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Author's note: Will be OOC, of course (this IS a fanfic after all). My first fanfic in, well… Forever. But I'll try to do my best. By the way, I know in Japan they aren't the same beds as here, but get over the fact that she's going to have a bed.
Chapter 1: Three of Hearts
She couldn't believe all that had happened to her. All the chaos brought upon her over the past four years. Although, not all of that chaos was bad. Those crazy summer days and nights were enough to take all the pain and worry in her heart disappear. Of course, the other ten months of the year had their ups and downs, but there was always an amazing person to perk her up.
She sighed, thinking of her past. The good parts and the bad. Everything changed when my parents died, she thought. Four years ago, everything went wrong. Grandma didn't want me. She just tossed me over to Auntie. The girl scowled and squeezed her tiny fist tight. Little crescent shapes were pressed into her palm. The wind blew through her open window, stirring her hair and her thoughts.
Rena Ryuugu sat up a bit, propping herself on her elbows. Don't think about those times, Rena. You're not supposed to think about those two, cruel, long years, Rena. Think about summers, she thought, her nails digging deeper into her skin.
"Ouch!" she squeaked, realizing the pain she was causing herself. "Wha- Oh…" She got out of her bed and walked to the bathroom, blood dripping from her hand like little, red raindrops. She looked for bandages, but when she found the box, it was only battered and empty. She washed her hand off in the sink and wrapped toilet paper around it tightly. "Hopefully, this will work until I can get to the store."
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After Rena got home and bandaged her hand, she went back to her bed and pulled out three notebooks of varying designs, thickness, and age from beneath her bed. The oldest was quite battered, it's cover yellowing and ripped. On the cover was a Queen of Hearts. Rena only scowled as she picked up the battered notebook and set it aside. Those were good times. But they were too short-lived. They couldn't last forever, like I wanted them to, she thought, turning the cover open. She had been so young when she had written this entry. Her handwriting was terrible. It lacked all of the cute swirls on the letters and the hearts to dot the I's and to make the periods. No cute designs in the margins, either. So ugly, she thought.
It was the entry about her father buying her the journal and giving it to her. She was only ten when her father gave it to her, but she cherished it and promised to write in it at least once a week, if not every day. How stupid I was… She tossed- well, flung- the journal onto the floor and picked up the next one. It had a picture of a small grey kitten in a bed of yellow flowers on it.
"Ah… This one," she mumbled. This is the one that held her worst memories, her fears, her sorrow… It even held a few tears and blood droplets. She glanced at the newest one. It had a two of hearts card on the cover. Rena couldn't make up her mind which to look through. Sorrow and misery, or happiness and joy?