Author's note:Story mentions slight sensitive topics so proceed with caution. If your uncomfortable with reading than please turn back. Features OC.
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A slight,soft and terrified whimper was let out by a tiny female child before giving out a meek shout as she was punched in the face by her supposed 'caretaker'. Proceeding to get dragged out into the open sun,she was simply tossed outside like an unwanted rag doll.

At least that was what everyone around her says. All because she was different. All because of her parentage.

It sickens her to the core,but she cannot feel anything.

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"Potato head!" A boy mocked,pointing at the female with no identity or name in this place she was forced to call home."Your hair is sooooo brown! Ugly like a potato!" The mockery continued.

"Why so quiet? Mute or deaf?!" Another voice rang in her ears,feeling a sharp pain while her horrendous hair was getting roughly tugged."Look at her eyes! Mixed blood." Disgust hinted in their tone.

A bell from the distant rang,signalling for everyone to go to the cafeteria for dinner,making her tormentors all go away,leaving her in a cold corner.

Her stomach grumbled,she was hungry,REALLY hungry.

Making tiny strides towards the cafeteria,hoping for a piece of bread to at least be available,anything to fill her empty stomach.

But,at las,she was stopped by THE caretaker."Dirty little missy,where are you going?"

She responded."The cafeteria,I haven't eaten for a long time,I'm hungry."That one sentence shocked everyone around the emerald-green eyed female.However,it was also that one sentence that officially made her life into a living hell.

The girl was isolated,shunned by her peers for being a bastard and being completely different. Unfairly blamed for anything and everything,treated without any care.

Always hungry,always sad,there was no hope.

One night,she was peacefully sleeping even with all the bruises and dried blood on her face. She was awoken from getting dragged out of her bed.

Thrown outside where the full moon was glistening in the night,the surroundings being extremely cold for the skinny sized girl.

"You stole the bread from the pantry,didn't you you nasty bug."The caretaker questioned,furious from the realisation that food was missing. And clearly the first person she pin pointed was the girl with no name.

The young female,trembled in fear at the large woman in front of her,tears profusely running down her cheeks like those of pearls falling from a broken string.

Knowing full well that she was innocent,she shook her head,bring on her knees at the same time."I didn't,really!"

All that was heard on that supposed beautiful night was the gruesome scream of a child.

Suddenly,something inside her snapped and shattered.

From that day on,she never felt pain again.

When misfortune came upon her,she never cried or scream,all in due fear that she would receive worse when she did so. The brownette continued to suffer in silence,as lifeless as a dead flower.

Denying was a waste of time.

After all,no one would believe her.

So why even try?

Morning came again,everyone in the orphanage were brought to a park to have a fun day.

However,the girl stood blankly beside her caretaker,her broken right arm limply beside her,a rope around her waist as she stared at her peers,tormentors all looking innocent to those by standers. But,she did not care,not anymore.

Little did she knew that hope was always around.

"Sorry to bother you,but why is this child being tied up?"A kind voice from above spoke up,the female simply looked up to see a lady in her mid 60s.

The elderly woman slowly bent down to reach the girl's eye level,making sure not to break eye contact."Nice to meet you young one,my name is Koemi Naki,what's yours young one?"

The caretaker scoffed."She's got no name,parents never gave her one. After all,who would want to name a child born from r***?"

Koemi simply nodded."I see." She stared at the child."You must have been very alone young one,your eyes show how much pain you must have gone through."she said as she stood back up.

The child's previously glistening green emerald like eyes were now dull and lifeless,clearly from the result of her now numb feelings.

"I'll like to adopt her."Koemi commented,shocking both the girl and caretaker who stuttered before agreeing,obviously happy from having one less mouth to feed.

Passing the rope binding the girl over to Koemi,the cruel caretaker took her leave and left. Once she disappeared,Koemi immediately untied the rope around the brownette's waist.

Holding out her hand,Koemi proceeded to carefully hold the young female's hand,the girl still had the same expression on her face,but a small sparkle could be seen in her eyes as she stared at the her saviour from hell.

Her hand was different from anything the girl touched.

It was warm.

Welcoming

And most importantly,

Accepting.

"Ah I remember! I forgot to give you a name. Forgetful me."Koemi apologised staring at the small female beside her.

"How about Kinuko Naki?"

And for the first time,Kinuko smiled.

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DoNe,first short story completed! I do hope you all like it! If you guys can figure something out than I'll salute you!

See ya! And criticism is appreciated!