nightmare ⟶ s. aizawa

1 | nightmares

chapter one ! — nightmares

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     "I WILL HAVE NO DAUGHTER of mine acting so weak and frail. Get up!" The young girl laid face down on the cold ground for the fourth time in the last hour. Blood ran down her nose and past her lips, creating a small pool of blood on the ground. Her long platinum blonde hair had small streaks with the crimson liquid coated on it. Her chest heaved up and down as her breathing became heavy. Her small body shook as she tried to pull herself up with her hands, going as fast as she could. But no matter how much she tried her body couldn't take the large amount of pain causing her to go slow. Her father wasn't happy about this in the slightest.

Amaya looked up with pain in her brown honeycomb eyes towards the furious man towering over her. She didn't dare cry a tear knowing it will only make everything worse. "But father - " her father cut her off by roughly tugging her braided blonde hair back, his grip only tightening on the locks each second that passed. Amaya hissed at the feeling of her hair practically being pulled off her head.

"Now!" Her father's voice boomed and bounced all along the walls of the training room. His face showed both annoyance and anger as he stared down at his eleven year old daughter in disgust. He was embarrassed of her. He shook his head and let go of her hair, causing her to face back down to the ground again.

Amaya didn't utter a single word and didn't flinch once knowing it would upset her father even more. She pulled herself up with her bruised, cut, and burn marked arms and got to her feet. She quickly wiped the blood oozing out of her nose causing it to smear to her left cheek. Amaya let out a shaky breath from the excruciating pain coming from her whole entire body. She couldn't figure out which part was worse, everything hurt just as bad.

Amaya picked up her wooden bo staff and got into position. "Lets try this again" her father stood in position with his staff once again with a hard look on his face, not taking his eyes away from his daughter.

Once again, she landed on the ground with a thud. She had charged at her father with the staff and started to fight him. Then she made it look like she was going to swing at his side and last minute switched the staff to swing it at his feet unexpectedly. It was a good move and at first she had him. He was going to go and stop her from hitting his side. But right when she went for the leg he swung the staff at her right cheek. Amaya spat and coughed up blood, her head swung to the left side when the staff hit her right cheek. She landed back onto the floor for the fifth time. Her right cheek was shooting with pain as she rested it on the cold hard ground. She closed her eyes thankful for the coldness on her stinging cheek.

"Pathetic" her father's voice spat out, booming again but louder causing the birds outside to swarm away in fear. "I can tell you haven't been practicing"

"I have been practicing! Give me another chance, I can do better! Please!" Amaya pleaded with her cheek still on the cold ground, staring at her father's feet that were now beside her shaking body in front of her.

Amaya winced and let out a cry in agony as her father gave a kick to her ribs causing her to flip onto her back. Her father stared down at her, his staff no longer in his thick gloved hands. "I've given you more than enough chances Amaya, you should have gotten it on the first try" her father began to take off the black thick glove on his right hand causing Amaya's doe eyes to go wide in fear. The young girl rapidly shook her head back and forth as she tried to move away with her feet.