Special Day
"You little...!?" Ayuno held her hands behind her back as she looked down to her feet in shame at what she had done. The alcohol cabinet in their room had been breached, many of the bottles now empty as she had ingested most of it for herself. In her attempts to forget about all the stress in her life she had gotten herself wasted on scotch and whiskey. When her parents came back they found her passed out in her room. Even though she was now shone to have alcoholic tendencies, her parents didn't care as much for her well-being as they did for the alcohol that was now gone.
"Did you drink everything!?" She nodded her head up and down, biting her lip as she gazed to the floor. Her hands began to rub together behind her back as she heard her mother walk towards her. A few of the empty glass bottles were kicked out of the way as she would come closer to her by the second. "I'm sorr-" Before she could say a word, a painful sting against her jaw would silence her as she let out a quick squeal of pain. Her hands trembled as she held her cheek in shock. She was afraid beyond all bounds, her cheek burning like a hot sun. Her mother would reach down to the shards with a grunt, annoyed at her adopted child's behavior.
"Just... Get out of my face! I don't want to see you right now!" Her mother would yell out at her, Ayuno shuffling away in fear and sorrow. She slowly made her way towards the door of her room, creaking it open as she stepped out. Her feet would then slowly cross into the bathroom as she moved inside. She was hit over some alcohol. Did they really care that little?
Her hands closed the bathroom door behind her as she locked it. Everything was going in all the wrong ways. She could barely focus on her school work anymore. Her parents were having her stressed out to the point where she had began to believe she could relieve her stress with a drink. Maybe two drinks, actually. Or three, just to be sure. She wasn't sure if she actually went beyond three, everything was a daze from after that. How many bottles did she actually empty? She couldn't remember. Everything had gone dark after the third drink. Or was it the third bottle? Or was that the point where she had gone numb? She didn't know.
Her hands reached towards the bathroom lock as she locked herself in, crouching down at the edge of the room.
Was this really how they were going to treat her? She had nothing but respect for them, and this is what they do? The tears that dropped from her eyes were quickly wiped away as anger would engulf her. They were the ones that had adopted her, but were not prepared to take care of her. She quickly rose up with twitching fingers, knuckles going white in anger. Her teeth grit as she would turn to find sight of her reflection in the mirror, which glared back at her with a smile.
"I want them out of my life..." She spoke out, hands gripping onto the sink as she looked at herself with a grin of madness. "I want them gone. I want them hurt. I want them dead." She softly whispered to herself, giggling as the aching in her cheek went numb. "It's all going to be lovely. It's all going to end the way I want it to... It has to." Her hands would grip her face as she looked down to her feet.
She wasn't going to take any of it anymore. First she gets bullied in the orphanage, now this? She had enough out of all this bullshit. She wanted it to end. She wanted to eat everybody who had wronged her out. She wanted to hollow those two inside out.
How was she going to do it? How was she going to destroy them? She wanted it to be painful for them, physically speaking. She wanted it to be painful and agonizing, she wished them nothing but harm. She wanted it today. She wanted it to happen that night. It was going to happen that night. She was going to erase them from her life and live her own.
And so she did. That night, when her parents went to bed, she had hid a knife under her pillow. They hadn't even come to wish her a good night. Of course they wouldn't, they never did that anyway. They didn't care about her, and she could no longer care about them.
She would crawl out of her bed into the darkness, opening up her door with a creak. Her eyes shifted around fast, hands folding together as she clutched the blade in between them. This was her night. Tonight she was the boss of her own life. She was going to take everything back that was taken from her. Mostly, she wanted either love or freedom. If she could get neither, she was going to make sure she could take them for herself.
Her hands opened the bedroom door of her parents' room. Eyes looking at the two bodies that peacefully slept together, a soft smile would crawl upon her face.
They were asleep. That made it all the easier! Her body moved towards the sleeping adults as she eyed them one last time. The people she hated so much, she wished to look them in the eyes if it was the last thing she did. She wanted to stab them and have their eyes spring open, just so that the last thing they would see would be her looking down on them. That was the only thing she wanted. Could they at least do that one thing for her?
Let's find out. She would stand next to her father, raising her blade high in the air as the moon would shine in it's beauty.
The next day she went to the park. She was alone. She was scared. There was no one to take care of her now, she had no friends, no more people to be with, only herself. She had become desperate for someone to notice her. Someone had to be with her in these dark times, someone had to be able to care for her. Her eyes shifted around desperately in search for someone to spend some time with.
And so she saw a guy with a book in his hands.
"Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde..."
SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER. I AM BUSY WITH MANY THINGS. I WILL POST A LONGER CHAPTER NEXT TIME, PROMISE.
