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Chapter 1
The Beginning
It all started the day my dad took me to the huge supermarket just a few blocks away from or home. It was big, and especially in a five year old girls eyes! It was almost a daily routine to go to this shop with my dad; I remembered loving it, jumping up and down in excitement. I knew that I would get to explore the world with my favorite man in the world. The thing was that my dad always made these events so much more fun with his adventures acting. However this day something different would happened, something bad. Something I at that time and age had yet not experienced before. It would turn out to be a horrible sight that I would never forget no matter how hard I tried. No matter how much I wanted to forget I could still remember that day today perfectly, every single detail. Every emotion from that day was stuck to me as glue; there was no way of erasing it. I wanted to forget, but I simply could not.
As tree men came running inside the supermarket with big metal guns screaming for money, was when my last memory of my dad was made. He stepped in front of me blocking my view; I titled my head to the side to see what was going on. At the age of five I just didn't have the understanding on what was going on.
"Down on the floor!" I did not understand what was going on because this was not something that had happened before in the supermarket. But deep down, I had a bad feeling. I saw people screaming in what seemed to be fear, tears running down their face. I knew from my own experience that when you cried you were unhappy about something. Things like you didn't get ice-cream after dinner, or not getting to pick our favorite summer jacket when it was raining outside. So I knew that people was upset about something, but I didn't quit understand why. I remembered standing behind my dad peaking at the man screaming orders at every direction, wondering if that maybe it was the feeling of being demanded that made the people upset. Since I myself didn't like that feeling of not being able to decide for myself. When my dad seemed to stay calm, I didn't know that I should be scared at that moment.
"Dad?" I remember saying those worlds to him. Low and very careful. I was afraid that I would upset someone if I spoke. However, it didn't seem to help. One of the men turned his head towards us. My dad pushed me back, stepping towards me keeping his hands out on the sides to cover me. The man covered with a black mask then lifted his gun a little so that it was aiming right for my fathers head.
"Why are you not on the ground?" he yelled. He was angry. "Get down!" he yelled again. The two other men was running back and forth demanding money from all the woman and men behind the counters, while this man was coming closer. Demanding that we laid down on the floor. I didn't understand why we had to lay down, neither did I understand why they were getting all the money they asked for.
"Get back Sakura" My dad demanded, so that was what I did. My dad sounded strong and confident, the man pointing the gun on the other hand seemed stressed and anxious.
"I said get down!" The man tried on last time. I was still going backwards. I was starting to get nervous and scared at this point. I suddenly hit one of the counters. I stopped and looked back. Behind the counter was an old woman. She looked at me. She looked scared for both herself and me. She gave me some signals that I at that time could not understand. I was too young. When she understood that the signals she was giving did not come trough to my understandings, she tried something different, something more dangerous. Something she should never have done. I sometimes wondered if I had just been a year older or two, if things would have gone different. My dad was still standing before me, protecting me from the man. The man was getting restless and we all could see it. The rest of the men were stabbing all their money in black bags. The rest of the people were on the floor.
"We will get down slowly, don't shoot" my dad said calmly his hands in the air. "Sakura, do as I do" my dad commanded. But I could not get my eyes from the woman behind me. I was too curious to what she wanted. I eventually paid my attention on my dad to do as he wished. I loved my dad and I loved to do as him. I watched him slowly lay down. When I were about to do as him something happened behind me and I couldn't stop from looking at the woman behind me running up at me.
"GET DOWN!" The man before me yelled out in frustration and anger. He shot the woman behind me. I looked at her as she caught the bullet in her middle chest. She fell backwards in just a matter of seconds. My dad turned in just a half a second and thrown himself on top of me. I heard another load bang and I felt my dad's strong arms around me loosen just a little. I felt his heavy body on mine. What had just happened? I felt warm liquid on my body. It was as if it was felling me up. There was more and more of that unfamiliar warmth. The iron smell filled my nose. My ears were then filled with the sirens from the police. I did not yell, I did not ask, I did nothing afraid something bad would happen if I spoke again. What I did not know was that the most unthinkable thing had just happened, and it would change my life forever. I heard the men rush out. I could then hear the rest of the people run out screaming. I didn't go anywhere as my dad's body was laying heavily over mine. I could move.
