Alrighty! Serious story time! If you've been reading my stuff, you probably know by now that I don't usually write serious, long stories. But hey! I figured, why not give it a go? So, i'm giving it a go! :)
WARNING! There is some stuff that I plan on putting in later that are a bit...I'm not sure what the word is...Not for the kiddies, I guess? Yeah, let's go with that. But don't worry, I'll try to warn you about the chapter's contents before hand.
So, yeah! Here ya go!
Once upon a time, a small five-year-old girl was riding in a car with her single, loving father. It was late at night, almost midnight in fact, and the moon was full and brightly looming over the stars. Although it was extremely late, the little girl was too full of energy to even think about sleeping. She curiously examined her dark surroundings through the car window. For some strange reason, she felt that her eyes were glued to the large moon above her. According to her father, the bridge they were driving over was named "Moonlight Bridge" and the little girl could see where it had gotten its name.
"You awake still, sweetie?" The girl's father asked in a soft tone from the seat in front of her.
"Yep!" She energetically replied, not tearing her eyes away from the moon.
"It's quiet back there. You okay?" Her father asked.
"Yeah...Just looking at the sky." The girl muttered, obviously more interested in the large floating orb than the conversation.
Her father chuckled. "It's pretty, isn't it?"
"Yeah..." The girl muttered under her breath.
"Almost as pretty as you." Her father added with a smile.
"Is Mommy as pretty as I am?" The child asked.
The father's smile shrunk. "Not quite." He mumbled quietly.
"Why not?" The curious child asked.
"She isn't pretty on the inside like you are...You're both certainly pretty on the outside. She's just...not on the inside..." Her father quietly explained. The child couldn't fully understand what he had meant at the time, but he knew that she would eventually understand.
The girl finally managed to turn her eyes away from the moon to look at the back of her father's head. "Daddy...Why doesn't my mom love me?"
"She...She loves you...Sweetie..." The choked-up father assured, trying to smile.
"Why did she leave then? Does she hate you?" The girl continued to ask.
"No...We love each other...very much..." He answered, about to cry.
"Why'd she leave then?" The girl repeated. The father's eyes were blinded by tears. He couldn't see the road through the darkness of the night and the salty liquid that blinded him.
Another car steadily moved in an opposite direction toward their car. The little girl felt that something was wrong and could only mutter one word before the two cars collided. "Daddy...!"
The girl was left unconscious for a good couple of minutes before she woke up to the sound of a stranger's voice. "Hey! Are you okay?! Wake up!" A boy's voice commanded. She felt a small tug on her arm as the boy continued to beg for her to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the boy who was about her age. A small groan of pain exited her mouth as she felt her own blood stream down her face from a gash on her head. The boy watched her painfully struggle to look at him with an uneasy expression on his face. The boy looked into the girl's scared, purple eyes as she looked into his calm, blue eyes. "You okay?" The boy quietly questioned bellow a whisper. The girl nodded slightly. The boy reached over her waist and unbuckled her seatbelt. The girl's body limply fell from the car and into his arms. "You sure you're okay?" He asked.
"My head just hurts a little..." She quietly responded. "Are you okay?"
"I...I think so..." The boy quietly mumbled. "Can you stand?" He asked. The girl nodded and the boy slowly helped her to her feet. The girl steadied herself and looked at the car her father had hit.
"Were you in that car?" She questioned. The boy nodded silently. "Who was with you?" She asked.
"My parents..." He answered. Before the girl could say anything else, she suddenly felt faint. Her body collapsed under her weight and the boy once again caught her. He sat her down on the road and crouched down in front of her. He touched her forehead with his hand. The girl shrieked in pain and he moved his hand away. "We need to put some pressure on that..." He muttered quietly.
"It hurts..." The girl stated.
"I know...You just have to trust me here, okay?" The girl hesitated, but nodded. The boy took off his white shirt and wrapped it around her forehead. The girl screamed again in pain. "It's okay...Calm down..." He whispered quietly. The girl began to cry silently and clutch her teeth. The boy tied his shirt around her forehead tightly and grabbed the crying girl's hand. She squeezed his blood-covered hand tightly and wiped her tears away with her arm. "Feel better...?" He asked. The girl sniffled and nodded slowly, unsure why she felt better when the stranger grabbed her hand.
The duo slowly stood up and their gazes met the car the boy was in. The boy began to tear up. The girl grabbed his hand again and he squeezed hers. "Feel better?" She asked. The boy nodded, wiping away his tears with his arm.
"I think that we're the only ones that..." The boy quietly muttered, not able to finish his own statement.
"Lived...?" The girl finished quietly. The boy nodded sadly in response. "That's not true. My daddy was in the car with me." She argued.
"I know, I saw him when I went to wake you up. I think he's..."
"He isn't. He can't be. He's my dad. He can't die." The girl muttered as if to persuade herself that he was okay. The male put his hands on her shoulders.
"Listen to me." He commanded. The girl shook her head in denial as tears streaked down her face once again. "Listen!" He yelled to the hysterical child. She sniffled and looked up at him. "He's gone. My parents are gone too but-"
"But?! They're dead!" She screamed."It should've been me..." She quietly murmured.
"...Calm down. It isn't the end of the world. We're still alive and now we have to live for them." The boy calmly assured. The girl didn't wipe her tears, knowing that more would appear anyway.
"...Okay...Okay...You're right..." She agreed. "...Um...What's your name?" She asked.
The boy's eyes softened from a serious glare to a sympathetic look. "My name's-" The sound of police sirens interrupted him. The duo stood still, watching as ambulances and police officers surrounded them, immediately rushing to the crashed cars. The little girl stood still in fear. The boy grabbed her shaking hand and stroked her hair calmly with his other hand. He knew the girl was scared and he had cared deeply for the stranger and was willing to do anything to make her happy, despite the small amount of time they had seen each other.
One police man looked at the children and picked up his walkie-talkie. "Can I get an ambulance here? There are two survivors and one seems to be injured."
"Everything's fine...no need to be scared..." The boy whispered gently to the frightened girl.
"What are they going to do with us?" She asked in a quiet tone.
"I don't know..." The boy muttered.
"How do you know that everything's fine?" The girl questioned, her voice shaking as she spoke.
"Just trust me." He replied. "You trust me, don't you?" He asked. The girl stared at his serene, blue eyes as tears fell down her face. Her father had always taught her not to talk to strangers. This boy seemed genuinely nice, though. Can she really trust this boy? This caring, nameless child?
After much thought, she hesitatingly hugged him tightly, muffling her face into his chest. She rose her head to once again look at his calm face. His hand rose and wiped away a few of her falling tears. A short silence left the two in thought. "We...We will see each other again, right...?" The girl quietly asked.
The boy, not able to tell the future, placed some thought into the question. He kissed her forehead gently and smiled. "Yes. I promise that we will meet again. When we do, I will be there for you, no matter what." The boy assured sweetly. The girl blushed in disbelief and hugged him tighter.
"Will you tell me your name when we meet again?" The girl asked with plenty of hope in her small voice.
The boy chuckled. "I will. I promise."