So cold, yet so hot.

Fathers point of view-

Just at the sight of her and it makes my blood boil, and my mind rage. She is the reason that Sona died, if not for her red hair and her red eyes, then Sona would never had killed herself. I hate my daughter with a passion unmatched by any know subject. I never cared for her or the curse she brought to my family. As I take another sip of vodca, she comes through the door.

"where have you been, your late." I said, trying not to show my hatered tword her.

girls point of view-

"I had to walk home today father, the bus wouldn't waight for me." I said, knowing my father would be furious with me.

"That is no exscuse, you ungratefull wrench." He screamed at me as he got up from his chair. I knew what would happen next, he would beat me until he got tired, like everynight ever since my mother had killed herself. The pain shot through my head as the first punch was thrown from my father. He grabe me by the arm and threw me across the room, he was drunk like always when I got home, he hasn't been sober since her death. He was shaking me and the pain was unbearable, as he yelled at me that my mothers death was my fault. I have heard it a million times, but I couldn't hear him through the pain. My body was on fire and I started to cry, whishing it would go away that it would stop.

Finally my father got tierd and sent me to my room, like usual he never touched my face so no one would ask. Although I don't have a single friend or alli, I always avoid everyone so they don't ask why I always wear a long sleaved turtle neck. I'm the freak in my school, I never socialize so my grades are very good and I have no trouble with any one. It is because of my red eyes and hair, they make me look like I'm on fire, even though I'm always so cold. The pain my father caused me today still hurts, but I stoped crying since I was seven, I deal with the pain and the bruses everyday. I hate my father, but without him my life would probably be worse than it is now.

I changed out of my school uniform, and into something more comfertable. I grabed my favorite pair of genes and my black turtle neck, then putting on my shoes and socks. After I was decent and all of my bruses where covered up, I grabed my cloak and snuck out. Scince there is a tree right outside my window it is fairly easy for me to get out. When I hit the ground I put my cloak on started to go for a walk. It was dark out and the shadows would conceal me from any prying eyes, the one time I felt apart of something. Then a voice came out of no where.

"Well, what do we have here? Hey whait up, baby." Said some boys, that have been making trouble in the neighborhood. So I speed up hoping they wouldn't see that it is me under this cloak. One of the got in front of me, making me stop in my tracks, letting them catch up to me. I then got scared, not being able to know what they will do to me, especially when no one cares. One of them removed my hood, and they all gasped then started to gloat.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the freak. what are you doing freak? Are you running away?" Said their leader, a boy named Mike Davis. He is in my spanish class, even in there I never speak, afraid I would be scoulded.

"My name is raven, not freak." I said, tierd of being called freak or girl.

"OHHHH! it speaks, so what are you going to do about it?" Mike said with excitement in his voice. I knew what they where planning, they where going to gang rape me, as if my father beating me was enough now I'm going to be raped.

"leave me alone, I did nothing to you." I said, hopeing that they would leave, but I was wrong.

"How about, NO!" They started to laugh, and before I knew it they had me pined on the ground. I felt a hand pulling at my pants as I struggled against them, then another voice rang out. All I could think was 'Oh great, not another one.' then the wheight that keept me down was gone. I looked around and no one was there, I got up and started running back home. I turned around the next corner and I ran into someone else, although I had my hood up again, I still felt scared. I grabed onto the fence to keep from falling to the ground, as I did so a sharp pain peirced my hand and something warm and wet covered my hand.

"please, don't hurt me. I never did anything to you, please." I beged as this person neared me. Then I look at their lower body and realize that they're a male.

"I whon't hurt you, I promise." He said, but It was to late I was of running again. I climed back through my window, and whent straight to the bath room. My face was whiter than normal, and my hand was bleeding, nothing too serious. I washed up and fixed up my hand, After I got my pajama's on I sat down at my desk. Every night I write another page in my diary, this way I keep track of everything that has happened to me. After that I whent to bed.

the man's point of view-

She ran off before I could tell her that those men whon't bother her again. I wish that she wasn't so scared, so that I could get a glance at her face. Still I could fallow her scent, So I will. I want to know who she is and why those boys where being so mean. I fallowed her scent back to a house, up a tree next to an open window.