The Beauty Of The Broken

It would be better this way...

~ sorry for long time between updates... I will update more now. I have found time. Anyway onto the story.~

-your pov when you were 6-

"Y/n!! Where are you??" A angry female voice shouts. I walk into the kitchen and await what I had coming.

My mom was always angry if I had done something wrong or even right. And if I did it right she expected it to be extravagant.

"What did I tell you about talking to boys?" She snatched me by the arm and took me outside. I already knew what was gonna happen.

I had been with this boy I don't remember his name. But he was cute. I had went out to see the Rockbell family before we moved away. And there happened to be a very cute boy. But I had fallen into a mud puddle and ruined my dress I was wearing... but he was nice and helped me. I stayed long enough for the Rockbell's to clean my dress so I wouldn't be yelled at.

"Don't talk to them." I said softly and she smacked me. She had an angry look on her face.

"Then don't talk to them! They lie and cheat! And they break you down!" She pushed me towards the shed. Everytime I get yelled at I have to sleep in the shed... and it is always cold.

I never did like it in here... no one to talk to... no one to lean on... and no food or a bed to sleep on. I am always alone...

-8 years old-

My mom is sick and she can't leave the bed. So I go shopping and cook the food. I get salad steak and pizza. Ugh pizza is the bomb.

Since mom can't leave or really talk to anyone I get to go to dad's grave. She never did like dad. But he's my dad so... I have to respect him.

Everyone says my mom killed him... I sadly believe it. And if she didn't physically then she made him do it. I wonder what he was like. It would have been nice to meet him.

On my way from the store I stop by his grave. I look at the stone. 'Vincent L/n' I put my flowers down and I look up at the sky.

"Hey dad. If you're listening... can you kill mom?" I look back down at the grave. "I mean... she's suffering anyway... it would be better if she died now." I start walking away. "It would be a lot better if she died now."

-three days later-

"Thanks dad." A tear went down my face and I walked out the house. I wanted nothing to do with that house. So I drew a big circle I had learned by my teacher and put my energy into it. And it went in flames. Flames remind me of flower petals. So soft looking but yet so sharp. Flowers that catch your eyes and draw them near.

I smile and walk away. "The house that killed me." I whisper and I walk to teachers house.

She seemed in a frantic. She was scared and running around.

"Y/n help me. You have to. It's my husband. He died... I can't let him. Help! You have to." She shook me and I stared blankly at her. I nodded and she drew a circle.

"I'm ready when you are teacher." I looked at her as she was crying. She nodded and we both put our hands on the circle and watched as the room filled up with lights and then smoke.

Then darkness.

And I saw him... my father... my mother... and what looked like a boy with my face and hair color... maybe he was my brother...

It was everything in seconds. My mother's death... my father's death... and the boys death... he had to be my brother. He just had to be. Maybe that's why I don feel whole. I feel empty. Or is it cause I never had parents that loved me.

And then... it all faded and I watched myself slowly dissolving. Started with my right hands fingers. But I woke up.

Is this real?

Am I alive?

I looked for my teacher but only her clothes were left. I went to get up and I almost passed out because I saw my hand.

My fingers... they are gone...

I ran to the Rockbells and I soon blacked out. I couldn't breathe. It was that moment I realized I was alive but dead.

I had nothing left. No parents no home no friends... no one and nothing.

-14 years old-

I had got a job that I could keep for a year. At least I didn't have to cook meals and sell them on the streets anymore. Or go to the library and read kids stupid books.

I am tired of running around for money to keep my apartment. I can hardly even get around as it is. While babysitting this last time I had jumped to catch a kid from a tree and I landed with my legs straight. (Not a good idea btw sadly I did jump and land with my legs straight... i was trying to show of to a cosplayer of Edward) I had torn both my ligaments in my right knee. (Very painful)

So I have to take it easy for a while. I got a job to teach kids alchemy. Since I know almost every alchemy I decided to help teach. I wanted to be like my teacher.

She was always kind. And she really did help me learn my basics. Every circle must contain an element and a factor. The factor tells the element to react in a way you want. It's basically the way of life. But you have to have the equal amount of components to complete the equation. So it's equivalent exchange. Really simple.

I'm planning on trying to become a state alchemist soon. At least try. I doubt I'll make it. But the thing is. How will I tell people I don't need a circle. My students keep asking. I just tell them it's a secret hidden in the truth. And everyday I tell them never do human transmutations. Or they will die...