Prompt challenge…never done one of these before. This was challenged by Bialy, and I hope I am able to pull it off okay. The prompt word is the name of the chapter, and these are seven days that Mello remembers for various reasons.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Really, I positive, I don't own it.
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Mihael
July 17, 1998
On December 13, 1992, Sasha and Nastya Keehl welcomed into the world a son, Mihael. He was everything they had hoped for, and they doted on him as loving parents are known to do. He made their life complete, one happy little family.
Mihael resembled both of his parents. He had his father's blonde hair and blue eyes. He had his mother's soft features. Everyone that looked upon the baby would marvel at the little angel. His grandmother would hold him, and sing him a lullaby. His father would smile with pride. His mother would kiss his cheek.
Mihael was loved.
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When Mihael was one, he became sick. He doesn't remember what happened, but he remembers a feeling. It feels like his mother is holding his hand. It feels like his father is breathing on him. It feels like it's raining.
Mihael doesn't remember
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When Mihael was two, he sat in the waiting room with his grandmother, a small pink bear clutched in his hands. His father burst into the room, shouting with joy, and picked up little Mihael and placed a kiss on his forehead. Sasha then carried the boy to a large window and pointed at the small baby wrapped in a pink blanket.
Mihael smiled as he looked down at his sister, Anzela. She looked so small and he pressed the pink bear to the window. His father had laughed and told everyone how he had been blessed with not one but two angels. Then his father kissed him.
Mihael was happy.
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When Mihael was three, his grandmother died. He saw his father cry for the first time, not with tears of joy but with tears of sorrow. He was dressed in black, and clutched his father's hand as he sat by the gravesite.
His mother held baby Anzela in her arms. Mihael looked over at them, and noticed the tears falling down his mother's cheeks.
Mihael didn't understand where his grandmother had gone. Other than his parents and sister, she was the only family he had. He wanted her to come back. He listened as the Father said she was in Heaven and how she is watching over everyone.
Mihael didn't understand.
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When Mihael was four, Anzela stole his toy. He was angry, and tried to take the toy back. He pushed his sister, and she started to cry. Nastya came in and picked up the crying girl, as Sasha sat down beside him. His father explained that Anzela didn't know any better, that she was just a baby. He explained the importance of being a big brother, and how he should always look out for his little sister. How he should never pick on those that are younger than him. Mihael listened and wanting to obey his father, promised to never push Anzela again.
From that day on, whenever Anzela took one of his toys, he would only smile and play with something else. He would protect her for as long as he could. He wanted to make her smile.
Mihael understood what it meant to be a big brother.
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When Mihael was five, he found God. His family had always attended Church, but this is when he came to understand what the Father was saying. He understood how God created the world, how his son came to cleanse it of sin, and how one can attain Heaven. Mihael learned the prayers, he learned worship, he learned kindness, and he learned forgiveness.
Mihael met God.
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When Mihael was six, he lost his family. They were returning home from church, and his mother and father were holding hands. Anzela and he were playing tag with each other, running around their parents legs. The summer day was warm, and Anzela was wearing a short, pale blue dress. She laughed as her brother tried to catch her, and accidently fell and scraped her knee. She began to cry.
Nastya, wearing a dress that looked like her daughter's, bent down and picked his sister up. She placed a small kiss on the knee, and carried the girl in her arms. Mihael felt guilty, like it was his fault she got hurt, though it was only an accident. He stood still, until his father came to pat him on the head. His father told him it was only an accident, and that he shouldn't feel bad. He watched as his mother sat down with his sister, and gently wiped away her tears.
Mihael stood still and watched as the car headed toward them. He heard his father yell for them to move. He felt his father leave his side, and run toward his mother and sister. He closed his eyes. He knew when the car hit them. He heard the shouts. He felt someone pick him up and move him back.
Mihael began to scream, and his eyes shot open. The Father from his church had a hold of him. Mihael tried to get free, he tried to run, he tried to look for his family, but the Father wouldn't let him. He was taken back to the church, where the nuns came and tried to comfort him. He never saw what happened, but he knew.
Mihael was lost forever.
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Mihael died on July 17, 1998. Gone was the happy boy who knew his parents love. Gone was the boy that would look after his sister. Gone was the innocence of believing they would always be there. Gone was Mihael.
Sometimes I wonder who that boy would have become. What kind of childhood he would have had. What his first day of school would have been like. All those little firsts that a person should have…first love, first kiss, first friend, first driving lesson, first…first…first.
I have his memories locked in my mind, the memories of a boy that died at six. I am the only one left that can see him. I am the only one left that knew him. I am the only one left that can remember him. I am the only one left who can mourn him.
I am so sorry Mihael.
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A/N One day down in the life of Mello. Six more to go. I wonder what days he'll pick.