Introduction
She was standing outside a store, looking around until she saw someone other than herself. A child, around the age of six or seven, was kneeling in the middle of the street. It looked like she was staring at something on the floor. Haruka walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to get her attention. When the girl turned around, Haruka could tell that she had been crying for quite a while. She looked a lot like Haruka, with her sandy blonde hair and her piercing teal-colored eyes. The girl pointed at the floor and when Haruka looked, her eyes widened in shock. She saw her own mother on the floor, immobile and pale, wearing a ghastly look on her beautiful face. She turned to the little girl, only to find out she was no longer there. Instead, she now found herself surrounded by people whose faces she could not recognize. They were all saying the same thing, over and over again, with various unfamiliar voices. She couldn't understand at first, but the voices kept raising until she could make out bits of their messages.
She died trying to protect her daughter…
If only she had stayed close…
Children shouldn't play on the street…
It was practically the kid's fault…
She's big enough to know that…
If I didn't know better, I'd think it's kind of like a murder…
Murderer…
Murderer…
MURDERER…!
Haruka then woke up, cold sweat on her brow. Although it brought her some kind of peace finding out she was in her room, she would've felt better if the room stopped spinning. Her head felt like it was splitting open, her stomach felt like it had millions of microscopic beings crawling around and leaving their traces everywhere. She rushed to the bathroom, diving head-first and barely making it to the toilet. She felt awful, and she was afraid she would have to get used to it. She had had that same nightmare for three nights straight, and afterwards, the same outcome. She needed something to clear her head, something fun. Maybe she needed to go outside to cool off a bit…
That was ridiculous. Her father would never allow it, not if he wasn't there with her. He was afraid of the outside world after what had happened, afraid of losing her too. Some people say there's no better way to get rid of your fears than to confront them. Those people, apparently, never had to deal with problems such as the one the remaining members of her family had. She didn't remember much about it because she was so young, but pieces of that terrible accident haunted her dreams to this very day. She had to get out of the house and meet people. She needed to go see a movie, play at the nearby park, have fun or do any outdoor activity. Maybe she could convince her father to let her attend school again. She could make friends and learn all kinds of things, things you normally can't learn from books or just theory. She had to find her place in the world, and she couldn't do it from her room. She would have to talk to him about it first thing in the morning.
Author's Note
Hey. This is the first fanfic I write and publish in English. I'm still working on the first chapter, but I thought I could post this and get some reviews. Tell me what you think and maybe I'll speed up the process a bit. I'm also writing a fic in Spanish, so if you know the language, check it out. That's the one I work most on. Sorry if I get to caught up in it and forget about this one. You have been warned.