I know that I'm supposed to be working on chapter four of When the Rivers Ran Red, but I had written this two weeks ago in my film studies class and I wanted to publish it. All I do is write random poems or one-shots in that class. In fact, I'm currently sitting in my film studies class and publishing this...hehe.
Basically this is about Elena and her relationship with her sister. I'm killing her big sis of around the time of Crisis Core.
She was replaceable, she always knew it. All she had to do was her job and stand back. Spoken to only when needed and speaking only when asked. Often she would put out an image of the happy-go-lucky girl that she was no longer. With each smile she forced out, she died. The thick air constricted her lungs even while others seemed perfectly normal. Why couldn't they see that they are all being used? That one day they will be thrown away, just like her sister.
She had never realized that her life would reach this point one day. Yes, she knew that there was a high chance that she wouldn't make it past her 40th birthday, but had always pushed that fact aside, trying to beat her sister. But now there was no sister anymore. Her death probably being one of the biggest shocks in her life. She couldn't die. She was perfect, a prodigy…yet the prodigy lay dead in her grave.
They never close to each other, even as children. Their parents always loved their oldest while constantly telling the younger to be like her older sister. In school she was referred to as the "other girl", "sister of the genius". When she was selected for the Shinra Turks, her sister had already been working there for a year. They avoided each other in the hallways. Tseng noticed it, Reno had a huge laugh over it.
But there were times when she fought for her sister. Times when Reno criticized her for being a bitch. No one except her could call her sister a bitch. Of course, then she forced Reno to promise that the word would never get out. She had been proud of her sister several times as well, but would rather die before she admitted it to anyone. She felt that she had the rest of her life to make up with her sister.
But in a heartbeat she was gone. And along with her left the opportunities, hopes and secrets. Never would she be able to mock her sister. After all, you don't mock the dead. Gone, just in a heartbeat. She wondered if her sister knew about the bomb. She was a superb turk and it seemed impossible that she would have overlooked a bomb in the car. Turks don't just die like that. Perhaps she too knew that she was replaceable. Perhaps she was tired. Perhaps…perhaps…
It was too late to find out.
It's raining now. The dark clouds have cast a gloom over Midgar. Her sister had loved the rain, calling it a chance to wash away sins. As a turk she had many sins to wash away. But no more. She was clean and gone. The Shinra Company had lived up to their promise of short life expectancy. Elena walked out into the cold rain. The water seeped through her clothes, chilling her to the bone. She looked up at the falling droplets.
Turks don't cry
Tears leaked out anyways, mingling with the rain. Maybe she couldn't be one. Maybe next time it would be her turn. In a heartbeat, just vanishing. After all, she was replaceable, like her sister.
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-FinalParadox ^_-