you're my obsession

Chapter 1

[~•~Amu's view~•~]

"What is the sense of living...." I muttered to myself as I looked at my empty glass of Whisky.

Is it money?

Is it Love?

Is it Family?

Is it friendship?

I started running my fingers over the edge of the glass. Suddenly the glass got grabbed out of my hand and a new one filled with whisky was placed in front of me.

"There is no real sense of living"

I looked up to see the barkeeper. It was a boy in about my age. He had shaggy brown hair and electric green eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked while taking a sip of my drink.

"There isn't a real sense for what a human lives. Everyone needs to find out what they live for" he explained with grin.

I grinned back "I'm rich..." I muttered quietly. He looked at me surprised.

"I'm just 18 years old and I'm rich...I'm going to go to the best college here in Tokyo in a few days and I have dozens of men running after me...."

"But?" He asked.

"I want my life to just end now..."

"Why?" He asked surprised.

"Even thought it seems like I have everything I have nothing....I have no family...no friends.... no one to love..." I muttered while talking another sip.

The barkeeper looked at me with a loom of pity, before he offered me his hand.

"Hello...I'm Kukai. Now you made a friend" he said with a goofy like grin.

I looked at him surprised before I snickered. I paid for all my drink before I said "if we meet again, I believe we can become friends" I muttered before I got out of the bar and walked home.

I had problems walking and keeping my feets lined up. Every time I try stepping forward they steep to the side. But no one around me cared.

My Mama told me a long time ago that I should see the good side of every person. But a while ago I noticed that all human are monster.

The funeral of my parents as everyone wanted to just see who would inherit what. As the people fought about my custody just so they get part of the money my parents inherited to me.

The students in school who were bullying me just because I looked different with my Pink hair and honey golden eyes.

My foster parents who didn't give a fuck about me as I cut myself or drunk till I just saw black.

Even the people here on the street who didn't care how I get home. Even thought I walk around in just a short dress, pumps and long gloves. Even thought it's obviously that I'm drunk no one wants to help me.

Everyone is just thinking about themselves and their status. No one wants to bother with what other people are doing or feelings.

I'm all alone. Living alone with no one around anymore. It's so lonely. So cold. There is no one who could make my life warm and comfortable.

But I didn't care anymore. I don't care if I life or die.

I walked into a dark aleway. It was a shortcut to my penthouse. My head started to feel dizzy. I leaned against the cold hard wall to rest a little.

If I would faint here...would someone come and help me? Probably not. I would just die here. I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker while my vision became more blurry.