tall opposite the bookshelf, strong and sturdy, like nothing could break it. A mirror ran across its door, revealing my unusual appearance for my eyes to see.
I had long hair that divided in the middle. One half black and one half white. My eyes and pupils were the same colours, but on the opposite side. {Image at the start} It was really strange. My father had blond hair with green eyes, while my mother had pastel pink hair and yellow eyes. My sister looks a lot like them. With my fathers hair and mother's eyes, there is no doubting who her parents are. But I look nothing like them. My skin pale with bizarre monochrome features. I had often been asked if I was the child of Hisoki and Minako Kaminari. My mother had often been asked if she had cheated on my father. Both had been asked if I was adopted.
Because of me my parents didn't trust each other. They constantly argue and because of this my father, no, Hisoki turned to alcohol. He is often drunk after work. My mother and sister don't care but I do. He is a violent drunk who takes his anger out on the one who caused his frustration. Me.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs. They were not even and it sounded as though whoever it was had been drinking and was now struggling to not fall. Probably father.
He was coming to teach me a lesson.