Title: I'm Bringing You With Me! - (Revised)
Author: Marie J.W.
Chapter: Prologue
Rated: PG
E-mail: mariejwchan@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/mariejwchan
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- Prologue -
The ground was soft and the air was thick, no bird could be heard as I
trailed through the plain white gravestones. My heart gave into the
depressing atmosphere and all was silent, just like the dead that I
walked among.
The trees hung over me, shading me from the moon. Why, why did this have
to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this loneliness? My heart felt
heavy as I sat down in front of two graves stones. I touched the cold
stone, sliding my fingers over the ingrained names. Tsukino, Ken and Ilene,
died April, 9. 1997.
I couldn't cry, not any more. I didn't have any more tears left, they dried
up a year ago never to come back.
"Mom, Dad...I miss you...!" my voice broke. I couldn't let them go, not yet!
I still needed them, their support, they're love. I-couldn't-let-them-go.
Not now, not ever! Despite what the scouts say, I can't, it's wrong!
None of this would have happened if it weren't for the war! Yes, that awful
war the ended my parents life...ended my...first loves life. Ended Darien's life...
I remember it all too well. I was only fourteen with only the nega-verse
to worry about. Boy, did I take that year for granted! I wish I could go back
in time and spend every single moment spending time with Mom and Dad and
with all my friends in total bliss instead of worrying what tomorrow was
going to be like.
It all started on November 1st in 1995.
I was walking to the arcade, just getting out of detention, with my book
bag swinging carelessly beside me. I was intent on chocolate fudge Sunday
with wonderful, sweet cherries on top. Andrew, Darien and cherries were the
most important thing on my mind.
It wasn't until I passed an appliance store that I lost all thought of cherries.
There in the window was a Television broadcasting the news. The reporter was reading
off a paper, telling every young man had to report to
the government. A war had been declared. I remember feeling weak, tired
and really, really worried. The first person that went through my mind
was Darien; it hadn't a cured to me then that Dad would be joining as
well.
My mind was blown but some how I managed to run to the arcade in less
then three minutes.
There Andrew comforted me, just hearing about it himself.
My world was gone and a new, more frightening one replaced it!
I pulled away from my parents gravestones and stood up, but not quiet yet
ready to leave, I walked down a few more rows of gravestones. Ray's says
my parents will always be in my heart but...some how I can't feel them!
It scares me...
I turned then stopped in front of another gravestone, this one held the
name Chiba, Darien died May 20. 1997. I wanted so bad to just lay there on
his gravestone and never leave but I wouldn't even allow myself to kneel down.
I couldn't because I know I'd never get up.
Darien...we fought and argued all the time, never letting up! We were
enemies, if you could call it that. But I think I cared about him too much
to really hate him. In fact I had a crush on him...but when he...died...I realized
how much I did love him! I loved him so much! I still love him! He
left me...he left me here to argue with myself to tell myself that I'm
a Meatball head klutz! Oh, gosh! I wish I could cry! I never thought I'd
hear myself say that!
I shook my head. Darien, even though we were enemies we were in a big way...
friends, even though it was never said. I knew we could...depend on
each other.
I remember the last time I saw him. It was a clear, starry night. You could
see every-single-star in the sky. I was walking to the arcade to say goodbye
to Andrew at a far-well party. I was a few feet away from the door when I
looked up and saw Darien. He was in his stupid green jacket, he looked up
at me and smiled. He took me by surprise, Darien had never smiled at me
like that before. Like, he truly meant it.
We both stopped in front of the arcade, facing each other.
"So, you're leaving..." I wanted to say something intelligent but it
never happened, instead my voice came out strained and a little watery
even though I wasn't crying.
Darien's smile failed and his eyes turned serious, "Don't talk like
that."
I took a step back and turned away from those piercing blue eyes, "Talk
like what?"
"Like I'm never coming back." Darien took an intake of breath and faced
the nearly empty streets as I was doing now, "I am coming back."
I looked down at my feet, "Do you have to go...do you both have to?"
When he didn't answer I looked up at him. He was looking up at the stars,
they were so bright shinning with hope.
"Of course. You don't see the Sailor Scouts or Tuxedo Mask backing away
from a fight, do you?" he asked.
"No." I swallowed the lump in my throat, "But that's different! They're
fighting soulless creatures!"
"I know it's different, and maybe that's why I'm afraid." He noted.
Afraid, Darien's afraid? I thought Darien was fearless, someone nobody
could ever harm.
I felt weak, "Nothings going to ever be the same! Never!"
He stood calm at my out burst, "One day everything will be just as it's
suppose to be. Everything...will be in its rightful place."
"You seem so sure." I looked down at my feet again.
"I am...I'm going to come back. And you will be the first person I see
when I get back." He announced.
I didn't know what to say to that so I didn't say anything.
The doors opened behind us, "Hey, what are you two doing out here! There's
hot cocoa in side!" Andrew greeted.
