The Origin Of Yua Ichika: Part 1

Warning: This Chapter contains violence and other themes that may not be suitable for some readers.

*Yua Ichika's POV*

Have you wondered what living in hell feels like? Well, let me tell you my story about my life. The terrible life that I have.

//November 12, 2029//Monday//

I am Yua Ichika, and I turned Nine-years old today. Yes, today is my birthday, but who cares? Why should I celebrate the day when I am born? After all, no one cares about me, not even my parents.

My parents and I live in a small house that was about to collapse in the slums of Kamagasaki. The environment here in our place was really disgusting. It was filled with garbage, and insects and the smell was revolting as well. There are people who were also living in this place.

Terrible, and nasty people.

"YUA!!! WHERE IS THE ALCOHOL I ASKED YOU TO BRING?!"

"It's right here, father…"

I went inside our house, and the first thing that greeted me was the voice of my obnoxious father. My parents were the worst. If you think that your parents suck then I can gladly trade places with you.

My father was a drunkard, he doesn't do anything at all besides sitting on the floor drinking his alcohol, and staring at the money that I earned by stealing from other people. He was wearing stained smelly clothes, and he doesn't care about his disordered appearance.

My mother was not different from my father. She didn't care about how she looked and she always watches the Television naked while releasing that foul stench of hers.

*SMACK*

*BLAAARGHH*

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO FUCKING GIVE ME TWO BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL?! WHY DID YOU ONLY BRING ME ONE?!"

"S-Sorry, Father-."

*SMACK*

My father kept on hitting me on my stomach while I was vomiting on the floor. It hurts, it really does. I felt nauseous, and my stomach started to feel numb.

"F-Father, I do not have the money to buy another one. I'm sorry… I'm sorry… Please stop."

"IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE MONEY, THEN STEAL ALCOHOL!!! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! THIS IS THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO FOR THIS FAMILY!!!

*SMACK* *WHAM*

My father lifted me up from my shirt, and he punched me in the face. I fell to the floor, and he kept on kicking me in the stomach once again.

Suddenly, I started coughing up blood, and that caught the attention of my mother.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! IF YOU ARE GOING TO COUGH UP YOUR FILTHY BLOOD DO IT SOMEWHERE!!!" My mother said.

My mother was not surprised because I coughed up blood because of the way my father treated me, but it's because my blood will stain this filthy place of theirs.

"GO FUCKING FIX YOURSELF UP, AND DON'T COME BACK HERE LATER AT NIGHT!!!"

After my father yelled at me, he opened the front door and kicked me in the back. I looked at my surroundings, and people witnessed what my father did to me with those eyes that had lost all hope, but they did not even care at all. Not a single one helped me. That's right…

No one will care for you if you look like a piece of shit.

*SOB* *SOB*

I was left alone in front of our house while enduring the pain that my father gave me earlier while lying on the floor alone. My whole body was in excruciating pain, and I couldn't feel my stomach at all.

I tried to touch my face, and there are a lot of bruises on it when my father beat me up. Who would help someone who is full of bruises while bleeding over the place?

*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT*

Heavy rain suddenly poured, and all of the people around quickly took shelter. As for myself, I slowly stood from where I am and went straight to an alley where rain doesn't pour at all.

I sat down and hugged my knees while staying here silently until the rain stopped pouring down.

*CRASH*

"Fuck! I don't have any money left!"

Two thugs were walking in the alley, and one of them threw a bottle on the wall that I heard earlier.

"Well shit! How can we buy more of the good stuff then?!"

They looked pissed about something, and I don't have any clue about that good stuff they are talking about.

"Huh? What the hell?"

The two of them stopped walking when they saw me, and I just stared back at them. They wore dirty clothes, and their faces looked worn out just like what my father looked like. I am scared of them, but my body won't move because of the pain that I got earlier.

"Huh? Whose kid is this?"

"Who knows? Let's leave this piece of shit alone."

"Yeah, you are right. Hey kid, if you want to end your life, go die somewhere else."

The two of them left while laughing at the things they said, and tears flowed on my face after one thug told me those things.

He told me to die somewhere else, maybe he wants me to kill myself where no one can see me. It may be true, maybe I should just end my suffering here now on my birthday.

I wiped off the tears on my dirty face and gazed down at the floor with my teary eyes.

"How rude can people be…" I said.

It was almost nighttime, and the rain stopped, but I was still afraid to go back to my place. I continued to wander around and saw a huge poster that piqued my interest. I do not know what it was. But it really looks magnificent.

Two people, a man, and a woman were dancing together, and there was one thing that amazed me in the poster I saw.

"The clothes they are wearing are beautiful..."

Black clothes that were as dark as the night for the man, and white clothes that shine bright like the light for the woman. Those two colors really go well with each other. I haven't worn something so magnificent in my life, and the clothes they wore astonished me.

"Oh dear look, this movie looks interesting."

Suddenly, a couple stood in front of me and saw the poster that I was also looking at.

They looked at the condition that I was in, but they immediately ignored me with disgust on their faces.

"Do you want to watch it together?"

"Gladly!"

So what I just saw is a movie poster. The couple walked straight to an entrance that seems to be where I can see more of these things just like what this poster showed so I followed the two of them. The couple both bought what seems to be tickets for the entrance, and entered inside when a man received those tickets that they have. I also tried to enter inside but the man guarding the entrance blocked the way with his hands.

"What are you doing here, little girl?" The man asked.

"I want to go inside, and look at the two people dancing."

Confused about what I said. The man looked at me with a tired, irritated face.

"Huh? Do you mean the movie poster at the front? Where is your ticket then?"

I knew right away that I do not have a ticket, nor do I have the money to buy one. I quickly shoved his hand and tried to run past him, but he caught me easily because of how weak my body was.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, BRAT?!"

When the man yelled at me, the whole crowd got their attention from us. I tried struggling from his grip, but it was no use.

He threw me out, and I was left there in front of the cinema enduring another pain caused by the man.

"It hurts…"

People were just staring at me, they are no different from the people who were in the slums. None of them cared for someone like me.

None of them...

"Are you okay, young lady?"

******** TO BE CONTINUED ********