"I was born in an abusive family," Nadeshiko explained, gazing out the window with a melancholic expression on her face. "Everyday, my father beat my mother and I."
"…" I remained silent, patiently waiting for her to continue.
"It happened randomly, out of nowhere. Whenever he got angry for whatever reason, he would take it out on us. Throughout the years, I suffered countless bruises and cuts. Endured insurmountable amounts of pain. Lived through tons of torture, day after day."
"Did you… ever fight back?"
"Hehe, what do you think?" she giggled softly, kicking her feet up. Right now, she seemed like a truly innocent girl, speaking of her dark past.
"I haven't known you for long enough to say," I replied stoically.
She smiled. "One day… I snapped."
"You… snapped?"
