I DO NOT own P3/3Fes/P3P or its characters
"They"=thoughts
-Hey- = talking
Persona 3:Secrets
Prologue

Year 1999,late night
The blue haired kid just stared at the burning rest of his father's car.
Its color, who seemed light grey, was now replaced by a crimson red one.
The persons he once called parents, the persons that he loved the most, were now unmoving, surrounded by some black things, in a pool of blood.
They weren't breathing, neither their hearts were beating anymore.
The dark veil of Death descended upon them.
The little naïve creature just looked at them.
He couldn't believe it. He simply didn't wantto believe it.

*Child POV*

I tried to reach Mommy's hand, without talking, cold sweating, with my heart pounding furiously .
She was hugging Daddy, her left hand up to his chest, and her delicate head on his shoulder.
The golden bracelet he gave her that morning was shining beneath her blo… crimson liquid.
-Mom…Dad…I…you…-I began to whisper, scared, trying to face that terrible truth.
Why? Why was that happening to me?
I thought all of that was a dream for a few seconds, so I slapped my face hardly, hoping to wake up.
But I had to gave up.
It was reality.
It was happening for real.
It wasn't a nightmare, it was horrible, harsh, raw truth.
I fell on my knees, an eerie full moon laughing at both me and my silent pain.
There, up in that greenish sky. My body couldn't stop trembling.
They were … dead , and no one gave a useless damn! They didn't care!
They just … left them to die on that cursed Bridge!
But… wait, why was I thinking such things?
"They were… are good people, right? Therefore they just can't end up like that…. It's against nature.." I innocently thought.
One way or another, they would survive… no?
Right there, on that cursed Bridge, under the eerie moon, I felt totally lost.

*Child POV end*

That child, a five-years-old little boy, was a normal kid around ten minutes before all of that happened.
He was returning back home with his parents after a work-reunion(or meeting, which one do you prefer?)
of his Mom.
Yet, on their way back, something went wrong.
He was sleeping in a SO peaceful way, until Fate decided to change his life forever.
Suddenly, all he heard was a big crash, followed by an explosions and some screams.
It was only a minute, maybe less, and everything he had was lost, like vanished.
Faded forever in the darkness of the night.
Lost things…that he would never have back again in his existence.
He saw his Father falling, 'collapsing' at his words, to the ground, bleeding.
One thing the child knew for sure: he was dying.
He wanted to help him with everything he had, but what could he do?
I know the answer to that question: nothing.
He could only sit and watch, silently.
All of a sudden, an ultramarine-haired woman, pretty young, hugged him tightly in a sad way.
A farewell hug it was, not a see you soon one.
She was badly hurt as well, her cherry-red eyes filled with tears that never stopped forming.
That woman was his mom.
She rose a hand on the child's pale and scared face, hardly breathing.
After a while, she fell, like a broken doll.
The kid's eyes widened.
"W…why?"he thought.

*Child POV*
In the end, I hold her hand, but Mom didn't held mine back.
Then I noticed.
She was becoming cold.
My eyes widened again. No… she wasn't going , wasn't she?
I still remember her last words to me.
I still do.
In a thousand or a billion years… I'm sure that her phrase will be forever unforgettable.
Before felling, she hugged me tightly, like only her could do, and mumbled:
-Mom…my….loves…you…with…all…her..heart…Mom..my..wil..l- As if she knew she couldn't finish the sentence, in an act of desperation she tried to gave a kiss on my cheek, felling near Dad's body right after.
They weren't my parents anymore.
They weren't mom or dad.
I stared at the tears still rolling on my Mom's cheek.
That afternoon, she was so happy…and that night her beautiful face was covered beneath blood and tears.
Chills and goose bumps ran down my spine.
They were actually…N…no.
"Well…at least…they started their…eternal rest …together. I just don't get it… why not me as well?" I thought, a hand near my heart.
A tear fell from my right eye, the only tear I've ever shed for their deaths.
Awful son, aren't I? Every adult I met after just answered 'No, you're just human'…liars.
I stepped back, looking at my hands and knees.
They were dirty.
Dirty of their blood and pain, huh? I closed my eyes, falling again on the street.
I weakly stood up, raising my gaze at the sky.
The eerie moon was gone, and the greenish sky was turning back normal itself.
Now I was curious.
Just…when? When did they die like that? If I even ever thought of telling someone about what I saw…oh they would just laugh…
I heard some noises.
When I turned I saw an ambulance running in my direction.
Therefore, someone actually noticed the accident, someone actually heard a crash yet absolutely nobody even ever thought of giving us a hand.
We needed help so bad!
My memories here began to fade.
I was probably collapsing.
All I saw was a man, probably a keeper, who came near me and pushed me into the vehicle.
He mumbled some –I'm sorry for your loss- things.
"Huh?..Who in God's name are you?...My parents… No..no, no, no..wait! You can't drag me away as you wish like this!" I sadly thought, because the words couldn't came out of my mouth.
I wanted to talk, but I fell asleep.
My memories at the hospital are very vague.
Almost blank from here.
After the incident…the only thing I remember is that place, its owner , and most of my years there.

*Child POV end*

So, how was it? We're going to introduce this kid in the first chapter, I'm now working on it.
This is my first story and I'm sorry about any grammar mistakes but…please, try to enjoy it!