Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Crash ❯ My Depression ( Chapter 1 )

AN: Hi! This is my second story. It's sad. Almost made me cry. But please read it and review. I hope you all like it, and all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Crash

Chapter one: My depression

Crash! A beer bottle fell to the ground and broke into a million pieces. My mother screamed and backed into a corner, as my father approached her like a cheetah about to get its diner. I was backed into a wall, my arm bleed from the pieces of glass that were thrown into it.

"You're a whore! A pathetic bitching whore!" My father yelled at my mother, his beer stenched breath reaching to my nostrils. My Mother whimpered as he came on top of her and knocked her unconscious.

He then turned to me, done with his first prey and ready for his second. I caught my breath and tried to sink into the wall, it didn't work. My father gapped me and threw me onto the couch. "You're the one I want." He said as he lay on top of me.

I winced. "Dad your drunk, please stop this." I said meekly.

He smirked and kissed me, "I'm not your dad, I'm your step dad." He said, correcting my facts even being drunk. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting for it to be over. The last thing I felt that night was my shirt being pulled off, then I fell into the numb depression of my life.

The next morning I woke up. I lay in my bed, the door of my room closed and locked. I could here my mothers crying from down stairs, and my father's snores in the room next to mine. As I sat up a cold blast of air hit my body, and I realized that my body had bruises and blood all over it. I got up and took a shower, then put on long black pants and a short sleeved black shirt, with some arm warmers. All of my bruises and cuts were covered.

I got down stairs and found my mom lying on the couch crying in her sleep, and the whole front room a mess. But there was no time to deal with that, I had to go to school, so I just threw on my backpack and walked out of the building. Man was that backpack heavy. The walk to school seemed to take forever. Each step hurt, each breath hurt. I finally got to school, and into my class, sitting down with a sigh of relief. The bell rung seconds after and everyone scurried into class, followed by the teacher.

The teacher started giving us questions about what we had read about yesterday, and as always Shuichi Minamino was the first to raise his hand each time. Shuichi was the smartest kid in school, though he was gone a lot. He had long-ish red hair, and bright green eyes. I never really had talked to him, only when I need something explained better than what the teacher could do, but other then that I never really spent the time to get to know the guy.

"Cris! Cris!" a voice said, breaking me out of my thought. My friend, Val, was shaking my arm.

I winced in pain and looked up at her, "Yes?"

Val took a step back at my wince, and then continued, "Weren't you listening? You are paired with Shuichi for your project!" She said panicking. I shrugged and held my arm. Val sighed, "I don't think you get it. You have to work with Shuichi on your Language Arts project!"

I shrugged again, "I don't care. At least I'll get an A." I stood up and limped over to Shuichi's deck, "We're grouped then." Shuichi looked up at me and nodded. I sighed, "Okay, so when are we going to work on it?"

Shuichi stood up and gave me a slip of paper with his address on it, "Come over at 5:00." I nodded and limped out of the classroom. Once I got out of the building I decided I had two choices, one was to go home and the other was to go to the park. I blinked and walked to the park on instinct. Leaning against a tree I pulled out a sketch book and started drawing.

At 5:00 sharp I got up from the park and knocked on Shuichi's door. And there I waited, backpack in my hand. A woman with long black hair, and shinning brown eyes opened the door, "Oh, you must be Cristina." The women said, letting me in.

"Yeah, but you can call me Cris." I told her taking off my shoes and looking around at the beautiful home.

Shuichi walked over to me and smiled, "You didn't have to bring your backpack." He said, taking it from me and putting it in a closet.

I smiled, "I actually didn't go home, so I kind of had to bring it with me."

The women, who I figured was Shuichi's mother, looked at me, "Then do you need to call home or something?"

I shook my head, "They'll know where I am. It's okay." I bowed, and followed Shuichi up to his room. Shuichi shut the door behind me and sat down on a chair. I stood and watched him.

"You can take off your sweater." He said pointing to a chair I could sit on. I shook my head again and sat down on the chair.

"So what are we going to do for the project?"

An Hour later we had decided to finish our project later, and therefore I got up. But while we were working I have to take off the arm warmers, and lost them on the way. SO Shuichi and I were looking around for them, when he found them and I put them on, accidentally taking off my sweater and letting him see all the bruises and cuts. As soon as I realized what I had done I fixed it, but Shuichi didn't mention anything about it.

I went home to find my dad out cold, and my mom sleeping in her room. I locked myself in my room and quickly changed, then sunk into my bed and sighed. Life for me was never perfect. I picked up the knife at the side of my bed. My father hurt me enough, but I… I couldn't help it. I took the knife and put it up to my arm then made a deep cut down to my hand. The pain ran through my body, in some sort of pleasure. It wasn't right, but it's just what I did.

