So i've decided i'm going to use this for my stories i write occasionally. but don't get too attached, i rarely finish them b/c i lose interest easily. anywho, i came up with this piece kinda out of nowhere, it's a bit o' fantasy fictionish thingy. I call it BELOVED.

Prologue

Suki sat and stared at her still fingers hovering over the keys of her computer. Her room was dark, her head hurt like hell, as the light from the monitor filled her solemn silhouette. She was bent unattractively over the pulled out rest for her keyboard, her shoulder length brown hair hanging down her bruised face. Her bare slender legs were crossed neatly in her high backed computer chair as her thin wrists rested against the wood of her desk. A large baggy T-shirt hung loosely on her small frame; she was too thin, with too large brown eyes. She sighed and stared down at her arms once more, away from the disheartened blank document. She had bruises and various cuts, so very unattractive. She loved her hands though, her beautiful hands. Her fingers were long and slender with fine white nails at each of her fingertips. They were delicate just like the rest of her, simple yet somehow so very valuable to her. A banging on her locked door made her jump and twist in her chair to watch the shadow of her mother dart in the small crack under her door. 
"Suki, are you all right? Please, let me see your face." Without control her frame began to shake lightly at the fear of facing her mother. 
"Please mother I'm fine, not even a mark I promise." She flinched as her mother pounded herself against the door, the knob twisting futilely. She probably didn't even remember that it was her that had bruised her hours ago. 
"Suki dammit open this god damn door! Let me in Suki! LISTEN TO ME!" Suki turned back to her monitor, trying her best to ignore the screams. Her voice was shaking despite herself.
"Mother please, go to bed. I'm a bad child I know it. Just please, I'll see you in the morning." Her mother stopped pounding, her fists were bruised for sure after that episode. Suki would have to lie to her again in the morning.
"I won't go to bed until your father gets home Suki, you know that." She flinched, and whispered quietly to her hands in her lap.
"Father's dead." She sat motionless, quiet, barely even breathing for a few moments until she heard her mother retreat back to their living room. She let go a breath she didn't even know she was holding and stared again at her monitor. It was useless, if she couldn’t find something to write about before she wouldn't find anything in her to write about now. She wanted to disappear, to fade and never have to face her mother again. She was such a beautiful woman, but she couldn't handle her father's death. She broke in only a few weeks, but Suki could never leave her. She was the only person in the world her mother had left. Her slender fingers found her face in the darkness, illuminated by the mechanical light of her monitor, the blank white document before her. The little cursor blinked mockingly as she gingerly traced the skin around her left eye down to her cheekbone and jaw. Her mother had thrown a shoe at her in anger, saying that she had driven her father away, that she was the one who made him leave. The swelling wasn't bad; it would be gone by morning but would leave behind a terrible bruise. She wished she didn't bruise so easily. 
Suki grit her teeth together in anger, she was angry with her mother, with the world at that instant. Things completely outside of her ability and power occurred without any type of instigation by her and for some reason everything, everything around her fell onto her shoulders. Her fingers found the keys before she could stop herself:

I hate you; Father killed himself because YOU cheated

Suki swallowed hard and stared at her hateful words, but her heart wouldn't allow her to backspace them away. She saved and closed the document before shutting off her monitor and plunging herself into total darkness.