Furukawa BathHouse Maiden (COMPLETED)

"My breath began to weaken as I found myself sinking below the cold water. I could no longer see the sky nor hear the noises of cars driving across the bridge. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and drown at the bottom. No one would hurt me, and no one would abandoned me. I started to close my eyes but I awakened when I felt my body being pulled up from the ocean. I opened my eyes but there was nothing but light and a shadowy figure drenched above me. I couldn't see his face but I thanked him for a lifetime, I closed my eyes... But that was three years ago, so who could have been that guy who saved me?" ..... "I want to die!" I thought as I sat on this bridge. Thinking about how life has steered me the wrong way, like a driver losing grip on a steering wheel. I wanted to let go, I wanted to let go of the pain of feeling left alone in abandonment. I hated it! I'm alone.... I grip tight to the bridge trying to see if there was a reason for living. There wasn't. I closed my eyes and spread my arms getting a feel of the last bit of wind that would ever cross my face. It felt as though I was flying, my hair blowing in sync with the wind. I slowly inhaled then exhaled. I stood on my two feet with my eyes closed. I jumped.... Time stopped. As though I was the only one still moving. When I opened my eyes all I could see was water. My breath weakened, as it filled up with water. "Is this what I really wanted? Was there not anyone to rescue me?" I thought as slowly began to sink. I closed my eyes once again letting my body be swept by the current. I'm cold.... "cough cough" All I could do was cough. Cough out the water deep within my body. I opened my eyes there was light and a tall shadowy figure above me. I couldn't see or hear what he was saying. My ears stilled filled with water. I didn't say it but I thank him for a lifetime 3 long years have passed since then. I still think about that day and how my life would have been better if I just died. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to the one that saved me but a part of me just wished that he didn't. My name is Mai Yoshino, 17 and as you may know I hate my life. I was abandoned as a child and my foster family kicked me out. I'm basically living on the streets. But that's not even the worse part: On top of everything I'm the target at school! All I could think was, "Why me?" What was so wrong with me that people hated me for it? I mean if they take the time to get to know me they'll see that I'm actually a nice person. It's not fair! I started to think about reasons why they didn't like me: maybe it was because I'm pretty but that would make me seem shallow and that wasn't me. Or maybe they were just jealous of me for no reason at all but why would anyone want to be jealous of me? I don't have anything they would want. When I really started to think long and hard about it; I was hit on the head with a bat. "Blood!" Blood dripped from my head. I touched my head and looked at the blood on my hands. When I looked up, all I saw were the students. Then all of them decided to take it upon themselves and jump me. There was nothing I could do. I just laid there being kicked around by the students and my classmates. Some of these people who actually used to be friends with me. I remember laying there and thinking where the f**k were the teachers when this was happening?! And it's not like I could tell anyone anyways or like I had a family to run to. I just waited until some random adult saw me and called the ambulance. The same thing basically happens everyday so there was no sense in going to the hospital today anyways. I just walked home but where exactly was home? I felt dizzy and wanting to faint. I stood on a wall holding the back of my head from pouring with blood. I started to cry until I cried myself to sleep. When I woke I was in the hospital, I saw my so-called parents talking to the doctor and looking as though they were so concerned about me. Which we all know was a flat out f*****g lie! My mother ran to me and said, "Mai you had us worried sick about you!" She sounded so sincere but I knew that was a cover up because the doctors were watching. I pushed her hands away and said, "What are you doing here? You don't even like me." Then that bastard marched his fat ass over towards us and yelped, "You ungrateful brat you should be lucky we took you in the first place!" As always I ignored him and rolled my eyes which always gotten under his skin. "you're lucky to be alive!" He yelled and I just turned and sat in silence. How did it ever come to be like this? The next day I was actually glad to be going to school. I couldn't imagine myself saying something like that but I was just happy to be out that house with those two and those annoying kids. I walked into class, everyone were staring at me with evil eyes. It's almost as if they had daggers raging right towards me. I set down in my normal sit when I noticed the words "DIE b***h!" written on desk. As though I haven't tried that then maybe when I died I could come back and torture those mother-fuckers for mistreating me. But that wouldn't have made a difference anyways. When school was over, once again I was the target. This time I ran as far as I could. Far away from the school so that pedestrians can see what these kids were doing to me. But that failed, I ended up tripping and falling on my face. Scratching and skimming my knees. God my crooked feet! They caught up to me and began whacking me with sticks, bats, their fists or anything they could find. I don't really remember much about that day but all I could hear was voices yelling. They weren't really clear but I heard one voice and I heard, "What the f**k do you think you're all doing?!" I remember the voice clearly because it was so fierce and strong. When I looked up everyone was gone and I saw a hand reach out to me. I looked at his face and there was light around him? Kind of like that day on the bridge. "Cult?" I said, as he smiled and slowly lifted me off the ground. My legs were shaking and I could hardly stand. I stumbled a little and fell into his arms. He offered to walk me to an hospital but I told him I wasn't badly hurt and I could walk home. I thanked him and I pushed myself to walk on. I was moving slowly and my body ached. I couldn't move anymore and I knew Cult could see that. Before I knew it he picked me up and carried me to the hospital. I remember how warm he felt and how I feel asleep in his arms. Finally it was the weekend and I thought it was time for me to find a place to live. I searched everywhere but there were no takers. I started to lose hope when I saw a shabby old bath house. There was a sign out front that said help wanted. I thought to myself, "Who would want to work here?" Then I thought about not judging a book by its cover and I was right. The place may have been scrappy on the outside but the inside was luxurious. I was so astonished at how nice it was in the inside. I couldn't imagine that it looked like this from the inside. As soon as I walked in; to my left there was a room for relaxing and a spa treatment. The living room was designed so nicely but old fashioned. There were book shelves stacked with books and an T.V. and game room. The backyard had a hot springs. Next to that was a laundry room and the kitchen. This place was amazingly beautiful and I haven't even gone upstairs yet. I rang the bell and I was greeted by five gorgeous guys. "Welcome to the Furukawa Bath House" they said in unison. And I couldn't believe that one of them actually went to my school. I was so happy that I ran to Cult in astonishment and said, "It's you!". He looked a little puzzled and then he said, "Who the hell are you?"