This is just alittle something i whipped up. Special thanks to kanae Valentine for being great and beta reading this. :D this story is depressing, but if you know my writting style it's hard to stay depressing for long, so expect to see some humor in future chapters. :D hope you enjoy and please review :D
L.L.A.P
~Laces
Prolouge
Did he even think? I don't think he did. You'd think that he would. A smart guy like him. He should have known that I was sad too. That everyone was sad, but he just couldn't handle it. I tried to talk to him. I told him that I also missed her but we had to move on with life. That was what she would have wanted. For everyone to move on. However he didn't. I was trying my best, but it was hard. However, at least I was trying. He was constantly wallowing in self pity and was always depressed. He would say,
"I could have gotten the groceries. Why did she have to get into that car?" he then turned to drinking, which wasn't good. I tried to throw out the beer, but that didn't work. Before he knew it he was fired from work, and a lot of our possessions were being sold to pay for rent. Things kept going from bad to worse. I would do various jobs to help, but he would just mope around the house, not doing anything. Not even looking for a job. Then one day I came home, and saw him. Dead. He was on the ground motionless with a gun on the floor with him. He didn't think how that would affect me. He didn't even leave a note explaining why. My guess was that he didn't see anything worth living for, but I just had to wonder, didn't he even think about me? Like, what will happen to little Marley? Who will she go to? Will she be sad to find her father gone a few months after her mother? Will she be able to cope? I'd like to think that he did. Maybe he was expecting me to pick up the gun and join him, but he should have known that I wouldn't do that. Mom wouldn't have wanted that, and she's most likely very upset that dad did what he did. I cried. Many people who lose their family sometimes like to gloat how they were strong and didn't cry, but I don't think that's true. I'm a strong person, but I cried my heart out. He wasn't thinking. He didn't think about me. So what did I do? I ran. I didn't know to where, but I just kept running while bawling my eyes out. That's when things went from bad to worse, to terrible. Crossing the street while crying in a crowded city isn't the best thing to do. But like my dad, I wasn't thinking. The next thing I knew, I felt pain on my right leg. a lot of pain. I was still crying, so seeing things was hard. I saw blurred lights, and I heard people on the side walks gasp, but the one car didn't stop. And neither did the next. It took the third car to stop, and call for help. I could see blurred people and once I looked at my leg, I could see a blur of red, and white. I had to turn away. I didn't want to look, and the paramedics were quickly getting me into an ambulance to be transported to a hospital. The of the paramedics asked me in a whisper,
"What is your name?"
"Marluxia." I knew her reaction to my name like most people. "I know, it's weird."
"What is your last name?" she questioned.
"Lance." I answered. "My name is Marluxia Lance."