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And yes, I know, it's a short chapter.

I'll update it as soon as I am done with chapter 2.

 

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 She laid her head on her knees, her vision became blurry as she felt warm wet liquid roll down her cheeks and face. How did she end up here? Here in the Soul Society. It was not her fault, she didn’t remember anything. They said she killed about 73% of her village. It was a lie, though! It had to be! She didn’t remember anything, and for god’s sake she is was only 8 years old! She could not have! They had no proof! She, Michiko, killed at those people. Whatever. They did not even bother to answer her question. “How did I kill those people?” However, of course they would not answer. It was all a lie. It had to be, it just had to. But then again, she couldn't explain why the people of her village tried killing her afterwards? Even so, she did not know the truth that right after they ran after her and tried to kill her, she slaughtered them all.  Bloody. The bloodiest slaughter that was possible.

 

 

The small girl closed her eyes for a bit, and sighed softly. She could still smell the blood. Its bittersweet scent filled her nostrils with disgust but one part of her enjoyed the smell of it. It was not until then when she realized what was happening. She closed her eyes for a second and thought to herself “Was it really true...?” She prayed to god that it was not.

 

 

She had been to kind to those people, even though they treated her like trash. She hated it. She hated it all. She hated those people, was the honest truth. All those times they beat her, yelled at her, and threatened to kill her them selves. Didn’t they have any consideration for her? She was only a kid. Of course, she wasn’t greedy. For, kids in the similar position surrounded her.

 

Not once, did those people ever try helping her. When she almost died of that horrible fever. The people just passed by her, as if she was just some dead dog. She also knew that her village was poor, but why not one smile. That is all she wanted, was just someone to make smile; not because of the look of pain that she gave when they hurt her, but because they were proud of her or they were happy just to see her.

 

 

Michiko opened her eyes for a bit, her big brown eyes were small and tired. A dark rim surrounded the bottom of her eyes; she was too worried to sleep. That is all she wanted to do; was sleep, and for once in her life, her wish was granted, and she feel into a deep sleep.