Kairi: I do not own Harvestmoon, Nami, or any other characters and things in this story. I own SOME of the events. x3 Natsume
does.
- Lone Wolf -
"Little Things, Little Things, that only make it worse."
~ Quote from the song 'Little Things' by Good Charlotte
Chap. 1:
:: Thanks for Nothing ::
- I was born in a rowdy neighborhood. Mean neighboors. And worst of all, my father. I hated my father, hated him bad.
I hated everything, I wanted to get out of this house, this neighborhood, this life. I caused my mothers death. On the
night of my birth, my mother died. I was secluded in my house in the city, I didn't go to school. I was homeschooled by a
very crappy teacher. My father abused me, and neglected me. I ran away from home many times, and I always got slapped every
time I got caught.
I always loved my grandmother, though. She was always there for me. Always. She was the only one who I really thought loved
me. I loved her back. She was the only one I could love. Like a caged bird and it's owner. But what happens when the owner
dies? I got really scared that my grandmother was going to die. I hated that feeling. But what was worse than death, was that
she was alive but somwhere unheard of. This only made things worse.
When I grew up to be 18, I started dreaming of getting out of the city. I started dreaming of a new life. I started
dreaming. Dreaming endlessly. My father tried to discourage me. I started to hate him more, and more. I finally got the
courage to pack all my things up, and run away. I left a note, though, a little "thanks" to my father:
" Dear Father,
... Thanks for nothing.
Nami "
Then I started to travel, in and out of towns I went, all alone. I dropped by lots of places, including "Flower Bud
Village", "Green", and "Blossom Town". But the one I stayed in most, the one I would stay forever, is Forget-Me-Not Valley.
My name is Nami.
This is my story.
does.
- Lone Wolf -
"Little Things, Little Things, that only make it worse."
~ Quote from the song 'Little Things' by Good Charlotte
Chap. 1:
:: Thanks for Nothing ::
- I was born in a rowdy neighborhood. Mean neighboors. And worst of all, my father. I hated my father, hated him bad.
I hated everything, I wanted to get out of this house, this neighborhood, this life. I caused my mothers death. On the
night of my birth, my mother died. I was secluded in my house in the city, I didn't go to school. I was homeschooled by a
very crappy teacher. My father abused me, and neglected me. I ran away from home many times, and I always got slapped every
time I got caught.
I always loved my grandmother, though. She was always there for me. Always. She was the only one who I really thought loved
me. I loved her back. She was the only one I could love. Like a caged bird and it's owner. But what happens when the owner
dies? I got really scared that my grandmother was going to die. I hated that feeling. But what was worse than death, was that
she was alive but somwhere unheard of. This only made things worse.
When I grew up to be 18, I started dreaming of getting out of the city. I started dreaming of a new life. I started
dreaming. Dreaming endlessly. My father tried to discourage me. I started to hate him more, and more. I finally got the
courage to pack all my things up, and run away. I left a note, though, a little "thanks" to my father:
" Dear Father,
... Thanks for nothing.
Nami "
Then I started to travel, in and out of towns I went, all alone. I dropped by lots of places, including "Flower Bud
Village", "Green", and "Blossom Town". But the one I stayed in most, the one I would stay forever, is Forget-Me-Not Valley.
My name is Nami.
This is my story.