ALRIGHT! My first fanfiction! Please go easy on me, I'm a new writer and I'm only in seventh grade. D:
When I made this account, I planned on posting another story right away, but I had to wait three days before posting anything, of course. I wrote for three days straight, but on the last day, Microsoft Word crashed and I lost everything.
Note to self: THERE IS A 'SAVE' BUTTON FOR A REASON.
Anyway, please enjoy the story :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or anything about it!
A small, blonde headed girl ran into the house. Her mother – a tall, fragile woman – turned to see what was wrong.
Proudly, the little girl held something up in her hands proudly. Her mother realized that it was a baby turtle. The little girl had found it in the woods out back. The mother laughed at the girl playfully.
The mother suggested that they go buy a tank for the turtle to live in. The blonde was thrilled, of course, and agreed. With a smile, the mother grabbed the girl's tiny hand. The blonde smiled back, intertwining her small fingers with the larger ones. Hand-in-hand, they walked to the store.
The store, only being a few blocks away, was easy to walk to, even for the small blonde girl.
The girl and mother were pretty wealthy. They had a nice house and nice lives. But, they still lived in a bad neighborhood.
When the mother and daughter arrived at the store, there were some men outside, leaning on the walls and smoking. The mother crinkled her nose and tried to walk by. But, the men wouldn't let her. They blocked her path and asked why she was in such a rush. They suggested with smirks on their faces that her and her daughter have a few beers with them. Once again, the mother looked on in disgust as the men shared a hearty laugh.
Then one of them grabbed her wrist. Another stood behind her and grabbed her hips. The mother gasped and tried to break away from their grasps. It didn't work. These men were strong. The little girl looked on, frightened, unsure of what to do. The men were grabbing her mother, pushing her, laughing at her failed attempts to escape.
One man turned to the girl. He asked his comrades what they should do with her. With a gasp, the mother screamed at the girl to run away. She told her to run home right away and not look back. Run as fast as possible, no matter what happened.
The girl was confused. She asked her mother why she had to go home alone. Why was she abandoning her? No! She would miss her! She couldn't go without her mother! So the girl ran to her mother.
Her mother screamed bloody murder when a man took a beer bottle and crashed it over the blonde girl's head. Needless to say, the blonde screamed, too. She fell to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. This sight gave the mother new strength, and she punched her attackers with everything she had in her. Their grip on her loosened and she took to opportunity to pick up her daughter and put her on her feet. She ordered the girl to go home right away. She said to get there quickly. She told her daughter not to worry about her. She would be home later. The girl nodded slowly. The mother smiled, but it didn't fit her face. Not when there were so many tears on it. She cradled her daughter's face in her hands, and in a shaky voice, she says, "I love you."
"I love you too… mommy."
And the men grabbed the mother again. And the girl dashed off, to the house.
She never stopped running. And she never stopped crying. She reached the house quickly and slammed the door shut. She used a stepstool to be able to reach the lock on the door.
After locking herself in, she slumped down against the door. Her body was limp from exhaustion and shock. She probably sat there for about an hour.
Why did she stop sitting there? Because there was a knock on the door.
The knock made the girl jump up, her heart beating rapidly. Slowly, the girl looked out the window to see who it was.
Her mother! She was back, just like she said!
Using the stepstool, she reached the doorknob.
As soon as she opened the door, she felt a huge weight fall on her. Her mother's limp, lifeless body crushed her.
The girl screamed in terror. She sat next to her mother, shaking her, crying over her, shouting for her. But nothing worked.
She was dead.
The little girl stood up. Those men. They killed her mother. That was all that she could think about. Her mother was dead.
And then she looked at the doorway.
She saw a large, burly man with messy brown hair and a growing beard. He wore glasses and a grubby, dirty t-shirt.
It was the man who killed her mother. She knew it.
He smiled at her menacingly, and then threw his head back and laughed.
She slammed the door shut and listened to his retreating footsteps.
She couldn't even cry anymore. It was hopeless.
Slowly, as if she was drained of all energy and life, she walked into the kitchen.
Her mom had left the turtle on the counter, and it had fallen off and broken its neck while they were gone. It was dead.
And with that, the girl started to cry all over again.
First chapter! Tell me how you like it! Good? Bad? …..eh? Bad, you say? I know. :D
It was surprisingly hard to write this chapter. I wanted to portray the love that the mother had for her daughter in some way. I failed, right? OTL
Oh, and my entire story won't be written like this. I will probably do the rest of it in first person. I didn't want to do that here, so we could kinda get a feel for what they were both thinking at the same time… if you get what I mean ^^; ('Cuz I sure don't…)
OH, and this chapter takes place ten years before the actual story. DEAL WITH IT.
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