Her Street Fighter

01.

Chapter One
Marebela

I was bored in my room. I looked out from the high story mansion and peeked out from the curtained window. I've spent most of my nights like this, staring out into the pit of unknown, wishing I would get to explore it.

I stayed up most nights talking to the moon, she was the only one keeping me company most of the time.

My sisters get to live their lives outside, while I was stuck in my room, reading and painting.

My life was pretty boring. I didn't get to do fun things the other kids got to do. I've spent my life watching from afar.

It'd been difficult for me. I'd watch my sisters have fun and get to have friends while I didn't. I found it unfair and frustrating. I was eighteen years old, I need to live a life.

I haven't experienced half the things teenagers were supposed to experience.

I haven't gone to school, or had my first kiss. I haven't even talked to a boy, other then my step mother's lovers she brings home and the butler who worked around the house.

I haven't had any friends and I was prohibited to go anywhere, but my bathroom. I was used to benefit my step mothers needs. I was used as a maid. I was treated like dirt. I didn't matter. I was used to it. I was used to the neglect.

I needed to get out the house. I have been trapped in here for too long. Ii was curious to see what the world was all about.

I needed to leave. I needed to convince Stefanie, my stepmother that I could go out. That I was capable to do so.

I got out of my room, wearing my white dress and walked down the stairs. I went to the living room where I saw her sitting on her chair and smoking a cigarette.

I hated the smell of those. I hated when she would smoke. She didn't seem to care what I thought about it, though.

"Miss Stefanie," I asked her in a small voice.

"What do you want, child?" She asked in a voice of distaste. She didn't sound please to hear me.

"Uh . . . I was wondering i-if—" I stumbled over the words.

"Spit it out, child. I don't have all day," she spat. I flinched, but kept my strong composure.

"I was, well, I was wondering if I could go outside to see the booming sparks?" I asked, quickly. My voice came out mumbled and incoherent. I couldn't even understand what I was trying to say.

The booming sparks were what my sisters called fireworks. They appeared all the time on this day. I would see them from my window, but it wouldn't be the same as if I saw them up close. I wondered what they were about. Why was today a special day for them to come.

They were loud, but beautiful booming colours up in the sky. They were going to be up in the sky tonight and all I've ever wanted was to see them. I wanted to get out of the house for once. This was just the perfect opportunity to see them.

"Speak louder!" Stepmother demanded, harshly. "You're mumbling."

"I want to see the booming sparks," I repeated. My voice was firm and a lot louder then last time. I sounded confident. I was sure of myself.

She had an unreadable look on her face. Her overly big lips were in a scowl and her thin eyebrows were raised up.

"No," she answered. She didn't even think twice about it, she just answered, nonchalantly.

"B-But, I really want to see them—" I continued to protest. My voice came out whiny and ungrateful. I never meant to sound that way ever. I felt disappointed in myself.