This is the prologue! I hope you like it!

I wish some one could feel my pain. How many years I suffered in his hands. But then again, she did it too. I called him 'dad' and her 'mom'. I felt so alone all those years. Just because of their suffering and pain. They didn't care about my pain and suffering. My innocent eyes have cried more than anyone I know. My smile, that I always smile, is fake. My laugh is fake. How I act in front of people is an act. No one knows, but my best friend. But not even she knows how bad it is. I want to show everyone how I am, but I, just, can't. No matter what I do, the mask won't come off. The act stays fake. The smile stays fake. The laugh stays fake. The eyes still cry when no one sees. I'm called beautiful and cute all the time, but I know they are right. I'm not beautiful or cute. I'm scared to show any parts of my body, but I still wear skirts. Yet, you will NEVER see me in a short sleeve shirt. I have so many scars that I'm scared to be seen sometimes. I just turned sixteen, but as people sang to me, my smile was still fake. I said thank you, but in my mind I wondered 'how can they pretend everything's alright?' I used to make myself bleed until I promised my best friend I wouldn't. That was a week ago. Almost every one thinks I'm a ray of sunshine. But I'm not. I can't get over what they did to me all those years. I was in therapy for a while, but I could never talk to them. I, first, put on the mask so my 'grandpa' would stop worrying. I say 'grandpa' because he adopted me. But it was out of pity. His daughter and son-in-law did those things to me. He knows too, but he doesn't know how it felt. No one does. I couldn't hurt a kid no matter what. I, also, can't see a kid cry without doing something. If someone were to hit me, I wouldn't be hurt. It takes a lot to hurt me; physically or emotionally. Sometimes I wonder if my pain is like me, alone. My best friend tells me all the time I'm not alone, but she's wrong. I know it, deep in my heart. Sometime, though, I wish I wasn't. I just wish someone would save me from my pain and suffering. Enough of my whining. It's not good for my act. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. My name's Mikan Sakura. Actually it's Mikan Yukihara, but I don't want anyone to know who my parents are so I changed my last name. My best friend is Hortaru.

Currently, I'm getting ready for school. I still wear pig tails even though I'm sixteen. So, I put on my fake smile and walk out my door. Because this is how my life is. Fake smiles, fake laughter, fake act. It's my mask. That I wish I never had.

That's the end of the prologue. I hope you liked it! Please

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