Abusive Family

Ame had decided on calling their first born daughter Shibu, which is Japanese for shiv. Her shiv has done a lot of miracle work when it came to slaying her victims. To honor such a tool, she blessed their daughter with its holy name.

She watched in content at Himae feeding her baby, her leg was curled up against her chest. Ame was searching for a certain feeling that would bring life to her. One that she didn't want to kill just from listening to their voice. A temper release like how one feels about someone chewing too loudly. Smacking their lips while they ate and so on. Ame couldn't stand certain tones that resemble a male figure, all thanks to her abusive father. The over confidence, masculine ambition. She favored their cries for help, the fear they make when they know death is coming for them.

"I killed my brother."

She openly said to Himae, letting the fire crackle in between them.

"Before he would turn into some women beater like my asshole of a father. He would bully me from time to time. Starting as harmless pranks, but they slowly escalated... I couldn't vent out or I'll be punched. I killed animals, tortured them. It made me feel strong, stronger than the weakly I was."

She lowered her face against her own knee. Finally opening herself up to the one person she tolerates, that she actually likes.

"I don't know... it got so out of hand that even my own beaten mother scolded me for it. Court claims my parents seeked help for me, but they didn't. Then one day when I was ten, my brother almost pushed me down a flight of concrete stairs. Something snapped, if what I would describe as joy."

A sly smile creased her lips, a bit a red flushed her lips with a sparkle below her eye.

"I beat him. Once he was on the ground, I held his face against the concrete stair and kicked his face in. Over and over. I laughed, people screamed at me. Someone pulled me away. His blood flowed down the stairs and I was overjoyed. I don't regret what I've done..."

She sniffled a little, wiping her face clean with a shake of her head. A smile pursed up, pulling the stick of meat away from the roasting fire. Ame doesn't expect any kind of empathy or sharing stories, she is just open. She trusts Himae, and to her, she's all she has in this world. Now with a baby daughter. Ame moved herself next to Himae, picking up Shibu once finished breast feeding. She hummed softly to her, a gentle song that was slowed and stretched like one would hear in a horror movie.