Kitsune Chronicles :P

Part 1: Parting ways

So if your here you probably want to read my crappy story and I truly thank you honestly (that was a lie) So let's start...
My name is Kitsune.... Yea there's no last name my parents never cared about me so let's go on... I was born into the world at Tokyo, sadly my parents hated me since I was born. My mother had died during my birth, she was beautiful. My siblings tell me I looked exactly like her but I've seen pictures, she looked nothing like me I'm ugly, I'm useless, the world would've been better off without me. After my mother died, I was forced to live with my father. For the first years of my life I've almost died twelve times...(thanks dad). It was my first birthday and since my mother died, my father collected her insurance money and blew it on himself and never once thought, oh my daughter hasn't eaten in a week so I should buy her food.
So back to the birthday story, I was sitting at the table waiting for my cake so I could blow out the candles (I love blowing things....wait I'm spoiling the story oops) So my cake finally arrived and I was anxious to have a piece so as my aunts started putting in the candles my father walked in the room and took out a lighter. My cake was ready now to light the candles, so my father reached closer towards me and instead of lighting the cake he set my hand on fire. My aunts rushed to put it out but my cousin Takahiro who at the time was six, lashed out at him with the blade used to cut the cake, my father suffered three stab wounds all in the right arm. As my hand finally was extinguished I watched as my uncles threw him out but, the look my father gave me before he left resembled truly what hate was. At this time in my life I
envy that monstrous hate that my father contained inside.
Honestly I never hated him. I took the lantern out of his darkness the day I was born. Ever since her death he never looked at other women, he never again watched porn, yea my cousins said that he had an addiction even when my parents were dating. But really disregarding all I said before, I really wanted that hate my father had so I could be strong after all in this world only two major emotions exist, hate and love.
As me and my father separated I lived with my aunt Kitsutsuki (yea the name is weird but it meant woodpecker in Japanese). She was at least maybe five foot three inches but god damn she had a huge badonkadonk (I'm talking that anaconda type). She's a great person really, I remember once when I was six and she had a boyfriend come over, that night changed my life. It was maybe 7:30 and I was hungry but I warn my self "Don't ask for food you little whore" I tell myself (I had a colorful vocabulary). So as I sat starving I drew a fox because they were my favorite animals, then I hear my aunt come in the room with a plate of steamed dumplings. Now usually I don't eat take out but I was allergic to what she had cooked, tentacle soup (ewwwww). Her boyfriend asked for some soup, and as she took all the food out and set up table moments later we sat there talking. "So how old are you" he asked, I stare at him motionless. I wasn't much of a speaker when I was small. "She's not feeling good right now, isn't that right kitty?". I absolutely loved when she called me kitty, it made me feel like I was needed somewhere. I nodded my head and smiled and both he and she smiled, this was the last time I'd hear my aunt call me kitty however. A few minutes passed and there was banging at the door. Earlier that day I heard my aunt talking about how my father came out of prison but I didn't believe her, I refused to believe her, he hated me and to him I was an obstacle of him getting revenge. The banging continues to which I hear a lock break... The door suddenly kicks open and knocks down a vase and I see that my greatest threat is back for round two. "Why the fuck are you here" my aunt screams as she runs to the door, "I came for my daughter!". At this time I noticed he was holding a knife in his hand and he looked like he meant business, but I sat back stupidly and watched as he forced my aunt to the ground. Her boyfriend ran into the room quickly but at the same time was quickly put down, a clean slash to the neck is what he went to heaven with. As his blood leaked everywhere I watched envious, but why? I should be strong like him but I'm not heartless enough to kill someone (at least that's what I thought). My aunt lied there on the ground crying, she was next to suffer the same fate as her boyfriend. In my head I thought "am I next?". He walked incredibly slow and repeatedly uttered the word "kill". He stood over me and told me to say goodbye to life and one half of me accepted this fate but my other half lunged and took the knife out of his hand. Now the tides were on my side, he punched me in the face with all the force in the world so I tumbled down but I held on to the blade. As he stood over readying another hit I got up with enough speed to thrust the blade in his chest. He stood there looking down at me with sorrowful eyes but I didn't care, I slashed and slashed until his chest was hanging. He fell down leaking blood but he had enough strength to say "Die in hell you devil bitch", to which I reply "you first" and I ended his life there. The police eventually came due to the noise complaint and found my aunt and her boyfriend both dead with a slash to the neck and they found me sitting on my dead father, with a knife stuck in his forehead and me playing with his hair (he had beautiful ginger colored hair that was soft and amazing, thankfully I inherited it but I'm still not perfect like he was).
After that incident I was put in another foster family in Tokyo but they were good people but I was a bad apple. So I continued my life to this day I'm fifteen ( ^ω^ ) and life couldn't fucking suck more (but I suck more....dang did it again...). Ahh I was told life is a gift but this was a gift I'd pass on any day because after all I hated my existence and my existence hated me...........(yea I'm done now)
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