"Dad?" I waited for an answerer, but got none. I was a very patient and calm kid so of course I respectfully waiting for my dad's answer. However, I did notice that this took a lot more time then it normally would to get my dad,s attention. I didn't say anything though, instead I waited. I heard a lot of yelling and commanding coming from all directions. Heavy footsteps came inside the building. I tried to move my hand but my dad's body was way too heavy. I tried once again but no hope. I then heard a man yell out some world I could not make out. Suddenly my dad's lifeless body was lifted away from mine, and it did not feel good at all. It felt wrong, I didn't like it. I looked at the man that was hovering over me in a blue police uniform. He looked sad, and at the same time so kind.
"Come here sweaty" He spoke with the kindest and warmest voice and then he picked me up. He held me in his arms as he wiped away something red and wet with an iron smell from my face. I looked at his face, saying nothing. I just looked. I looked back at my dad's body, his eyes were close. He did not seem to respond to anything. The police officer covered my eyes and pressed my head down against his shoulder. Forcing my attention away from my father.
I felt the cold fresh air as we came out from the store. I could hear people talking, and then I heard my mom's familiar voice, also what would be the last word I would her from her ever again.
"Kizashi!" I heard her say my father's name as she ran right past me and into the board that was carried out from the supermarket.
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From that day, my mother never spoke to me again. I learned as the years passed that she blamed me for my father's death. The worst thing was that I had used almost my entire life struggling with the guild I believed I deserved.
The day when I learned that my father was no longer going to lift me into his strong protecting arms, laughing with me as he throw me up in the air. I would no longer stand by and watch cruel things in this world doing their thing. I would stop those I could and I would do it for my father and all the others that had been taken something precious from them. My father's love and protection was not going to go to waste. I would live my life to do him proved.
I looked at the reflection of myself in the mirror before me. I stared right into those light emerald green eyes of mine. Seeing a nervous and slightly anxious young girl soon to leave her safe nest. So insecure on herself that no words could really explain it. I did not see the strong words that people always spoke of me. I wondered where they saw this in me.
I tried desperately to find it in this mirror. Because I had probably been standing there for at least 20 minute and I could clearly not see the things people around me did.
My life had most defiantly not been an A4 life; having a mother that didn't love her own child and seeing my dad die right before me. I grew up in an orphanage with no support from loved ones. It had not been easy. I had struggled to love myself for a long time; I mean how could I love myself when my mom didn't? Having to leave the orphanage at the age of 18, I had no place to go. I was lucky that my dad had left me everything he owned so that I could do my best to start a life on my own.
On all of my years in the orphanage, I had struggled to make friends. Most of the girls got jealous that the boys loved to play with me, and as we grew older, the boys always changed their interest in the girls that gave them what they wanted. The boys just changed their interest to girls with makeup and nice cloths. Most of us in the orphanage had almost nothing, but they still had the money to buy nice cloths. Since my dad had left me his heritage, I did have money that would last for a little while if I used them wisely. School was not going to cost me a small amount of money, so I saved most of what I could.
My mother was in a crazy institute because she couldn't handle my father's death, witched she blamed me for. It hurt but I knew now that it wasn't true. Even though I had been standing on my own two feet since the age of five, I had managed to finish police school and was now at the age 24. I were now headed for one of the best learning places for becoming a police officer. With top grades, I had been accepted to my number one wise. I wanted a fresh start; sometimes that meant doing things that was outside my comport zone. I knew that this was my one opportunity to do it. I had gotten this far and I would not stop here.
Taking in the last few seconds of my own reflection in the mirror, thinking that this was me, and it was how I wanted to stay. I wanted to be me and me only. I would make this and I would someday feel happy again. I looked out the window seeing birds fly in circles around each other, looking so happy and free in this warm summer day.
"I love you dad" even though I didn't believe in god, I still liked to refer to my dad as one of the stars in the sky. It didn't matter if I could see the stars or not, because even though it was day and you could see them, they were still there.
I brushed my pink hair over my shoulder, away from my eyes. Then I turned to pick up my bag from the floor, ready to leave this place for good. After 18 teen years with some few up and lots of downs, I was ready to make a new fresh start.
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Hope you like the first chapter and if you did not, there is no need to be mean about it :) I do this for fun and in hopes that someone will get something nice out of this story. English is not my native language, so be nice.