Thinking back on that day is bittersweet. Darien left me...my parents
left me...I'm alone. I walked away, going back to my car. I've had enough
for night.
I walked up to my small blue car and got in.
I drove home in silence. Listening to the radio always resorted me to
remember my past so I never turned it on.
I drove up into the driveway.
Our house was the same. It suffered some minor damages during the war
but, amazingly, nothing to bad happened to it. The lights were, signaling
that Sammy was home.
I guess I can't say that I am totally alone. Far from that actually.
There's Sammy at age 16. He works for the new paper, taking pictures.
Then there's Mina, Ray, Amy and Lita. All very good friends! I don't think
I could have made it through my parents loss or Darien's with out them. And
of course there's Andrew, he made it through the war, barely. He's hasn't
been much of a comfort and I can't say I blame him. He went through a lot...
but even through all that I think he would have been fine if it weren't for
his best friends death. Oh, Andrew's the same guy on the outside but on
the in...he's just not as open as he used to be. Last but not least
there's Molly and Melvin! I wouldn't be the same with out them! Molly keeps
my feet on the ground, and more often than not helps me realize what life
is really about. One lesson I have to learn over and over.
I got out of the car and walked up the steps, "Sammy!" I yelled as I shut
the door.
"Sis, I'm not a-"
"Little kid anymore." I smiled. Sammy turned into Sam a year ago. I guess
he figures Sammy sounds like a little kid. But to me Sammy is Sammy and I'm
not going to call him anything else.
Sammy shook his head, "So where have you been?"
"The graveyard." I moved past him to the kitchen.
"Sis, do you have to go there?" he asked as he followed me. I knew Sammy
hated me going there. He didn't always say it but...I always knew.
"Did anyone call while I was gone?" I asked instead of answering him.
He slumped into one of the kitchen chairs, "Not anyone important."
I nodded, "So what are you doing up so late? I thought you had to take
pictures at six tomorrow."
"Oh! I forgot about that!" Sammy looked down at his watch. It was ten
twenty.
"Great! Okay, goodnight, Sis." Sammy got up.
"Goodnight." I smiled. He smiled back before running out of the kitchen
and up the stairs.
I sighed and looked down at my bowl of cheerio's, Sammy's a good kid. He's
got a girlfriend, a job, and some of the best looks around but he's still
the sweet annoying Sammy everybody knows.
It's amazing at how much he hasn't changed!
I brought my bowl over to the dining room table and sat down.
Life will never get better than this...
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To Be Continued...
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Thanks for read'in!
Author: Marie J.W.
Chapter: Prologue
Rated: PG
E-mail: mariejwchan@yahoo.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/mariejwchan
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
- Prologue -
The ground was soft and the air was thick, no bird could be heard as I
trailed through the plain white gravestones. My heart gave into the
depressing atmosphere and all was silent, just like the dead that I
walked among.
The trees hung over me, shading me from the moon. Why, why did this have
to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this loneliness? My heart felt
heavy as I sat down in front of two graves stones. I touched the cold
stone, sliding my fingers over the ingrained names. Tsukino, Ken and Ilene,
died April, 9. 1997.
I couldn't cry, not any more. I didn't have any more tears left, they dried
up a year ago never to come back.
"Mom, Dad...I miss you...!" my voice broke. I couldn't let them go, not yet!
I still needed them, their support, they're love. I-couldn't-let-them-go.
Not now, not ever! Despite what the scouts say, I can't, it's wrong!
None of this would have happened if it weren't for the war! Yes, that awful
war the ended my parents life...ended my...first loves life. Ended Darien's life...
I remember it all too well. I was only fourteen with only the nega-verse
to worry about. Boy, did I take that year for granted! I wish I could go back
in time and spend every single moment spending time with Mom and Dad and
with all my friends in total bliss instead of worrying what tomorrow was
going to be like.
It all started on November 1st in 1995.
I was walking to the arcade, just getting out of detention, with my book
bag swinging carelessly beside me. I was intent on chocolate fudge Sunday
with wonderful, sweet cherries on top. Andrew, Darien and cherries were the
most important thing on my mind.
It wasn't until I passed an appliance store that I lost all thought of cherries.
There in the window was a Television broadcasting the news. The reporter was reading
off a paper, telling every young man had to report to
the government. A war had been declared. I remember feeling weak, tired
and really, really worried. The first person that went through my mind
was Darien; it hadn't a cured to me then that Dad would be joining as
well.
My mind was blown but some how I managed to run to the arcade in less
then three minutes.
There Andrew comforted me, just hearing about it himself.
My world was gone and a new, more frightening one replaced it!
I pulled away from my parents gravestones and stood up, but not quiet yet
ready to leave, I walked down a few more rows of gravestones. Ray's says
my parents will always be in my heart but...some how I can't feel them!
It scares me...
I turned then stopped in front of another gravestone, this one held the
name Chiba, Darien died May 20. 1997. I wanted so bad to just lay there on
his gravestone and never leave but I wouldn't even allow myself to kneel down.
