~His Past~ OC backstory

People Change

Hey, my name's Shinda Yume- Or, atleast it was... it was changed after a fatal incident costing me my life, and my best friends.

" Shinda! Please come downstairs! " I heard my mom call up to me, I instantly came down stairs seeing as I'm a very obidiante child, " Yes, mommy? " I looked up at my mom. My mom was a beautiful woman with blue eyes that were as clear as the sky and her hair was long and blonde, it was tended to carefully with no signs of tangles.

 " Your father is comming home so please be on your best behavior. " She bent down and kissed my cheek, " Alright mommy. " I stood respectfully and waited for my dad to come through the door. When he did he did not look impressed, " Hello Daddy! " I smiled at my dad cheerfully, he responded with a quick glance and then proceeded to take off his shoes and coat. " I could hardly call this a 'greeting'. Now you two better clean up this place now, or there will be consequences. " He said sternly.

You see, my dad isn't a very nice person, Mom says he used to be kind, but after they got married he slowly became cold and distant, when I was born things got worse... He would treat me as if I were expendable, as if I was just a peice of paper, I'm made, I'm used, and then I'm thrown away...

After a long time of cleaning my dad came into my room to check out what I did, " This isn't clean! There's stuff everywhere! You blind child, can you not see! " he then slapped me across the face and left me to clean..

I was so young and innocent back then... I had no idea how cruel people really were...

I just sat there staring blankly in suprise, tears were pricking at the corners of my eyes daring to fall, but I didn't let them. Father had to belive I was strong, so I forced myself to not cry. I re-cleaned my room and made sure it was spotless, I then went downstairs, pretending like nothing happened. Of course I didn't think of the red hand shaped mark on my cheek... " Oh my- Shinda what happened?!? "
" What do you mean? Nothing happened mommy. " I looked at her concerned face, " Sweety, that won't work, you have a mark on your cheek that fits your father's hand shape... "
" Oh... " I looked down at the ground, " I suggest you head to your room for dinner tonight sweety, and please don't leave until I get you, don't even worry about the dishes. "
" Okay mommy. " My mom and I then made our way to my room, she put the food on my bed side table, kissed my cheek and left.

I sat on my bed and started eating, by the time I finished I could hear yelling comming from downstairs, I could make out a few words but the rest were muffled, I heard this conversation :

" YOU SMACKED OUR CHILD YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A FATHER! " After she yelled there was muffled talking, " MAYBE IF HE OBEYED HE WOULDN'T GET HURT! " I could hear sobbing and more screaming, I couldn't make out alot of what they were saying though, " I SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! " That sentance made my heart stop, my parents, apart, I'd have to choose who to go with... They continued arguing and I left the door before I heard more.

I laid in my bed and started crying into my pillow until I fell asleep, it wasn't a peacfull sleep though, it was full of worry, doubt and fighting...