Chapter 1: The Letter

"Sissy, the postman is here."

A girl with layered raven hair dashed outside, slamming the door, and leaving the wind chimes ringing loudly. She stumbled downstairs outside of the tiny apartment building only with her shoes half on. Her hair was in a messy bun with an ordinary outfit with no significance. Of course, this was an ordinary August, another ordinary summer day.

There was a loud screech from the postman's bike. He look stunned, no, frightened at the girl who nearly killed herself by rushing outside just for a letter. Yes, a letter.

Then, of course, this was no ordinary letter, this was a letter that can change this girls life forever. The postman stood firmly in his feet, trying to not shake his legs. Staring at the girl, this maybe, so called "ordinary" girl with intense golden eyes, yet full of eagerness.

"Is my letter here yet?" She asked with a composed tone.

"Ah, yes. Your umm… letter." The postman managed.

The girl raised an eyebrow and looked at the postman suspiciously. "You do have a letter for me right?"

"Yes! Yes, of course," the postman reached into his bag and rummaged through a few letters until he found what her was looking for. "I suppose you're Ms. Ayuzawa."

The girl nodded gratefully and thanked the postman. She took the letter and began to rip it anxiously while going up the stairs. Her heart beat against her chest hard. She was excited, however there was also a part of her where there was fear. She slowly ripped up the last of the envelope and unfolded the neat creamy paper. It took her a couple seconds to skim through the letter.

"Suzuna! I got in! I got into Seika High!" She yelled happily. She ran happily and hugged her sister.

"I guess all that all those dark circles were worth it, sissy." She was happy for her sister, who has worked hard to get into her dream school.

The girl climbed onto her bunk, and threw herself on the bed. She hugged her pillow, excited, for her upcoming days. She grabbed her left wrist, which was always covered by a big comfortable watch. It was her bad habit of protecting her left wrist.

"Seika High, here I come." She whispered. Cynthia, I'll show you what I can accomplish with my own strength.

A familiar surrounding frightened me. This was the place I dreaded the most, my home. Mother died recently and I was I was still in my funeral clothes. My hands were closed tightly on the locket mother gave me. I treasured it, however, I also hated it. It was so confusing to have all these overwhelming feelings... I was tired. Tired of everything. I wanted to leave. Leave this dreadful place and somewhere I can depend on myself. I didn't need my father, or should I call him Mr. Leonhart now? My black dress suddenly felt so heavy and my eyes were too. I stopped running towards the exit. It was like this every single time. I see her, standing in front of me, laughing. Her perfect blonde curls into place. Her evil blue eyes staring down at me. I tried to get up, away from her. And my scar haunts me wherever I go. Whenever I look at my left wrist. I feel crushed again. I never will be weak again...