Can A Broken Heart Heal?

Chapter 1: No more

"Run Misa, don't let them get you!" My mother shouted, before her head was blown off. My dad laying besides her, with two swords piercing his heart and throat. And now it was just me running for my life, trying to survive this cruel world that I lived in.

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I was sitting outside my porch, reading one of my favorite novels. It was sunny outside, only a few clouds visible. I was waiting for my parents to pack their stuff in the car, since we were going to Utah for winter break. I'm 16 years old, I have silver hair, and I have emerald eyes. Everyone says I have a natural look, that even without using make-up I'm so beautiful. Many Japanese model managers try to hire me, but I simply refuse for it's a waste of time. I don't see myself as a conceded person, all I want is to be normal. I don't want to be looked as a rich, beautiful, tall girl. I just want to fit in, but that will never be possible.
  
   It was 10' o clock in the morning, it was Thursday when we arrived. The view was amazing here. Snow covered every inch of trees, streets, houses, buildings, practically everything. I was amazed with this white beauty that surrounded me, it was different from what I expected. We headed to our house, which was practically a mansion. The mansion was a pearl color, and had 15 bedrooms. It contained 8 restrooms, 4 bathrooms, a jacuzzi room, 3 kitchens, a living room, a family room, a huge porch, a backyard with a tennis court, and an art studio for me. Most people would say that this house is a dream house, I say it's a waste of money. Why can't we just stay in an ordinary hotel, like ordinary people? "Misa is everything ok darling you seem disappointed, do you not like this house?" My mother said worriedly. "No the house is fine, I was just thinking about something that's all." I said. "Oh, well if everything is fine you should go unpack, we are leaving in a few minutes." Mother said. "Yes ma'am." I said as I headed upstairs. 'We just arrived here, now we are leaving. We can't even stay here for a long time, it's always work that gets in our way.' I thought to myself. It took me 10 minutes to unpack, I was pretty fast since I move a lot.

   I took my white scarf and went downstairs. "Right on time Misa, well shall we head out." Mother said. "We are we going this time father?" I said. "Hm, oh we're going out to eat." Father said. 'Waste of money, we have plenty to eat at the house.' I thought to myself. "My Lordship we have arrived." Said our butler Hanzo. "Finally, I am starving." Father said smiling. "Father why did we have to eat here? Can't we just eat in a normal restaurant?" I said annoyed. "Hahahaha, we are rich my dear no need to dine somewhere else." Father said. We went inside, as I expected other rich people were eating here. "Your table awaits lord." Hanzo said. "I'll have pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, hash brown, toast, and hot chocolate, please." I said. Yes for my age I would always eat a lot. "My, my you sure do eat like your father." Mother said giggling. Ten minutes passed and our food arrived. It may not seem expensive but it is, one pancake costs 20 dollars. Why? Because its made with the richest ingredients. We left an hour later, and arrived at a mall. My parents bought stuff they didn't need, while I bought art materials. "Darling don't you want to become an artist, and show the world your creativity?" Mother said. "No mother, I don't do art for fame. I do art because I have passion for it, plus its a part of me." I said. "Shall we go back now, Hanzo is waiting for us." Father said.

   It was now 7 in the night, and all we did was waste money. "So did you have fun Misa?" Mother asked me as we were heading back home. "Eh, yes I did mother." I said. "Anyways h-" Dad said after he was interrupted by mother's scream. "Hanzo look out!!" Mother yelled. Before we knew it our car had flipped over, and I had lost consciousness. I woke but felt uneasy, like if people were surrounding me. My eyesight finally focused, and I couldn't believe what I saw. My mother was being raped in front my very own eyes, while my father was stabbed in the throat and chest. All I could hear were my mother's screaming, she was trying to tell me something. About four men were raping my mom, it looks like they haven't noticed me. Tears welled up in my eyes, I didn't know what to do. I came to my senses and got up quietly, my mother looking at my direction. Her eyes told me to run, and so I did what she wanted me to do. I looked for an opening and ran as fast as I could. Last thing I heard was my mother screaming to keep on running, and soon she stopped after her head was blown off. "Don't let her get away!" I heard a man say. I didn't look back and kept on running, that was all I could do just run. I ran and ran were my feet took me, I had to run from this cruel world. I spotted city lights and so I ran with all my energy, but no matter what I can still hear the men chasing me. I couldn't run to my house, I had to go and find help. Lucky for me I spotted a police department, I was so happy tears flowed down my cheeks. I opened the door and fell to the floor, eyes fell all on me. "Hey are you alright!?" A female cop said. I looked up as tears still flowed down my cheeks. "Help me!" I yelled. "Calm down young lady and tell me what happened." A male cop said. I got up and sat down, it took me a moment to relax then I spoke. I told them everything. "The car isn't that far away from here, it only took me 10 minutes to arrive here." I said still scared. "Send out a team out there, milady can you come with me." Said the chief.

   An hour passed and they had found the criminals, and had me taken to a hospital. "When can I leave?" I said. "You'll be here for a week until you recover, you have a serious trauma problem." Said the doctor. "What will I do after this? Where will I go?" I said. "Home my dear, home." The doctor said. I laid on the bed and started to fall asleep. 'Home? What home do I have now?' I thought as I drifted to sleep.