[color=#b63564][i][h1]Miyasaki Ami--[/h1][/i][/color] 

 Ami stood in shock. She had ruined something. She had done it again. This is why father didn’t want her. She stumbled backwards, bowing to the man that was still seated at the table[@Athinar][color=#d96db5]"N-no..I-I didn’t mean to be rude and ruin your breakfast.. H-have a nice day!” [/color]She smiled happily as she turned around before she could hear the loud slap.

 Walking outside, she saw the man that had been sitting at the table, now trying to cheer up the girl that seemed to be distressed. Ami walked by them with her head down, not wanting to interrupt them. 

 Where would she go? I could always sleep outside like I used to~ Ah, memories, memories. Hmmm… I would need to… to… No. This wasn’t right. She was happy. She was cheerful and she was being positive, right? Why wasn’t things working out? Remembering her time at home, she frowned. [b]"Why the fuck do you smile so much?!"[/b] The question had caught her off guard. She enjoyed getting hit and she deserved it, did she not? This was the only thing that her father said that Ami couldn't follow. She had to smile. What else could she do? She enjoyed getting hit. That was her entire situation. She was supposed to smile and get abused, wasn't she? I was obnoxious and loud. That's why I always end up scaring people off.

 She looked up to see that a few men were clearly staring at her boobs with no filter. She sighed, lifting her arms a bit in hopes to cover up the two pieces of unwanted extra meat. Yup, that’s all she was after all. I’m the daughter of a beautiful porn star. Maybe i’m meant to be a slut. Ehehe, it’s fine I suppose. I don’t deserve any better. Smiling as her lip quivered, facing forwards as she walked to who knows where. 

 Soon, she saw a bus that was headed towards the university and went over to the bus stop. Might as well go to school and study. The food there wasn’t that bad as well. She wasn’t broke but she wasn’t going to be spending her money on any luxuries such as hotels and fancy restaurants. Most of the money she got from her writing went straight to her home. Not a thank you note in sight but she always hoped that it was helping them in their daily lives.

 She could feel water begin to well up in her eyes a bit. This isn’t good… Oh no… I don’t like this… Heading to the back of the bus as she smiled sweetly to the passengers. She sat down, staring out of the window as she got out her book. I can’t cry because i’m happy. I’m glad to be here and I-I’m not allowed to. She smiled to herself but it vanished rather quickly as she immersed herself into the book. Her father never liked it when she cried. Calling her pathetic and disgusting. 

 [i][b]“The night fell.

 I could hear my breath, looking deep into the mirror with my wide green eyes.

 I was hideous. A sight to run away from. A sight that you scream at and yell.

 “Someone kill it!”

 No one was near me.

 I was alone in this place.

 Alone in this place with black walls and a white ceiling, screaming at me.

 Telling me that I had made a mistake.

 You can’t kill a monster and hope to find peace.

 You kill a monster only to find nightmares that will haunt you for even longer.”[/b][/i]