No such things as home

DISCLAIMER
I DO NOT own any of the following characters with the exception of Fawn. All of these characters belong to whomever created Escaflowne. Dont be a prude and get all fussy, just sit down, enjoy the story and gimme a review.

Much thankies~ Lillith

PART ONE

In a different far off universe, there was no Hitomi and she never went to Gaea.
The child that was so full of life was never born and not even thought of or even known to the world.
Instead, another child took her spot on Earth, sent down to the grounds by a beautiful sphere of light. This little girl was placed on Earth by someone who had the power to deny his destiny and his future. It was by the very man that seemed to hate his own brother and wanted to get rid of the world of Gaea.


And with that being said, Our story begins.


Many thoughts were mixed and crossed as fingers fumbled about in a black nap sack, small items being pushed around and nearly broken, many little bottles hitting the floor with a small smash. Tears filled deep brown eyes and slid as Crystal down a cheek that was usually pale, but now held a rather large red handprint. That flesh was now bruised and the color darkened as the seconds went on by, a heart racing for dear like, afraid to let go, due to the consequinces.
A sniffle pushed through the silent room and filled the small dark space, a thought already starting, a seed planted and growing.
Fawn wanted out of this small world and she wanted to go about the most painful way possible, hoping to make her parents and friends sob for days. It was them that brought her to such a sad point, those very people that pushed her around and told her how she would never be something in life that made her pack some things and take what little pills she had stashed away from her addiction.
Mommy and daddy didn’t understand and weren’t the most caring people in the world. Mother was into alcohol and had her shit head boyfriends while daddy just skipped out like they all did.
Mommy was a prostitute and Daddy liked to hurt to the child at heart.
Civil words could never come from the mouths of the small family and therefore no one would dare to say goodnight or even give a hug or a kiss to a sad and lost child. The small home was nothing more than a waist of time and a hole in the small patch of Earth that was allowed to be touched.
The house was not a home yet it was a hell hole, one that little Fawn would do anything to get away from.

Sometimes Fawn didn’t want to be pretty. Sometimes she wanted to be an ugly boy that smelled so that no one would touch her or dare give her a look. She honestly wanted to disappear and she had finally gathered the gall to do it.
It was that very slap from her ‘Father’ that did it and now there was no turning back. With a short whisper and a few blinks, the eighteen year old was dressed and jumping from the window , carrying a black nap sack.
She hit the ground with a soft thump, yet her feet slid under the rain-soaked greenery. A small groan slipped past the womans lips and she dusted her rump off, not to pleased about the green stain that was already forming from some of natures cruel dyes.
“I hate this” She whispered, voice hoarse from hours of yelling, hours of staring her father in the eyes and hating everything that made him a human being, Hours of glaring and huffing and hollering and telling him that she hoped he died no matter what. Then he leaned in, looked her on the eyes and gave a slap that was so harsh, it had her mother screaming and sent her already frail body to the floor.
Fawn had been dealing with a sickness for the past three years, one that caused her to puke after every meal and made her want to slit her wrists. She had a type of depression that wouldn’t disappear and no one seemed to wonder why she would lock herself in her room for hours on end and listen to music that made her want to sleep and even made the bad men go away. In her mind, there were always bad men. Men that would run around and taunt her and tell her that she would always be like her mother and that she would never be an individual. It was those very men however, that her dear mother let into the home and touch her and push her thighs apart to tale what they wanted.
She lost her virginity at the age of five and started to hate men when she was thirteen.
She would hate the aches that came about when she would watch a certain movie or even think about running away with her dear prince charming. It was those very thoughts that made her body heat up and made her think about her past abusers in a new light.
With those thoughts pushed aside however, Fawn became more and more vicious like a mistreated animal and she lunged when she had the chance, taking as big a chunk as her small mouth could manage.
But now, she was away and heading down to her old field , getting ready to drink the bit of vodka in her small travel bottles and slit her small wrist. She was going to go away.


End of part one.. Please review, part two coming soon.