Secrets And Scars

Chapter 1- It Started With A Girl And Her Gun

This is my first story, yes my first story is a fanfic, so don't judge me if it's bad. Honestly I wasn't even going to write this but I have an rp group and someone had the awesome idea of making a fanfic for you guys so we're all doing this (I made it so that it was about Psycho though because we thought it'd be funny since she said that we could use her in any of our stories 'however we want'. (She never goes back on her word so >v<)

***I DO NOT OWN OHSHC***

WARNING: THERE ARE A LOT OF SELF HARM SCENES BUT NO TRIGGER WARNINGS. READ WITH CAUTION AND IF THERE IS A POINT WHERE SKYE IS ALONE AND REALLY UPSET THERE THAT'S USUALLY ABOUT AS MUCH OF A WARNING THERE WILL BE.

**Skye is a bit of a bitch most of the time (even she says it so don't jump me for saying that) so if you think I'm being rude just know when I write I write as if I'm that person.**

One last thing before we get started, Mommy (her name's Alessandra, if you read our account's bio you know why we call her Mommy but you can call here Alessa, Alessandra, or Mommy) wrote a story called 'Just Let Me Say Sorry', it's about Skye's disorders and why she is the way she is (she got permission from Psycho to write it). If it hits 100 views Psycho(Skye) has to eat without purging for one month and another week for every 10 views after the initial 100. I don't now how she got her to make that deal but please make the goal reached. Read it yourself, get friends to read it, do whatever you need to please. Thanks guys. All I know though is that if she doesn't hit the goal by a certain date then she has to delete the story.
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Skye's P.O.V

My flight finally landed. It's good to be back in Japan. America was great but that boarding school was just not what I wanted to stay in any longer than I had to. I know things happened here in the past but that doesn't matter. New look, new life. No one knows me at Ouran Academy so I'll start with a new school. I know that I ran from my past but I can't help but wonder if he ever think about me. What am I thinking? Of course he doesn't. No one ever does. Why would they?

The sounds of the commoners in the airport roar through my ears and cause a migraine to begin to form in my head. There's nothing wrong with being near commoners so don't get me wrong. I'm just not a people person. I like to stay inside by myself so I don't interact with anyone much. Well... or really ever. At least, not anymore.

I know what you might be thinking (yes I broke the 4th wall but I don't care, so shut up). Why would I be in an airport instead of taking a private jet? The same reason I worked my ass off to afford a ticket. I'm bullheaded and don't believe in indulging myself in luxuries just because I can like other rich people do. Yes I use my wealth but I like to earn things as much as possible.

I had shipped all my stuff over to my mansion so I didn't have to struggle with all of my stuff and yes that's what I had to work so hard to afford. I took a deep breath, pushing away all the memories trying to enter my mind, and walked out of the main entrance and onto the busy streets of the town I used to know. It didn't take long to get a taxi and soon enough I was on my way. The driver seemed to be very shocked as he pulled up to my manor and let me out.

"Visiting?" The old man said with a chuckle in a deep raspy voice.

"No," I said politely with no expression on my face or in my voice, "I live here."

"Didn't know the rich rode in old beat up taxis." He said with another small laugh, followed by a couple of muffled coughs, and finally with that he left coughing a bit more with a trail of black smoking behind him.