I couldn't because I know I'd never get up.
Darien...we fought and argued all the time, never letting up! We were
enemies, if you could call it that. But I think I cared about him too much
to really hate him. In fact I had a crush on him...but when he...died...I realized
how much I did love him! I loved him so much! I still love him! He
left me...he left me here to argue with myself to tell myself that I'm
a Meatball head klutz! Oh, gosh! I wish I could cry! I never thought I'd
hear myself say that!
I shook my head. Darien, even though we were enemies we were in a big way...
friends, even though it was never said. I knew we could...depend on
each other.
I remember the last time I saw him. It was a clear, starry night. You could
see every-single-star in the sky. I was walking to the arcade to say goodbye
to Andrew at a far-well party. I was a few feet away from the door when I
looked up and saw Darien. He was in his stupid green jacket, he looked up
at me and smiled. He took me by surprise, Darien had never smiled at me
like that before. Like, he truly meant it.
We both stopped in front of the arcade, facing each other.
"So, you're leaving..." I wanted to say something intelligent but it
never happened, instead my voice came out strained and a little watery
even though I wasn't crying.
Darien's smile failed and his eyes turned serious, "Don't talk like
that."
I took a step back and turned away from those piercing blue eyes, "Talk
like what?"
"Like I'm never coming back." Darien took an intake of breath and faced
the nearly empty streets as I was doing now, "I am coming back."
I looked down at my feet, "Do you have to go...do you both have to?"
When he didn't answer I looked up at him. He was looking up at the stars,
they were so bright shinning with hope.
"Of course. You don't see the Sailor Scouts or Tuxedo Mask backing away
from a fight, do you?" he asked.
"No." I swallowed the lump in my throat, "But that's different! They're
fighting soulless creatures!"
"I know it's different, and maybe that's why I'm afraid." He noted.
Afraid, Darien's afraid? I thought Darien was fearless, someone nobody
could ever harm.
I felt weak, "Nothings going to ever be the same! Never!"
He stood calm at my out burst, "One day everything will be just as it's
suppose to be. Everything...will be in its rightful place."
"You seem so sure." I looked down at my feet again.
"I am...I'm going to come back. And you will be the first person I see
when I get back." He announced.
I didn't know what to say to that so I didn't say anything.
The doors opened behind us, "Hey, what are you two doing out here! There's
hot cocoa in side!" Andrew greeted.
Thinking back on that day is bittersweet. Darien left me...my parents
left me...I'm alone. I walked away, going back to my car. I've had enough
for night.
I walked up to my small blue car and got in.
I drove home in silence. Listening to the radio always resorted me to
remember my past so I never turned it on.
I drove up into the driveway.
Our house was the same. It suffered some minor damages during the war
but, amazingly, nothing to bad happened to it. The lights were, signaling
that Sammy was home.
I guess I can't say that I am totally alone. Far from that actually.
There's Sammy at age 16. He works for the new paper, taking pictures.
Then there's Mina, Ray, Amy and Lita. All very good friends! I don't think
I could have made it through my parents loss or Darien's with out them. And
of course there's Andrew, he made it through the war, barely. He's hasn't
been much of a comfort and I can't say I blame him. He went through a lot...
but even through all that I think he would have been fine if it weren't for
his best friends death. Oh, Andrew's the same guy on the outside but on
the in...he's just not as open as he used to be. Last but not least
there's Molly and Melvin! I wouldn't be the same with out them! Molly keeps
my feet on the ground, and more often than not helps me realize what life
is really about. One lesson I have to learn over and over.
I got out of the car and walked up the steps, "Sammy!" I yelled as I shut
the door.
"Sis, I'm not a-"
"Little kid anymore." I smiled. Sammy turned into Sam a year ago. I guess
he figures Sammy sounds like a little kid. But to me Sammy is Sammy and I'm
not going to call him anything else.
Sammy shook his head, "So where have you been?"
"The graveyard." I moved past him to the kitchen.
"Sis, do you have to go there?" he asked as he followed me. I knew Sammy
hated me going there. He didn't always say it but...I always knew.
"Did anyone call while I was gone?" I asked instead of answering him.
He slumped into one of the kitchen chairs, "Not anyone important."
I nodded, "So what are you doing up so late? I thought you had to take
pictures at six tomorrow."
"Oh! I forgot about that!" Sammy looked down at his watch. It was ten
twenty.
"Great! Okay, goodnight, Sis." Sammy got up.
"Goodnight." I smiled. He smiled back before running out of the kitchen
and up the stairs.
I sighed and looked down at my bowl of cheerio's, Sammy's a good kid. He's
got a girlfriend, a job, and some of the best looks around but he's still
the sweet annoying Sammy everybody knows.
It's amazing at how much he hasn't changed!
I brought my bowl over to the dining room table and sat down.
Life will never get better than this...
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To Be Continued...
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Thanks for read'in!