Warning: Contains all types of abuse, so please bear with me.
Seriously, she was sleeping on me again. The shock must have affected her pretty badly. I needed to know more about this guy, meaning that I would have to read her journal in her box. Gen helped me get her to bed, her chest rising up and down. Turning on an oil lamp, I pulled out her black box of memories. Digging around, a red journal met my gaze, my hands trembling slightly. The binding creaked open, the first entry was horrifying. Gen waved me goodbye, leaving me to my lonesome.
January 4,
Today my sister died from falling over the glass railing while taking a selfie. Everyone thinks I did it, but I didn't. Guilt rots me from the inside from not saving her at all. She refused to take my hand, saying that I was nothing more than an ant on this Earth. It sucks being adopted to such a family.
The moment I got home from the police station, my father laid his hand on me. He whipped me several times, punched me in the gut, and tied me to a radiator. He called the school saying that I won't be in for a few days. Life sucks.
The breath was sucked out of me, that explained the bruises. Fury boiled in my veins, my emotions clouding my judgment. Breathing deeply, I flipped the page. My hand covered my mouth at what I read.
January 14,
He finally let me eat something, and let me free from the radiator. The beatings have been relentless. He is now touching me inappropriately, using threats of hurting my mother to keep me in place. How I wish she had never married him. Luckily, it was winter so long sleeves didn't look weird. He bought me a foundation to cover the bruises on my face.
The students called me murderer all day long, trying to corner me. The most popular girl threw me into a locker slamming the door shut. No one came for hours, tears flowed from my eyes. Finally a janitor set me free, the principal tapping her foot angrily. My father loomed behind her, his angry green eyes boring into me. I ended up getting suspended for two weeks. I have to hide you for now.
Holy shit! No wonder she was trembling in front of me that first day, and hated crowds. She stirred behind me, but turned to face the wall. Feeling extra jumpy, I turned to the next page. My stomach felt nauseous at the next one.
February 1,
Sorry it has been so long. He has been raping me for the past few weeks until I am sore. The school still won't let me back, leaving me to his mercy. The beatings are getting worse, but the moment my mother gets home it is like magic. He forces me to hide everything from her. She works double shifts to feed us, so she is hardly around. I don't want to live anymore. I am scared my mom is visiting her sister in New York. I begged her to take me, but she refused. Of course, I had to pretend that it was all okay. The moment she left, he handcuffed me to the radiator and whipped me again. This time he used a spiked whip, my skin is raw and bleeding. My clothes are crusty with dry blood, my lips dry from thirst. Please just kill me already.
My hand gripped the book tightly, its muscles aching. How was she so nice and decent? My mind flashed through all of her sad smiles. Swallowing some vomit, the next page protested with me. Blood splatters covered the pages.
March 3,
The school finally let me back, although I am not sure that is not a blessing. He rapes me now twice a day, starves me when my mother is on her shifts. My wrists are raw from the handcuffs. I would call the cops, but he is the police chief. How can you call the cops if your enemy is the cops? The whipping never stops, he is a sadistic bastard.
I spit in his face today, but I really shouldn't have done that. He bent me over and raped me all night long. My mother is starting to notice the weight loss, she talked to me about eating disorders. I simply nodded along, his eyes watching me.
Anyways the popular girls taunted me, writing murderer on my locker. She dumped her lunch on me, hit herself. The principal called my father and said that I am starting fights. As if I had the strength. At least science is there to keep me alive for now. I can't take it anymore.
Hatred burned in my eyes, her body shifting behind me. I was tempted to slam the book shut, but I had to read on. Iron exploded in my nose, blood soaking the page.
May 24,
Today is my birthday, alas it doesn't feel like it. He stabbed me today after I refused to let him touch me. I thought I was going to die, but he tossed me some wire and a stitch hook. He at least locked me in my room, with a belt or two. Biting down on the leather, I stitched about twenty stitches. Using the scissors he left me, I cut the wire. Cautiously, I slid them underneath my mattress. My side is screaming, my mind just praying to God that I make it. I just need to survive another year.
He kicked in my door, holding his whip. Like an obedient dog, I let him whip me for each year of my life. After he punched my stitches, threatening to pop them. He called me out sick again, a fever running through my body. An infection was coursing through me, struggling to my feet, I stumbled to my mother's spare nurses' bag. My hand wrapped around the thick binder of her medical book. My trembling fingers flipped to the septic section of the book. If I got a hold of her antibiotics, I could save my life. Relief washed over me when I found a bottle in the bottom of the bag. I nearly threw up as the large pill slid down my throat. I should be fine in a week or so.
How the fuck was she still alive? Surely it was her cunning and quick wit. My mind needs to read more. Luckily the next page was stained from the previous page.
June 1,
He placed a rope around my neck on the beam in my bedroom, and kicked the chair out from underneath me. My mother rushed in, and cut me down. Anger and disappointment burned in her eyes as she threw me into the car with a bag. She told me that I was going to a different country, Japan I think. She had me take entrance exams in English, and then copied them into Japanese. Why couldn't she just let me die? Hopefully he won't find me there.
"What the fuck!" I shouted, waking up Britt. Her eyes widened with fear at the sight of her journal in my hand. Her face fell, embarrassment dimmed her energy. Messy hair covered her face, her eyes welling up. She was hiding something else, a strange fox tattoo on her wrist.
"I didn't want to tell you." She explained numbly, rubbing her arms. "That is why I showed up at your door. Honestly, I didn't want you to think less of me. I guess the petrification must have healed all of my scars." My gaze fell on the stone scar around her neck, not sure what to say.
"I would have thought you were stronger." I mumbled, my eyebrow cocking. "There is a ten billion chance that I would ha-" The door flew open, a six foot tall man with a black cloak burst in. His long black hair hung around his shoulders. His makeshift eye patch threw me off. Britt launched out of bed, and at him. I was not prepared for this.
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An Old Friend.
FanfictionSenku Ishagami meets a new friend after he comes back from his adventure around the world. She was his crush, and he was her hero. Follow them through their journey of romance and drama. She is rife with tragedy, a love meant for two star cross...
