Prologue

"I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't mean it!"

"You really don't get it, do you? You're so impressionable, why don't you just leave and be with those…those things instead? Stupid girl."

"But I wanna stay here! And I'm just saying…."

"SHUT UP!"

She went down with a thud. The young girl was hit in the face with a glass bottle, a beer bottle her angry father had been drinking out of. The bottle shattered on her face as she fell down, leaving lots of marks and cuts, but one stood out. One cut looked worse than all the others: the one going down her left eye.

"Ungrateful brat."

Her father stormed off, realizing he'd made his point. The young girl just laid there and cried as the slash on her face bled. She couldn't understand what was wrong with what she said or why her father felt like she deserved to be hurt for it. She was still far too young.

Regardless, it changed her. She grew cold and distant just to avoid the pain. She also knew she didn't want anyone else to feel this way. Like many, her life experiences became the catalyst for who she wanted to become. However, her memories, and therefore her actions and development as a whole person, are forever scarred for the same reasons.

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction piece on this site, or any site, for that matter. I haven't done something like this in a really long time (since I was 8? Does that even count?), and I'm trying to ease my way back in. Apologies if I don't show a lot of skill, I'm doing my best with limited time, particularly now with finals coming up (I'm a college freshman btw). I'll try my best to upload chapters on a regular basis.

All feedback (comments, criticisms, favorites, etc.) is appreciated, and thanks for reading! Chapter 1 is up, and Chapter 2 will hopefully be up soon. Hope you enjoy!

EDIT: Adding a disclaimer: RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum. All credit and love and praise and other mushy things goes to them.