The Reincarnated Villaness Suddenly Became A Capture Target!

Chapter 1: Perhaps it wasn't a good idea...

Akiko Trania, a normal high school girl and what you would expect in this kind of story, an otaku who has a good life.

Oh, if only that was true you know?

A girl who is targeted by bullying without abuse and is negleted by over-bearing parents, confusing right? She is confused too.

Her peers constantly forget her existance and it was like her presence wasn't there at all. But it's not like they are harming her... Wether they do it intentionally preplexes her.

And towards her parents, they constantly place deaf ears on her and doesn't respond with her calls yet they buy her luxuries, although it felt like another method to say that they 'love' her in a way that is materialistic so she couldn't argue back. She hates doubting them but their love feels as if it wasn't really love, but more so obligation.

It left her feeling... low. It made a darkness in her heart well up with unspeakable rage. It's not like she has anyone to tell it to anyways, so what good would it do to yell it out? It would make her be seen as abnormal.

Right. Although all of these things happen she wouldn't act out by her feelings. She knew from a young age she had to act so she wouldn't be looked upon as unusual. So that's what she did, for a long time. Till she couldn't take it anymore.

And that leads us to where we are now, to where she is now. A rope hang airlessly on her ceiling and feet placed heavy on a chair she had used so many times before but not like this.

There was a mirror placed so blatantly across from her, just so she could see herself cry. Overly-long hair covering her eyes but she could still stare with clarity, a terrible and broken clarity.

Every single damage delt she did on her body were also seen on the mirror copy of her. Every cut that ran up her arm, all the dark-violet bruises on her abdomen, red scrapped knees, and sooo much more...

On the gaps of her hair, her eyes could be seen. Bloot-shoot eyes threw a dark glance back, those eyes felt so empty and devoid of all it's initial light that even she could not remember.

Cheeks dried of tears left pink-ish and puffy and snot rolled down her nose, but she is quick to wipe them away with her arm. She felt a dreadful emptiness inside her chest that ate her away, through the numbness a heaviness weighed down.

It's sickening. She looked at the rope with a dull stare and she went on automatic, her mouth slightly agape and her mind filled with blank white. Her hands slowly raises itself and grasps the rope, it felt slightly prickly and rough.

Her hands holded it steady while she moved her head forward and shooted it flawlesly to the hole that the rope had created. Her hands drop down and her back slumped.

A moment of heasitance passed her.

Is this really how I end it? I would of at least thought something happy should occur, even once. Would it really be freeing on death?

Those thoughts pass her, but isn't it to late to think that? It was useless anyways. All the hurt that built up in her heart was too much, isn't it?

Too much...

She closed her eyes and breathed in.

She jumped and kicked the chair down in the process.

Hick---

Her neck did not crack.

She chocked at the pain that entered through her neck. She kicked around aimlessly in the air and her hands instantly shot up to grip at the noose that wrapped itself on her apperantly none-fragile neck.

It hurts so much!

She struggled and it hurt even more, light-headedness started to seep to her brain as the air started to slowly turn it's head away from the hanging female.

She clawed at her neck in an instictive way as her vision slowly filled with dark colours. Coughing violently it hurted even more.

Until her eyes roll to the back of her head and she feels her consciousness fade slowly into nothigness and the pain gradually subsiding.

____________________________________________

I felt darkness engulfed me before a blinding bright light covered my vision and I felt myself again.

"Akiko!" I heard my name being yelled out by a un-familliar voice that I felt I do kind of recognized. My iris hastly tried to find where the voice came from.

I was then suddenly surrounded by a warmth I really couldn't comprehend. I-is this suppose to be death?

"My dear baby! I'm glad you're ok!" The voice said with a shakey and relief filled tone.

Just then my vision were filled with colours of scenery.

The biggest thing that filled my sight was the light lavender, that was very close to white. Hair that is really long, silky, and beautiful.

The next is the pallete of this room, a beautiful white to lavender gradiant.

But, that wasn't the point here, what is happening? D-do I panic?

"Mommy loves you very much."

H-huh?