The begginning of Skittles.

"Ah..." I groaned, being woken up at 3:00 am isn't exactly something you can do without groaning. My cell phone was ringing, and at it's tone was a screaming voice "WAKE UP YOU SLEEPING MORON!! IT'S TIME FOR A MEETING OF SKITTLES!!" I'd recognize Feisu anywhere. I picked it up.
"Ah, why so early? It's 3:00 am for goodness sake."
"So? It's fun too wake up early. Just come too our place."
Our place. A place where you can be comfortable, stay out of weather, and go star gazing. I've spent probably 5 years of my 16 year old life there.
"Mm. If it our place. okay. But I'm not dressing up!" I hung up on her then. I got up and put on my jeans, with them light blue tank top. Grabbing a sweater and my blue key dangling on my necklace, I ran out the door and hopped on my bike. It took me maybe 5 minutes. Feisu called out too me "Ha..Looking good. Did I wake you up?"
"Hrmp. Don't expect me too take time at 3 in the morning..." I cut myself off to se Namida staring at me. Dokugai stood behind her with his eyes bugging out of his head. Ivy stood against my favorite tree.
"Ah.." I said, fixing my hair into a pony tail. "I didn't know you brought them..here." Feisu looked up, surprised, then looked down sheepishly "I love this place, I wanted too share it.." She said. I looked away. She knew better than too bring them too our place. "Ah, is something wrong, Eikyuu-Sempai?" Namida questioned. I turned, and smiled. "No. Nothing at all." Feisu suddenly pulled me into a hug. "Your...so strong." She mumbled into my tank top. "Eh?" Dokugai muttered. Feisu looked up "This place, is Yume's. I shared it without consulting her." I hugged her "It's okay..." Ivy looked up
"This place, was yours? How nice. How did you get it?"
"My parents..Left it too me..I don't wanna talk about it!" I turned and ran. My secret..Feisu never knew.

15 years ago

"Haro..It's, a girl." Yuuka said. Her affair brought her this child. Her black hair growing long, and her eyes opened not. She was probably blind. "Haro, I cannot bear the thought of having this dirty thing. Let's give it too Her
Yuuka was my mother. She, deeply hated me. My father, however, couldn't bring himself too harm me.I was bron blind, but, the first time I opened my eyes, was the last time I saw my father. My cousin, aged 3 took me. Now, before you go 'THREE!?' on me, I had no other relatives. She was my option, She was my enemy

5 years later

"Akuma, come here. It's time for your punishment."
"My name is Yume."
"Your not a dream, your a nightmare! That is why I call you Akuma. Stupid girl."
"AHHH!STOP IT! THAT HURTS!" My tears spilled over as the knife came crashing down on my arm, and the blood spurted out.
"Hehe..DOESN'T IT HURT? THAT'S HOW I FELT WHEN I LEARNED I HAD TOO TAKE CARE OF YOU!" The knife came down over and over, until my blood stained the carpet, and the walls, and I blanked out.
My past was one with many memories like this one. I was constanly bullied by Natsumi, and her hatred grew daily. On my thirteenth birthday, however, Police came and took her away

My thireenth birthday

"You slime. You don't deserve a birthday. But because it is,I got you this" Natsumi showed me my mothers necklace, given too her by my father.
"Kya..Where did you get it? I love it." I placed the necklace around my thin neck, it brushed up against my scars.
Natsumi turned away from my delighted dancing eyes.
"I wish you were blind again. You were easier too look at then."
I looked at her, my eyes stopped their dancing.
"Natsumi-Chan? Are you okay?"
"Shut up."
"Ah." My face was hit. it bled, and the blood poured down my face.
Just then, the police came in, grabbing Natsumi, and pulling her out the door. One came up too me and began too clean up my blood. "She's been hit again." He said, stretching out my neck too reveal all my previous scars. he whistled. "Now, Yume Eikyuu, right? Your going too go live by yourself now, away from your cousin. We have the perfect place for you. You'll love it."
I was whisked away too our place, where I met Feisu, and we became friends. But still, it hurts too think about that night, and how I got our place, my place. I would still live there, only, it's not really fit for living.