The next day I woke up at 1:00 pm, my sheet was soaked in blood and I looked at my arm. It was numb. I sat up and wrapped my arm in a bandage, then put on a long sleeve black shirt that said, "My Imaginary Friend says you have problems." And long black pants. I walked down stairs to find my mom had cleaned and left a letter saying she went out shopping for Food. Dad was still asleep, and luckily too. I got some cereal and sat down, ate it, and opened the door to go draw something. I saw Shuichi leaning on a pole in front of my house. He actually looked pretty cute, wearing blue jeans, a white shirt, and an orange coat over it. I stopped and starred at him.

"Hi." Shuichi greeted me, friendlily.

I nodded and walked out of my house, shutting the door behind me, "Why are you here?" I asked the obvious question.

"Yesterday….." He said, like he was hoping I'd understand.

I did, he wanted to know about the scars and such. I rolled my eyes, "It's none of your business. You're not even my friend, so I don't see why you care." I said coldly. He looked a little hurt, but I didn't care, all I did was walk away. Why did he even care about it?

Kurama walked over to Yusuke's house, where Hiei, Yusuke, and Botan were waiting for him. He walked into the apartment and into Yusuke's room.

"What took you so long?" Yusuke asked, throwing a happy sack into the air.

Kurama sat down and smiled, "I was visited some girl." Yusuke and Botan looked Kurama, both wanting more details. Kurama sighed and decided to explain. "She's my partner for a project in language arts, and last night she come over. When she was leaving I saw that she had Bruises and cuts all up her arm, so I went over to her house to see why."

Yusuke looked at Kurama, a bit concerned, "Did she tell you?" He asked. Kurama shook his head.

"Where does she live?" Botan asked. Kurama told her the address and got a gasp from both Hiei and Botan. Though Hiei's was more of a sarcastic gasp.

"I can go check it out if you want." Botan said. Kurama nodded, and then started talking about new things.

I just finished my draw for the day; it was of a Japanese Garden in the back yard of some person's house. So I got up and walked over to a park, sat down and closed my eyes, wanting some peace and quiet.

"Hi! You must be Cris!" A blue haired freak said, sitting next to me.

I looked at her and then closed my eyes again, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

The girl smiled, "I'm Botan. I just wanted to ask you something." She said.

I raised my eyebrows and shrugged, "Shoot."

"Why do you have Bruises and cuts?" She asked.

I stood up, getting really pissed, "What, does everyone care about my home life now!?! Just leave me alone." I yelled running over to my house and slamming the door, big mistake. My dad sat up and looked at me. He had a hang over, but `luckily' for him there were three full beer bottles next to the couch.

"Where's the whore?" He asked me. He always called my mom a whore. But she wasn't, she was nice, and funny, or at least that's how she used to be. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. My father glared at me.

I winced. Rape was the only thing I could think of at that point, not again. Not again, I kept repeating this in my head, making it spin. My father stood up and drank a bottle of beer. I took in a deep breath, He wasn't drunk yet, I had some time to leave the house.

I ran up to my room and grabbed a bag that was already packed with a blanket, pillow, my journal, pens, sketch book, and some Oreo's, A girl can't live without her Oreo's. And I jumped out the window, to the tree, and climbed down the tree. Then I ran to my park. Ironically set next to Shuichi's house.

"Stupid…" I murmured, pulling out the blanket and pillow, and then laying down. Amazingly Irony just had to continue and it started to rain, so I moved under a tree so I had some protection.

As I looked up through the branches I heard a noise, and looked up to see Shuichi walking out of his house with some short black haired punk. I watched as they were joined by a black haired kid, an orange haired kid and Botan. The black haired Kid I recognized as Yusuke Uramishi, the greatest punk in Japan, and the orange haired kid was Kuzuma Kuwabara, the wannabe punk who was friends with Yusuke. The rain soaked all of those people, but none of them seemed to care. Kuzuma seemed to be making fun of the short kid, and Yusuke and Shuichi were trying to stop him. Botan though, looked over at me. I turned away looked at the tree, hoping she didn't recognize me.

A couple of minutes later there were footsteps and I turned around to see Botan, Shuichi, The short kid, Yusuke, and Kuwabara. I sighed and glared at them, "Can't a girl have her privacy?" I asked, with as much attitude as I could.

"Well you happen to be in a public park." Shuichi said sitting down.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here in the rain? Don't you have a home?" Yusuke asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh course I have a home, idiot."

Yusuke smiles, "And why aren't you at your home?"

I tried my best to do a sweet smile and said, "Because I hate it there."

"And why is that?"

"Because I do." I said, getting really pissed at this point. Yusuke shrugged. The short Kid was standing farther away then the rest of them, and he was glaring at Kuzuma.

Shuichi smiled and stood up, "Okay." He walked over to the short kid, and both of them walked away. Yusuke, Kuzuma, and Botan looked at Shuichi leave and then ran after them. Finally I had some peace. And with that I fell asleep.