Haruka

• Name: Haruka

• Nationality: Japanese

• Height: 5'5"

• Age: 24 years old

• Characteristics: Haruka is a dull girl, after her loss her life lost all meaning, she doesn't find happiness or thrill in anything.

• Hair: Short black, with blue highlights hair.

• Eyes: Dull, underbagged brown eyes.

• Clothing: Haruka usually wears her work uniform daily basis, when she's home she uses simple outfits, normally tshirts and short shorts. When out her outfit often includes dark clothing like band shirts when she used to love music and black pants.

• Personality: Haruka is extremely pessimistic. After her loss, she never again enjoyed the things she loved. She's not expressive and is often cynical. She considers life meaningless and hates when people try to cheer her up with trivialities or, in her opinion, stupid reasons. She hates being pitied and is apathetic to the misfortunes or problems of others. She hates the sound of children laughing or crying because it causes her sadness and horrible memories.

One of the few things that still makes her feel alive is cutting herself with a razor blade. Feeling her skin open up makes her forget the overwhelming emptiness inside so she ofter cuts on her thighs.

Haruka often thinks about ending her life, even having bought rope and prepared a chair to hang herself on several occasions, but she can never muster the courage to do it, which only frustrates her more.

• Likes: -cutting herself with a razor blade.

• Dislikes: -Being pitied -people that try to cheer her up -the sound of children cries and laugh -Life -Mondays

• Background History:

Haruka was a wild girl; she never liked the rules of her house or her very strict parents. From a young age, she adopted a rebellious phase, cutting her long hair short with blue highlights and getting piercings. She loved music more than anything and dreamed of becoming a rock star. When she was 16, she met a guitarist older than her at an underground concert, and they started a relationship.

Two years into the relationship, when she was 18, she dropped out of school and ran away behind her parents' backs to live with her boyfriend, working as a member of his band's staff. Everything was going well for her until one day, worried because she hadn't gotten her period, she took a pregnancy test and discovered she was pregnant. Scared and excited, she told her boyfriend, but the happiness and excitement she expected from him turned into anger and resentment. Her boyfriend told her to have an abortion, but Haruka refused, arguing that it was proof of her love. They argued, and her boyfriend left her to "go on tour with his band."

Heartbroken and with nowhere to go, she decided to return to her parents' house and explain the situation. But instead of the support she expected, she was met with even more rejection. Her parents disinherited her and threw her back onto the street. Desperate, her last option was to go to her best friend, whom she met in the underground scene, a frustrated drummer who didn't hesitate to take her in.

Months passed, and Haruka gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Everything seemed to be going well. She got a job as a cashier at a convenience store while her friend took care of the baby. Even though her boyfriend left her and her parents abandoned her, she felt that her baby's smile was worth everything, until one fateful morning her whole world shattered.

When she went to check on her baby, as she did every morning, her heart sank when she noticed he was unusually still. When she gently touched him, she felt his little body stiff. The doctors told her it was crib death, or sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS). No one to blame, no one's fault... it just happened. She couldn't believe it. The doctor kept talking, but all she heard was static. The funeral rites were simple, what she could afford with her cashier's salary and a friend's financial help. She didn't break down when choosing what her baby would wear. She didn't break down when she saw the small coffin being lowered into the grave. She simply didn't break, but everything inside her was broken.

Six years later, she's still working as a cashier in the same place, living life on autopilot, though every day she asks herself, "Why?"