An eighteen year old girl named Evanescence lay out on the grass with her hands under her head, headphones blaring music into her ears as she stared at the silky night sky blotted with blue-white stars.
The sounds of screaming, profanities, and glass shattering cut through the quiet night air like a knife, originating from the house behind Evanescence.
She sighed and turned the volume up on her CD player until the music blocked out the noises.
"God...I hate my life," she murmured as she re-settled herself in the grass. "At least the sky is pretty."
A short while later, Evanescence removed her headphones and strained her hearing to figure if it was safe to go inside.
With silence being her answer, she got up and made her way inside.
The kitchen was a disaster zone; broken beer bottles, plates and glasses littered the floor and counter-top and trash was strewn everywhere.
Evanescence carefully weaved her way through the mess and made her way to her room. Once she had reached the refuge of her room, she closed and locked the door. She leaned with her back against it and surveyed her room.
It was a tiny space, with only enough room for the pallet of three old ragged sheets and a small oak dresser that housed what little wardrobe she had. It had once been the laundry room, but her parents had built a larger room and forced her in to the old one.
With a sigh, she made her way to the dresser and set her CD player and headphones. She then undressed in the dark and slipped in to an over-sized black nightshirt and crawled under the sheet of her pallet. She stared at the ceiling until she was overcome by sleep and her eyelids drooped close.
The next morning Evanescence awoke and dressed in her usual attire of a long-sleeved black jacket, black ankle-length cargo pants with chains dangling from the sides, a black spike-studded collar, black shoes, and a silver dragon necklace on a tarnished black chain. After applying a little bit of eyeshadow and powdering her cheeks, she went into the kitchen and rummaged around for something to eat.
She settled herself down at the table with a bowl of corn flakes with a little bit of milk.
As she ate, her mother shuffled in.
Mrs. Tusuki was a mess. Her thin face was bruised, her collar-bone length dark red hair was disheveled and a portion of it was plastered to the side of her face and neck while the rest hung in frizzy whirls. Her once emerald eyes were dull and the whites of her eyes were tinged with yellow and bloodshot. A burgundy nightgown hung off her frail body and fuzzy pink slippers graced her dainty feet. A half-burned cigarette hung from her pale bottom lip.
Evanescence kept her eyes focused on her spoon as her mother slowly made her way to the coffee pot sitting on the counter.
After pouring herself a cup of coffee in one of the few remaining mugs, Mrs. Tusuki sat down at the table. She took the cigarette from her mouth and a lighter from her pocket and started flicking it.
She looked up at her daughter after lighting her cigarette. "Aren't you going to tell your mother mornin'? Huh, stupid little bitch?"
Evanescence bit her tongue to keep from snapping at her mother. "Morning...Mother." she said after a few moments in the most controlled tone she could manage.
"Better." Mrs. Tusuki took a sip of coffee.
Deciding it better to leave than stay in her mother's presence, Evanescence put away her dish in the sink and headed for the door.
"Where the hell you think you're off to?!" Mrs. Tusuki demanded.
"Out." her daughter replied bluntly as she shut the door behind her.
Evanescence made her way through town, headed for one of the few places she enjoyed being at: a cyber cafe named The Black Dragon's Den. She normally hung around and played video games, if they had any out that she was interested in.
Due to how early in the morning it was, the place was nearly empty.
One of the main workers, a twenty-three year old male with sandy blonde hair, half put up in bright red spikes, greeted her warmly as she walked in. "Hey Eva!"
He set down the magazine he was looking at. "How are you doin'?"
"Fine..." She looked down at the list of available games. "Not much good, it seems." She drummed her long black painted fingernails on the counter-top out of habit.
"Nah...just a bunch of fighter games."
Evanescence's frown deepened. "Feh. Guess I'll be back next week."
"Aw. Won't stay and keep me company?"
She shook her head. "No, Daren."
His face fell. "Okay..."
"Bye." She left the cafe, hands stuffed in her pockets.
She walked through the crowded streets of town, wandering aimlessly as she tried to think of something to do. After a short time, she found herself in front of the library. Deciding it was better than wandering outside, she instead wandered the aisles, scanning the book-shelves half-heartedly under the Fantasy section.
The title of one book suddenly caught her eye.
She pulled it out and looked at the cover. "'The Fire Rose.' Picture looks interesting at least. Must be some kinda beast-thing." She thrummed through the first several pages to see what it was like. Deciding she liked it, she went to the front desk and checked it out.
She then headed out to the park, a quiet and serene place where she lay under an oak tree to read until dark.
Later that night, she lay out in the backyard as she did every night, her parents' fighting echoed in the still night air.
"Bitch bitch bitch...pointless bitching. Could I just have a peaceful night for once? I hate my life..."
She blinked in surprise as a shooting star zipped across the sky. "A...shooting star?" She closed her eyes. I never believed in wishes...but this is what I want more than anything in the world...I wish I had someone to take me away from here...that actually cared about me. With the idea buzzing in her mind, she absently fell asleep.