Miyazaki_Aya

Aya is an 11 year old half Japanese half American girl who lives with her recently divorced mother in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city.


Up until just a year ago, Aya was living a carefree, luxurious lifestyle with her mother, an office worker, and her father, a corporate executive. They lived in a modest house in the suburbs, often went on family vacations, they were almost the perfect family...




1 year ago:

The school day had been cut short following a celebration of test week coming to an end, sending Aya, and the rest of the students home early.

She fumbled for her keys on her approach to the door and let herself in quietly, pulled off her shoes and headed to her bedroom, walking past the living room on her way only to hear the sounds of moaning from behind the open door.


"Ah fuck, Camilla-..." a familiar voice sounded, but the name was not.

Aya peeked her head through the gap only to find her father having an affair with some stranger while her mother was evidently at work, watching as he pumped his cock into some woman's mouth until he erupted down her throat.

Devastated, Aya sped to her room and locked herself in, alerting the two with the sounds of her footsteps and putting an immediate halt to their play.

"Aya...It's not what it looks like. Listen." her father tried to get her to open up but she didn't respond.


Later that night her mother returned, and even later an argument had sparked - It seemed her mother had figured it out after finding a piece of evidence left behind by the culprit in her hasty escape.

It went on for hours...then eventually stopped. But it happened again the next day, and the next day until things started to get violent. Broken glass and bottles littered the kitchen from their fights but all Aya could do was shut herself in her room until it quietened down, trying her best to avoid them both on her way to and from school.

It didn't take long for her parents to split, leaving Aya with her mother, and a lot less money.

Her mother was never the same after that day - she was much colder and distrusting, even towards her own daughter at times, but Aya knew it wasn't her fault and stuck by her side despite the increasingly violent abuse.