Unmaking the Heart of Ice - The FNN (Book 1)

Code 7 - Story of a Girl

Code 7 - Story of a Girl

This is a story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world - Absolutely by Nine Days

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The voices of the dead and the past bound themselves to her. Never letting go, never letting her forget. She is forever surrounded by sadness and pain for that is what follows her since the day of her birth. She doesn't belong anywhere. Nobody understands her. Nobody wanted her. She was alone and hurt.

The crash of the door alerted her of her father's return and by the stumbling uneven foot steps he must have been drunk again.

"HHEEEYY, girl! Get me a drink!" the burly man slurred as he turned the corner.

Looking at the man you could not see any resemblance to the four year old girl except for the paleness of their skin.

"But, Papa, you can't drink anymore," the young Juvia murmured to the ground, she hated it when her father was like this, it scared her.

It got worse as she got older, at first it was merely insults but now her father was not slow to lash out and hit her.

"Don't talk back to me you filth! You do as I tell you!"

Juvia timidly look up at the man who wore her father's face. Back before her mother died when she was two he had been the best father in the world but the death of his wife had drove him into drinking, drugs and cheap women.

"But..." She was so scared. She doesn't want this man, she wants her papa back. "But I ..." Slap.

The hit wasn't as hard as it could have been but it still made her move a few steps to the right, towards the corner. She cupped her stinging cheek and tears threatened to escape her eyes. It was always like this.

"I said don't talk back to me," he loomed in front of her, his face strained with anger. "You have no right to speak as if you're important because it was all your fault that your mother is dead! If only you haven't been born, everything would have been perfect, you bitch!"

"I - Juvia is sorry, Papa..." her whole body was trembling.

"SHUT UP!" Kick to the leg. "You don't deserve to share her face," She was dragged up by the collar of her shirt but only to be punched in face and thrown back on to the ground. Kick to the stomach. "And I refuse to be your father." Kick to the back of her head.

Her body felt so weak, so painful. But she didn't cry her tears because of his abuse but because of the truth in his words. She didn't deserve anything, it was all her fault.

Juvia sat next to the window in the common room of her orphanage, watching the rain. The other children was playing board game or watching TV, but they were all disappointed of not being able to play outside.

"God it's so gloomy around here because of you, you stupid rain woman," one of the older boy said, Juvia ignored him. She was used to it by now.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he yacked at the doll she made. "What is this ugly thing?" he laughs and throws it out of the window.

"We can never have fun when your around. Why don't you just drop dead like you parent?" he sneered and walked away, just in time to miss the lone tear that ran down Juvia's cheek.

She doesn't belong anywhere.

"Hey, Mama the big sister over there has a bird in her hand. Can I stoke it?" an eager little boy said as he dragged his mum towards the ten year old Juvia.