Battle scars

Chapter 1

WARNING: I would just like to say that this story will have mentions of self harming, child abuse and maybe attempted suicide so please do not read it if you don't think you will like it.

The loud, echoing chime of the old grandfather clock rung out through the dark, lonely corridoors in the dusty, old victorian house as the young boy looked up and down the corridoor through a crack in between the wall and the door. After double checking that no one was around, he stealthily slipped through the small gap he had been looking out of before creeping silently down the long, dark corridoor that led to the posh staircase. It had golden hand rails and a red velvet-like carpet and somehow, even in the dark it looked beautiful. The gold shone in the dim light from his torch and the soft carpet muffled any sound he could of made as he headed around to the back of the house to go out the back door. After quietly unlocking the door, he slipped out of the house, into the cold, dark night. Heading towards the rose bush, he pulled a bag out before walking to the edge of the garden. Looking back out across the garden, he sighed.
"I wish I could stay but...this is the only way. You have terrorised me enough Isao but no more..." He murmered to his self, looking down at the scars on his wrists, some of them still quite recent before looking back out down the tree lined drive. This is it, he thought to his self, the day I escape hell and start a new, less torturous life.
"Well, here I go..." Yoshiki muttered, walking down the long concrete drive and exiting the premises through the tall, black and gold iron gates.
"I'm sorry Miki..." And with that, he started walking away without a backwards glance. Where am I going to go? He asked his self repeatedly whilst he walked. After  a few minutes of thinking, he remembered that there was an old orphanage on the other side of town and, as far as he knew, it was still open and running and so, he began walking through the center of town towards the orphanage. He reached the rickety, weathered building within half an hour before he realised what time it would be. He had left the house just gone midnight and seeing as it had taken him about half an hour to get here, he guessed that it would be around quarter to one in the morning.
"Screw this..." He mumbled, sitting down on the pavement outside the orphanage.

"Woa...We can't stop..."
Voices rung out as the train began to head straight towards the wall.
"Everyone, Please stay calm and please do not get out of your seats. We will fix this problem in no time." One of the members of staff assured the passengers. This was when everyone began to panic, thinking about all the bad things that could happen and about their children and families if the train didn't stop.
"You can not possibly expect us to just sit here hoping for the best!" One of the angry, worried passengers shouted
"Exactly, we have children on this train as well!" Another raging voice rang out.
"I'm sorry but there's nothing we can do! I assure you though, we are trying all we can!" A member of staff replied in a frantic voice.
"Well It obviously isn't working!" The passenger from before replied.
"Mummy! Daddy! Look!" A young girls voice rung out as her and another, slightly older girl came running towards their parents. Suddenly, the train colided with the wall as the sounds of metal crunching and rock crumbling filled the air. One girl still sat, breathing, alive and most of all, conscious however, there was no way for her help after all, she was a six year old girl, what could she do?
What could she do...?

"...No..!" Ayumi shouted, violently jolting awake suddenly due to yet another nightmare. Her nightmares had gotten worse since her older sister Hinoe had moved out but there wasn't much that she could do about that. As her body trembled and her brain rattled, she realised that there was probably no way she would get back to sleep and so, she quickly swung her legs over the side of her bed and walked quietly towards the window. Pushing the curtains aside, she opened the window, letting in the cool night air which was full of sounds of birds, cars and late night party goers. As she leant on the window, looking out as cars passed by slowly, she saw it, she saw him. His bleach blonde hair appeared to be streaked with the white coloured reflection from the full moon which hung low in the sky, shining brightly and illuminating the streets in a somewhat... beautiful way. He looked alone, afraid, almost...tormented, as if he had been abused, so much so that he was afraid to even look people in the eye.
"I should help him..." Ayumi mumbled to herself. Her more rational side said to just go back to sleep, it told her that he could easily be a murderer or a rapist or sonething along those lines but in the end, she ended up slipping on her shoes and a jacket and sneaking quietly down the stairs. After swiftly unlocking the door, she made her way outside and over to where the blonde boy sat.
Yoshiki hadn't been sat for too long when he heard footsteps walking up to him. He expected it to just be someone who would tell him to move or to go away so when he heard a girl's voice saying something different he was extremely surpsrised.
"Are you okay?" Ayumi asked. He looked up at her surprised before answering with a simple;
"Yeah I'm fine."
"You're not though. You've been sat here for ages, and you look frozen! Come on, follow me." Ayumi said to the boy, gesturing for him to follow her inside the orphanage.
"Why are you helping me?" Yoshiki asked curiously.
"You looked like you needed help, so I helped. I'm Ayumi Shinozaki by the way." Ayumi replied, introducing herself
"Oh...Yoshiki Kishinuma." Yoshiki replied to the shorter girl who stood before him. He wasn't sure what it was but there was something about this girl, something different, something that showed she cared. She wasn't like the rest, he could tell just by looking at her that she was different, special. He knew though, there must be some sort of story behind her caring nature and he was determined to hear that story...