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Omi was your typical teenage delinquent with typical honest parents trying to do the best for him and support their only child. Parents who apologised with deep sincerity when Omi was particularly abusive in school and teachers would feel sorry for the parents who genuinely seemed to want Omi to do well in life.
If Omi heard that bullshit, you’d end up losing something vital.
The reality started with the birth. Fathered to a man that was not the mother’s husband and on top of that a girl. These facts were not common knowledge neither was the fact that Omi was considered despicably as if she’d had a choice in picking her gender. It seemed it never mattered anyway.
While most girls were out in pretty dresses and little shoes, Omi was dressed in ripped trousers and shirts and boots. While most girls grew their hair long and sweet, Omi never managed to get it longer than two inches before it was shaved off. Instead of playing with dolls, Omi was beaten by her mother’s husband. Instead of having a father...
Omi had a monster.
At first Omi believe it to be normal as most children subjected to abuse so young do, not knowing any different. Her mother would rarely be around to avoid the drunken fist of her husband and the constant screaming. Whore! Bitch! Why don’t you take your little bastard and fucking die!
Her mother’s husband on the other hand. He rarely left the house, a work accident leaving him partially disabled somewhere on his back. Omi was too young to understand the details. And in her opinion he didn’t feel very much disabled when she’d be hit hard enough to send her small frame flying.
But school made that different. Not at first. To everyone in school Omi was the weird little boy who seemed to seclude himself from everyone else, not knowing in Omi’s mind she believed everyone had a reason to hurt her more.
It was sometime before junior school that Omi realized that she was not what other’s thought she was. That she wasn’t like the boys in her class even if she had more of their skill for sports and fighting.
High school was the worst. She’d hit a growth spurt leaving her at 5”6 and strong from after school Kendo practice. When she had started fighting back. Running from the house before the man could get her back then. She spent her free time around the streets of more shady areas where she learnt more than anything in that house or even school. She learnt petty things at first. How to steal from a store when she was hungry, the best place to hit someone to leave them immobile long enough for her to run away with whatever she had taken.
It was also around that time it became harder to conceal her true gender, her chest being the envy of the majority of her school and the ones nearby. She didn’t want them. They were a hazard to her.
Till she learnt that sometimes, just sometimes they helped her get away with a lot more than when she strapped them down.
By the time she was seventeen, the more she rebelled the more shit would happen when she did return home. The more trouble at home to more shit she’d do, uncaring when she’d get caught a few times, attacking anyone who dared to touch her.
The one and only time her mother’s husband tried to sexually assault her, the young girl had gone livid. Using kitchen knives to pin the man’s hands on the table while she beat him near to death with his own baseball bat.
He called the police on her then. She, without a scratch other than old scars and him cover in blood having even pissed himself.
He pressed charges and her mother still didn’t care, which was where Omi got her attitude from. She was put in a juvenile prison.
Instead of making her see the error of her ways it only gave the girl more ideas, more fighting.
When she was old enough the girl was sent straight to prison.
At first they made the mistake of sending her to a men’s prison, as she would tell others she was indeed a man and could make herself look flat enough to pull it off.
They found out the truth before she even had her own cell. They didn’t seem to care.
She was just as tough as half the men there but always out numbered. She lasted three months before someone found out what happened when you tried to force yourself on her.
The man wouldn’t be fucking anyone for the rest of his life and they finally sent her to a female prison.
She quieted down after that, mostly being left alone. Omi found she liked it that way.
Some would call it paranoia, other’s would just call her out right crazy but the woman started to really believe people were out to get her. Striking other’s without provocation. It took them three years of this, Omi making a name for herself and several prisons as she transferred often, to finally think to analyze her and see if there was something more.
It was when she had somehow bribed herself to get enough alcohol and some matches to set the canteen and the work room on fire that they really took a look at the girl’s mental health.
At age 24, Omi was committed for Severe Conduct Disorder and sent to Bakuzen Byouin
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