Chapter 1: My Life Could Depend On It

Greetings, everyone! Thanks for dropping by and taking a chance to read my story. =) This is the edited version of the original story. If you're a reviewer who has read the first version, you'll have to review as a guest. Sorry! And to anyone new: I'm glad you decided to join the crew! Feel free to ask questions at any time during the story in either a review or a PM.

Welcome to an adventure of mystery, romance, humour, angst, and everything in between!

~Square Root of Three √3

Me? I'm on the run right now.

No, there isn't a cop chasing me with a gun, no old lady waving her purse angrily at me, and no kid crying for his lollipop or balloon.

Then what am I running from, you ask?

I suppose the answer to that would be... my life.

My old life, that is. Well, I guess it's not that old considering I just got released a year ago.

Do you want to know what happened? Then I suppose I'll start with my parents. Well, they were great people. My mom was a teacher at a well-known elementary school and my dad was an engineer, working with broken computers and fixing them in no time at all. Now, if you were observant and were wondering why I used the past tense, it's because they're dead. They died just a week ago.

Apparently, the news reporters described the deaths as an "accident". My parents were driving home from work one day and some idiot decided to J-walk. So out of instinct, my dad stepped on the breaks and luckily the guy survived, but the car steered out of control and crashed into a tree. At least, that's how everyone thinks they died.

But I know it's not true.

First of all, my mom is so paranoid about hitting someone while driving that she has to triple check to make sure that there are no pedestrians. Secondly, they died in the living room of our house. I can tell because there are still some blood stains on the carpet that couldn't be washed off.

And also, I was the one who killed them. I stabbed a knife right in their flesh and watched them die with expressions of horror and confusion. They were probably thinking, did we really raise up a murderer?

Well, I guess it's not really their fault since I've only been living with them for about a year. I spent the other 14 years of my life in a basement. (I guess that would make me 15.) I didn't really know where I was the entire time, but I did know that there were lots of other kids there too. Some older, some younger, but all there for the same purpose—experiments.

Before I go on, let me warn you about this: Scientists are evil.

I would know, since they were the ones who "looked after" us.

Anyways, it was pretty cool at first since we only had to share a room with one other person, which left lots of extra space. Everything was great until you got called to go upstairs one-by-one. I'm not going to explain in detail what they did to you, but if you thought jumping off a 50-storey building then landing with your head crooked sideways was scary, then you've seen nothing yet.

Fourteen years, I've been trapped in that place. Fourteen years of pure hell.

When they finally released me last year, I couldn't have been happier. My parents came to pick me up and the minute they saw me, they ran up to me and began to cry. I've never actually thought about leaving the scientists since I had always assumed that I would be stuck there forever, but man, it felt great to have parents who care about you.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, though, I knew I could never be a normal kid. Not after everything I've been through.

After arriving home, we had a little celebration, ate cake, blew candles, that sort of fun stuff. A few weeks later, I was enrolled into a nearby school. My parents and I had agreed to keep my past with the scientists a secret and just say that I had been homeschooled up until now.

On the first day, a boy named Kyo was assigned to show me around the school. After a while, he became my first real friend after my release and I had finally started to believe I might be able to live a normal life. Boy, was I wrong.

About two months after I started school, when the whole scientist incident had been forgotten, it came back to kick me in the butt. No, they hadn't decided to let me to that easily. Next thing I knew, I was at Kyo's house working on a project when his little brother came home from school. Then, I felt myself walking towards him and pulling out a knife from my pocket that I didn't even know I had. And I struck it down on him.

I tried to stop, I swear to you. I tried as hard as I could to resist bringing the knife down and slashing the little boy. But you know what? It was as if I couldn't control my body anymore. All I could do was watch in horror as I killed my friend's brother with my own hands.

Kyo stopped talking to me after that. He asked the teacher to switch seats the next day so that he could be as far away from me as possible. I couldn't blame him; who would want to stay near a murderer?

That was a month ago. Just when I thought that things had calmed down, the "accident" last week happened with my parents. So now, I've packed up all my belongings and am currently headed towards the next town where my uncle and cousin live. I called them and they generously agreed to accept me into their house. I'm going to be attending a new school—Ouran Academy. It's a school for rich kids and my cousin got a scholarship, but they talked to the chairman and he agreed to let me in if I study hard and don't fall behind. I guess that sort of makes me like a refugee.

But I know that the battle isn't over, at least not yet.

I didn't know how, but I did know that the scientists are behind all this. And one day, I will get them back for all the things that they've done to me.

Now that you know my story, you've got to promise me not to tell anyone. Never trust people in white coats especially.

My life could depend on it.

So what did you think? I quite like this rewrite compared to the original one. (Wow, I changed a lot.) My OC's name is Kakusa Himitsu, which literally translates into "Hidden Secrets". She has a rather interesting past, doesn't she? Scientists, experiments... what will the Host Club think of her?

I'm not completely done the rewrite yet, but I have a few chapters written. I'll try to update whenever I can.

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~Square Root of Three √3