This is my first Hunter x Hunter fanfiction, hope you enjoy!

This story will be following the 2011 anime version, along with the manga. Some parts are a bit different because of my character. Please comment in the section below.

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"GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT BRAT!"  

Not even flinching at the pure hatred voiced in that sentence, a young girl of twelve swiftly but carefully stood up from where she was cleaning the floor Wincing from bruises from this morning that have yet to heal, the girl hurried down the stairs to the basement, toward the room she called 'the torture chamber'. 

Inside was the owner of the voice that yelled to the girl moments before, a woman that picked the preteen from the orphanage when she was five years old. Ordered to call the woman her 'mother', the girl was forced to become a servant to her and her husband, who she was told to call 'father'. Abused and humiliated, the girl endured seven years of hardship. 

Because of the laws in this country, her 'parents' had to send her to school, or home-school the young girl. They sent her to the cheapest school they could find, for the latter option costed much more. Walking half a mile for an education, the preteen was relieved, for the school was a sanctuary for her. The girl absorbed as much knowledge as possible, having belief that the education would help her find a way to escape the prison and the wardens that were her 'parents'.

The girl was snapped out of her reminiscing by the pain on her face and the sound of shattered ceramic. The girl automatically took stock of her surroundings, though she's been here so many times that if asked, she could draw every last detail in the room on a sheet of paper.

The walls were decorated with  shackles attached to them with chains of differing lengths, tools hung on rungs or laid on shelves designed for pain. Various tables and chairs littered the floor, some holding objects hidden by cloth while others had straps attached to them.

The object that was thrown at her, she realized, was one of the lamps that was on one of the tables. Her 'mother' had a furious face directed at her. Usually she only looked like that when she messed up on one of her 'daily assignments' or when the woman was in a bad mood from her job. She knew for a fact that she did all the assignments today, so something must have happened at work. 

"This is all your fault, you bitch! The higher ups are suspicious of me and are sending someone to inspect the house tomorrow; you did something, didn't you!?!"

'Mother' grabbed another lamp and threw it at me while shouting all the while. I didn't dodge. If I did, then she would get even madder and bring out the whip. The constant abuse though made my skin more durable and increased my pain tolerance. 

After she threw the lamp, she closed her eyes and breathed slowly. When she opened her eyes, 'Mother' appeared calmer, but I knew that she was just smoldering her rage for another time.

"Now~ I want you to act like a normal girl for the inspector, alright~? Hide your disgusting imperfections as well. I don't want the higher-ups getting any ideas."

Wordlessly, The girl nodded in acknowledgment of her newest orders. 'Mother' turned sharply on her heels and walked out of the room. Before she left, she gave the girl another order.

"And replace those lamps."

When she left, the girl let out the breath she had unconsciously held. Quickly, she gathered all the shattered pieces of the two lamps, ignoring the cuts that the sharp edges made. Putting the shards in a trash-bag, she brought it upstairs and dumped it in the trashcan. Absentmindedly the preteen noted that she should throw out the trash soon.

After that the girl walked swiftly up to the attic. The attic was a spacious area with a bathroom in one corner. This place was the girl's sanctuary, her 'parents' never came up here. So she was free to do what she wanted with the space. 

In one corner was a carpeted area where she put her futon and several blankets along with a few pillows. Another was a low table with a small lamp that had several sketchbooks and supplies that she bought with money that she made. One corner housed all the stuff that the girl didn't need in cardboard boxes. On one side of the walls was a closet containing several outfits. Leaning on a chair next to one of the many large windows was a guitar.

The girl made money with the instrument by playing for the crowds in public. She didn't tell her guardians about it; they would most likely take all the cash she worked for. Beside the chair was a drop-leaf table that she put the sheet music she created and the song lyrics she printed from the library. An iPod with earphones and charger lied beside her futon. She got the music player from her 'mother'; the reason being that it would be suspicious looking if the girl didn't have one, and gave her some money to buy a couple of songs on it.

Tomorrow, huh? Looking around her sanctuary, the girl sighed heavily. I have to hide the guitar and music so they don't find out about my "job". Picking up the guitar case and music sheets, she stowed them in the bottom of the closet, hiding them with a false bottom. Gathering her art supplies, the girl put them away with her guitar, leaving out one of the sketchbooks and a couple of pencils.

With the 'cleaning' of my room done, she noticed that it was dark out. So the girl went to her futon and did her nightly ritual. Sitting with her back against the wall, she closed my eyes, reminding herself something that  no child should have to do.

I have a name

My name is Kuroi 

I am alone

I will fight alone

I will survive alone

And die alone

Inspired by the songs Go by McClain Sisters and How Do You Love Someone by Ashley Tisdale.

 This is not the fist time I wrote something with angst, but this is the first time I wrote a story with somebody coming from an abusive home. Please tell me if there's anything with the story that sounds off or doesn't make sense.

Please comment on this. I am still inexperienced so I would be happy for any input/suggestions