Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or any of it's characters (although I wish I did...). It belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.
"They say that if a black cat crosses your path, bad things are bound to happen."
That was a superstition I never believed until now. Even though I did have my doubts when Luna and I first met, I never thought it to be true. After all, we are told these things aren't true. I should have believed the saying, though. I mean, who's to say what is and isn't true after you're given magical powers and told to fight monsters with them?
Maybe it wasn't because Luna and I met that everyone is dead. Maybe it was my fault and I should stop blaming others for it. Thoughts like that run through my mind. I try to discard them, I try to figure out a way to prove that it isn't my fault.
Of course it's your fault! That other part of me decides. After all, none of the other superstitions are true. What makes that one so different?
That is true… the part of me that wants it to be Luna's fault is giving in. But it has to be a lie! After all I have never had a single ounce of bad luck before this! Except for my grades… but those are my fault.
Which proves my point! It is your fault that everything bad happens!
"No!" I start to scream. I can't take this anymore. "It can't be my fault… It can't…" I realize that I am crying.
Maybe I should just give up… I don't even know why I'm fighting anymore. I collapse in the snow in defeat, thinking that this entire battle is pointless. I don't know if I can do this anymore… I wish.. I wish I could just be normal. I wish I could worry about normal things, like any other girl my age would. But I can't. I need to keep fighting. If I don't…
I'll never have a chance at being a normal girl again. If I don't defeat Beryl, then the world will die out. Then I will know it is my fault. Even if I risk losing, I must try. I must fight for the chance to save everyone. Maybe, if it is my fault, and I do die… This may be my chance to redeem myself.
My name is Usagi Tsukino. I was just your average fourteen year old girl until that day.
AN: I really wanted this to be longer... but I hope this fills your desire. I can't think of what to write on my other story so I wrote this hoping it would clear some writers block. Basically I intended this as a long shot but I think this is going to turn into an entire multichapter fic rewriting season one. Whoop dee fuckin' doo! This is probably going to stay rated T for now, but I may change it to M later on because my own sick, twisted desires to do so.