Half Alive

Half Alive

Summary: She had never really had anyone, never. Her family was her maids and servants. Rarely did she talk. After being home schooled for a long time she is finally able to go to school. What will happen?

B/N: -yawns- Wow….anyone know how long its been since I've WRITTEN!? Do you know how much I HATE being grounded? It fucking sucks! Once I'm grounded I have NO imagination! And it's even worse because even AFTER I'm ungrounded my brain is still malfunctioning! So, to shorten my rant: Groundation sucks. Here's a new story, and in a while I'll be back in routine with my other stories.

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The only sound that could be heard was nothing. Yes nothing. It's a beautiful sound, especially if that's how you are. I am nothing, much rather a nobody. I was born sometime in the fall, October or November I think. I really don't know. Why, because every year in either October or November they do something for my birthday. Who are they? They are my servants in the household.

"Young Mistress, you should be asleep!" Shizune, my personal maid whispered as she found me walking the corridors. I must have been too deep in thought to not notice my 'nothingness' disappear.

I just shrugged it off. These servants, I guess you can say are like my family. They also serve, these people. What do you guys call them? I believe you call them 'parents' and 'siblings' if I have either any.

Shizune pulls on my much too slender arms. I purposely eat little. I don't know why. I think I do it for self punishment. I believe I shouldn't be alive.

I now notice what replaced my nothingness sound. It's Shizune's heels clicking on the linoleum floor. I yearn to sigh, but I don't, I don't do anything at all, nothing at all, literally. I'm not really allowed to do anything for myself. I'm lucky if I can open a damned door! Whatever though, I hate it yes, but whoever my parents are, they pay for this.

"Young Mistress, why are you in these grubby clothes?" Shizune asks.

What wrong with my clothes? I'm wearing that stupid white corset dress that drags on the floor with the rather long sleeves. Why do I need a corset anyways? I'm too thin for my own good anyways, right? Anyways this IS the clothing I wore for dinner. Why do I change my clothes every three hours?

"You should be in your night gown!" She hisses.

I fight down a shudder. How I hate dresses and gown. Aren't they the same thing anyways? Gah! I really am going insane.

Shizune shows me to my room, thankfully its red and black. At least I was able to let them know (by nods of approval and disapproval) what colors I wanted. Shizune disappears for a little bit, only to come back with a black silk night gown.

"You know Young Mistress," Shizune says as starts unlacing the strings of the corset part on my dress, "Master Ryden has decided to let you go to a public school."

My jaw wanted to drop with my dress. Who ever this 'Master Richard' is, he's had me home schooled since kindergarten. Thoughts began racing through my head. I didn't even notice when I got into bed, or when I actually fell asleep.

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B/n: Tell me, good or bad?