Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, only thing I own is this lil fanfic rite here…other than that --- it aint mines….lol
Kaylie-chan: Hey everyone! This is my attempt at a chapter story for the first time in a long time. I'm going to try my hand at it, see if I still got it lol
Sun-chan: -walks inside room- hey everyone! I just wanted to say hi and stuff since my sister done put me to slave labor doing all of our homework!
Kaylie-chan: - pushes sun-chan out of the room – SORRYYY!!! Stupid sis! Anyways, onto the story!
The Introduction
So, I'm sitting here, watching everyone give their story as to why they are in the predicament that they are in, freaking meetings suck. I'm just waiting, hopefully the man sitting the middle won't call on me, because I'm definitely NOT trying to put my business out there for all these people who I don't even know to hear and then let them judge me. I tucked my honey blond hair behind my ear and slouched into the seat hoping that no one noticed me sitting in the very back of the group.
"Ms. Kanzaki? Do you want to share your story? You've been coming to these meeting for about a month now, I think its time everyone heard your story, you know theirs."
I turned my head when my name was mentioned. Fuck. I knew he was going to ask me to speak eventually, but still, I had to keep the hope alive that he wouldn't. I shook my head, month or not, I did not want to share my friggin story. Why does everyone want to hear the sad sad story of Hitomi Kanzaki? Yet and still the man in the middle, stupid psychiatrist, was urging me to tell my story, so I stood up, and walked to the front of the group, as was customary and spoke into the microphone.
"Hello everyone my name is Hitomi Kanzaki, many of my friends call me 'Tomi-chan –"
I looked at the man in the middle and then swept my eyes across the room, my eyes landing on someone who had just walked in, someone new to the class with long dark hair and mahogany eyes. I looked back at the man in the middle, and his eyes urged me to continue and I closed my eyes and sighed quietly, and spoke again,
"I am 22 years old. I guess I'm supposed to tell you my story, of how I came to be the girl standing in front of you. I used to be happy and carefree. I used to laugh everyday and always there when someone needed a shoulder to lean on."
I took a breath and let my eyes sweep the room again; landing on those Mahogany eyes that seemed to burn into my soul the more I stared into those depths, in those eyes I found something, something that I thought was very familiar, almost, kindred in a way, like those eyes understood my story even though I had yet to speak out loud as to what my story actually was. I looked at the psychiatrist, his eyes showing nothing only sympathy for what he knew I had to speak on. I was forced to come up here and speak on something that I had no desire to speak on, but fine, he was making me do and do I shall, I hope the people in here are ready for this because this is no mere overdose issue.
"That was until he came, and he took from me what was most important to me, my daughter, Arianna. She was only a year and two days old."
I stopped and looked up, the whole crowd was staring at me, sadness and sympathy written across their faces, forcing myself to avoid the gaze of the mahogany eyed stranger and instead on the story that I knew that I had to tell, one that I wished I never would have had to tell,
"You're wondering why I would be here because of it, this is, afterall, a meeting about addiction. But see, my addiction, my only thought, there was only one thing that I was addicted to doing, I was hell bent on finding the person who killed my only child, my little Arianna. My smile and my joy. So, I guess, you could say revenge is my addiction. But before you judge me, let me tell you all, my sweet Arianna was no more a burden than she was a pure blessing."
I stopped speaking. I had to. I found myself staring off in a daze, almost hearing Arianna's sweet laughter as she spoke in her baby language to me. And I almost cried. I removed the hoodie from my face and took a breath, opening my bright green eyes to look directly at the mahogany eyed stranger and spoke again,
"They say that the only way to free yourself from an addiction to is identify the problem, well then, let's start from the beginning. It all began when I was 16 years old…"
I closed my eyes and began my story.