Her face barely showed any emotion, and she was sarcastic..almost to the point where people couldn't tell. To some she was a mystery, to others she was just another hero in training. Miyako wasn't always like this. She use to be an extremely happy-g...
>>The chapter today will simply be Miyako's memory and more detail about her mother, her sister, and her stepfather. There will be a usage of French and bad translations. In the picture above is Hana,Miyako's mother, and a younger version of 14 year old Ginko. This chapter will also mention stuff as emotional abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, drug usage, and self-harming. If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, please do not read ahead. Enjoy <3<<
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*Seven Years Ago; Age: Nine*
The young, nine-year-old, Miyako looked around the small house, a distasteful look on her face as she entered the cold place, rubbing her arms for warmth.
"This is great!" Ginko, who was currently fourteen, cheered with a large smile on her face, "Isn't it Miyako!?"
Miyako remained silent for a few minutes before nodding her head, "I guess...but I really miss Japan," She murmured quietly.
Ginko let out a small scoff before skipping off to claim her room. Miyako's mother, Hana, clamped a soft hand down on top of her shoulder in a loving way, "It'll be okay, Miyako. You'll grow to love this place," She soothed, running a soft hand through her black strands.
Miyako looked up at Hana, her blue/brown eyes meeting Hana's brown ones, "How long will we be here?" Miyako asked quietly.
Hana smiled down at her daughter and knelt down in front of her, "Forever is my hope," She began, brushing a strand of Miyako's black hair behind her ear, revealing the wine-coloured birthmark on her face, "But if something comes between that, just a few years. I know you miss your friends from Japan, but you'll make more here, you'll be much happier here," She promised.
Miyako forced a smile onto her lips and nodded her head before skipping off to join Ginko. Once she was out of sight, Miyako slowed to a walk and her smile fell as she look around the place.
*Six Years Ago; Age: 10*
Miyako never did grow to love France, but she did learn to like certain things to it. Miyako did grow to love the foods and buildings though. She made a group of friends who accepted her for who she was, but there was something Miyako could never shake off.
It felt she was constantly drowning in a pool of complete and utter numbness. Miyako never sang, something she loved to do, and she couldn't bring herself to even make an attempt at playing her guitar. No matter what Miyako did, she couldn't make herself even feel remotely happy. She didn't tell Hana, Ginko, or her stepfather, Paul, in fear of completely shattering the picture perfect family she had as of now.
