Cruel Love

Chapter 1 - A Broken Soul

Minami Masami.
She isn't a feminist. She isn't a lesbian. She just hate men.
   She says that she hate every human being, but especially men. She's a broken soul, really. But she's happy. Happy that she will never see him again. She's happy because she would never have to see her mother either. It probably sounds horrible. Saying that about her own mother. But it's understandable, she's not a mother if she aboundes you, watch her own child go through pain every single day, and not do shit to stop it. Yeah, what an amazing mother, right?
   Just because it was her mother never meant that she had a responsibility to love her. Just because it's her mother doesn't mean that she has to love her.   
   I don't think anyone would love that human being. After everything she made her go through. How? Why? No. Wasting her time on loving someone like her mother was useless and a waste of energy and time. She's not a mother. She's selfish, takes her self and everything else before her own daughter. Masami never saw her as a mother. She's was simply just a person in her eyes.

   Running away from home was the best choice Masami ever made. She was scared at first, of course. She was 15 years old and had nowhere to go. Her dad left her and her mother before Masami was even born. She has absolutely no clue where he is now. She never knew where he was. Her mother cut off all of our family. The only family Masami had was her absolutely wonderful, good mother. That's a lie though.
   So running away and stay at a relative wasn't an option for Masami. Friends? She never had any. She never had any interest in finding friends. The best and most relaxing times she had was when she was all alone.
So, because of this, 15 year old Masami had nowhere to go. Instead she started doing illegal stuff to make herself some money. She never saw herself as a bad human, in the end she had to stay alive.
   She sold guns, food that was robbed from stores, illegal drugs and more. How a 15 year old was able to do that is quite interesting. Young girls seem to be the best at it, apparently.
   After making some money she found herself a apartment in Tokyo. Even though she had a home with roof over her head now she still had to continue making this illegal money to stay alive. So she had no other choice then to continue illegal business with people.
   It wasn't hard to find someone who could offer her that kind of job. Tokyo is big, there are jobs like this everywhere.
   People may think that it's hard, but it isn't. You just had to find an alley late at night and as easy as that, you'll have a job to do. If you play your cards right, of course.
   It's been two years and she's actually still alive. She know she will probably have to work illegal all her life. But if that's the case, sure, she have nothing against it.

   Skip time forward. It's October the 9th and the clock is 23:00 pm. Masami got dressed in her old school uniform, because it makes her seem less incriminating. She let her long, black hair down and looked at herself in the mirror. Wearing her old school uniform was the best idea she ever had. It was to good use for her and the people she had business with.

Weird, but made sense.

   After looking herself in the mirror for a while she put on her old school uniform shoes and left the apartment building.

   She lit a cigarette and started just walking. She never knew where to go. She just walked, looked around for people that seemed to be interested in business. Trying to find any dark alleys where illegal drugs were sold and bought. All she had to do is to play cool, walk up to them and ask if they want help, and what they can benefit from it.

-Ey Masami! A voice shouted.

   She quickly turns around and starts looking around for the person who shouted her name.
   Then she saw him.

-Doing businesses again? He asks and walked up to her.