[color=#b63564][i][h1]Miyasaki Ami--[/h1][/i][/color] [i] The library [/i] She walked inside of the University, looking around. Ami had only been there for 3 days and could already tell of what a wonderful place it was. It helped that she was a scholar and got to experience the beauty without paying much. There were a few people that she recognized as she found a familiar face. “Good morning May! How are you?” They exchanged a few words and finally went their separate ways, waving goodbye as she walked down the halls. Soon, she had spotted a place that she hadn’t been in before. A beautiful place that she could even call heaven in her mind. The University library. Her eyes shined as she walked inside, feeling like she was inside of the land of dreams. They had books all the way up to the ceilings, so many genres that it made you wonder how many types of books there were, and tables to relax and read at. Looking down, she realized then that she still had her suitcase with her. Trailing after her as if it wasn't there in the first place. Ami found a seat near the wall that didn't have as much light and fewer people. As soon as she sat down, she sighed, stretching out her arms. Of course, that was the moment that she had to get a phone call from her publisher. Frowning, she answer it slowly, moving to an area with even less people. [color=#d96db5]“Hello? Ami here~”[/color] the man on the other side hissed, his voice even more harsh than usual. [color=blue]“Where the Heck have you been? Are you almost done with the goddamn 5-12th chapters?? I gave you 3 weeks and it's been 2. No update from you since then. Did you add some fucking romance? Did you make it a little bit more of a happy ending?Are you almost done?!”[/color] Ami brought a hand up to her forehead as she pressed on her temples. [color=#d96db5]“Y-yes.. I'm almost done with it. I added some romance and the ending is… A little bit more happy. Really. I'm on the 11th one right now and I'm simply adding a few extra touches before I start on the 12 chapter.. Sorry sir.”[/color] Biting her bottom lip as the line goes silent for about 15 second until she finally heard an exhausting sigh. [color=blue]“Ami.. I love you, okay? I'm sorry about the way I am but I really do.”[/color] He sighs again before resuming [color=blue]“Just get it done “unknown trash” and I'll be the happiest man on planet earth.”[/color] With that, he hangs up, leaving her with a shocked but extremely happy expression on her face. He barely ever said kind words to her so it was refreshing to hear a compliment come out of his mouth. Not that she really liked that. Sighing as she went back over to her seat and taking out her notebook which was titled “Trash”. Since her book and online gigs were pretty well known, she was smart enough not to add “unwanted” to it. [color=#d96db5]“Hehe, I love you too..”[/color] She said to herself, with a small smile on her face. Her publisher had been with her for a long time now that she thought about it. He was 24 and was one of the kindest man that she had ever met. He was like the older brother that she never got to have in her life. To get mad at her when she screwed up and to pat her head when she did a good job. Her notebook had around 200 pages of this story so far. Filled with a new story that she was working on. A woman that fell in love with the killer of her parents. The main character was raped and sexually abused since she was 10 by her parents and one day she found that they had been murdered mercilessly. Spending the rest of her life as a normal girl but slowly… Ever so slowly turning into a monster. A monster that you wouldn’t be able to control. Killing all men that were older than 18 and entered her line of sight as well as capturing her interest. [b][i]“Die. Die. Die. Die.” Why wouldn’t he die? She panted, grabbing her left arm which held a steel knife in her hand. The man looked at her, blocking the attack with a swift swerve. She looked familiar. Extremely familiar. Where had she seen her? Then it all came back to him. July 4th, a day where the fireworks were a main attraction that people gathered with their family to waste 1 hour. 40 minutes of that time which would be spent on finding a nice spot to watch the show, reuniting with friends, and grabbing something to eat. He was bored. He stood up from a comfortable lawn chair and began to ponder around. Soon coming upon a house that was never there. A house that shouldn’t be there. He smiled as he strut over to it, quite the walk to the entrance if you asked him. Placing his black masquerade mask over his face as he knocked on the door. 3 times. 2 doorbell rings.-- That’s where it stops. She was the young girl that had been there that day. The young girl that had to watch her parents throat get slit. The girl that had to watch blood pour out of their neck as well as other body parts. Maybe he deserved this.. “I-I’m sorry for killing your parents..” Once these words were heard, Mira dropped the knife. Her lip quivering as he simply lay on the ground with her on top of him. Her hands pressing against his chest. “I-[/i][/b] And that was where it stopped. Sure, it would be edited heavily later but that was where she had to figure out what a girl would say to the man that killed her parents and saved her from hell but had turned her into a monster no less. Ami sighed, what would she say? She set her notebook to the side for a second. Love, a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. Haa, and what would you do if you were in love? Would you want to k-kiss? Or maybe a hug? I suppose so but mother did those things even though she was supposed to be only in love with father.. It was confusing and then she got it. Love was often mistaken for lust. Ami smiled a bit to herself as she placed the notebook in front of her and got out her book. A different one than the one she had been reading before. Her notebook was a lovely spiral notebook which she carried around with her at all times. Always making sure that she didn’t lose it. It was filled with her so called “garbage”. The stories surprised her when they got famous, people buying her first book left to right, all excited that their favorite web writer was publishing their very own story. Yes, web writer. Which was what she called logging into WritingTreasures.com and submitting her own short stories for others to read. The site was extremely popular. Millions of people signing in every day just to read new stories and her own being featured more than once. The book that Ami was reading happened to be a romance/ thriller which was about a stalker, a model, and a PI. She read on happily with a smile. A smile that no one actually got to see. A different smile than the ones that she showed people on the streets or simply had plastered onto her face throughout the day. A smile that made you wonder what was wrong but all the same made you wish that you could be as at peace as she was. A sweet smile that welcomed anyone with arms opened wide and couldn’t accept truth. (ADDED) Looking down at her arm, she realized that it had begun to itch. Her sleeve bothering her right arm. She took off the sleeve, glad that no one was around. Staring at the tattoo that had the words "Trash" written beautifully in cursive. She smiled at it. Her own personal bracelet. She barely ever got the chance to take off her sleeves so her arms were more relaxed as she allowed them to breathe. The tattoo that was forced onto her simply staring back at her. She turned her head, returning to the book.