This will be my first 'fic' and not just a oXs, so. Yay!. I'm not putting much time into this, but I'm so obcessed with the KH's game,. It's taking up most of my time, so I usually don't do too much else. ...Chibeh
Sometimes, things happen. Bad things. Sometimes, those things are on purpose, sometimes they're accidents. I think most of the time, they're accidents. But, I also think the thing that happened to me was a full intention.
An intention to hurt. Maybe an act of jealousy. But, being me, I'll never know. I dont live in the mind of a murderer. It does hurt to live with a murderer though. It also hurts to never know the truth, to never know what life really means. To not know what life means to others. To never know if life is more important than love.
These are the things that I wonder about in life, and this is my story.
It was another Saturday morning. The sun was shining brightly into my room. I first awoke to the sound of my name being called at a distance.
"Sora...SORA!"
It was my mom.
"Sora! It's time for breakfast,come on, get up!" she shouted. I could smell pancakes cooking, and a slight hint of bacon.
I snuggled back deep under my covers and closed my eyes, the urge to go back to sleep was very tempting, then again; so was the smells wafting about through the air. After debating for a few minutes, I finally decided to get up and eat now, because I could sleep later.
"Sora!", my mom's nagging voice rang out, "If you're not up in five minutes i'm coming to get you."
"Give me a second to get dressed" I yelled back while hopping out of my bed. I quickly grabbed some clothes and changed. I then adjusted them so that they fit more comfortably. They were kinda itchy because they were new, but I figured I'd get used to them in no time.
Besides, mom had said I needed to look more manly, and needed to quit wearing so many 'tight'- fitting shirts. And no more tight shorts or bell-bottom pants. So, I had bought a white and grey striped 'loose'- fitting man's shirt and a pair of pants that weren't quite bell-bottoms but resembled them. I even bought a black tie to match my cotton pants. My mom was so pleased.
"Oh Sora! you look so handsome, she cooed, You look so much like you're father..."
And then, I flinched. Mom probably didn't even notice; she was too busy ranting about the father I never had.
Well, it was more like 'the father that was never there'. He gets up early, and comes home late. That's how it's always been. He never even stays on the holidays, all it is is 'work, work, work'.
And each memory stays fresh in my mind. All the times I'd wake up in the middle of the night. I was about five or six. I'd go wake my father up and cry or beg him to stay home.
"Daddy!...please stay home with me and mommy, we miss you so much!" I would plead in the whinniest voice I could muster.
"Im so sorry son, I just can't, daddy has to work very hard every day." He'd reply with a tired yawn.
"Daddy, why is work so important? You're always gone!" I'd then sob and hug him tightly. Staining his shirt with tears, I would clutch onto him, never wanting to let go.
"I have to work to make mommy happy..." He would protest. Then, he would usually pick me up and lay me beside him. I would snuggle into his loving embrace and cry silently.
"But when you gone..., I'd whisper quietly to him, Me and mommy are sad...how can you being gone to work all day make her happy?"
"Trust me son, it does..., He would whisper back, One day, you'll understand."
And before I knew it, I'd have fallen asleep in my father's arms.
In the mornings, I would wake up to find myself alone in the king-sized bed. I'd lay in whar was left of the imprint where my father had layed hours before and cry. Soaking the fluffy white pillow with unwanted tears.
Afterwards, I'd clean myself up and make my way to the kitchen where my mom was usually making breakfast. She would hum some old song i'd never heard of until she noticed my presence. She would then smile and hand me a plate with various foods. Most of the time it was eggs, bacon, and toast; Or a big stack of pancakes. My favorite.
That's how it used to be, now i'm fourteen years old. My father still works like crazy. He's gone so much that I don't even call him 'daddy' or even 'dad' anymore.
It just doesnt feel right. I'ts like I don't really know him. But then again... I really dont.
Meanwhile, mom's still doing pretty good. She doesn't make breakfast much anymore. She says I need to be more 'responsible' for myself. So that's why it surprised me when she made pancakes this morning. I guess maybe she's just in a really good mood this morning.
And besides, I'm not complaining.
I ran into the bathroom after I remembered that I hadn't combed my hair out. It was a mess so it took me awhile to tame it. A few strands of chestnut brown still teased and tickled at my nose, but it was better than nothing. I looked into the mirror satisfied with my mop of hair. But then realized how tired my pale complexion looked.
After rubbing my eyes groggily, I splashed some of the cool water spurting from the faucet of the bathroom sink onto my face. The liquid was cold and calming at the same time. Though it did seem to 'wake' me up.
I blinked and shivered as I wiped away the wetness. The towel was soft and cuddly against my skin as I smothered myself with it. It reminded me of a little puppy I once had...
My stomache growled loudly and I couldnt take it anymore. I was starving. So I ran back into the kitchen and sat down just as my mom did the same.
"There you are, she said shaking her head with a smirk on her face, I thought you had died of hunger before you could even had reached the living room."
"Oh what positive thinking mom!" I rolled my sparkling eyes playfully at her.
"Well...I suppose it could happen don't you?" She looked at me with a sorrowful look in her dull hazel eyes. It almost made me want to cry. She was always so depressed and sad because of my father.
I always feel so bad for her. Like everything's my fault. Even though I know it isn't. Why couldn't he just stay home?Then everyone would be happy. And I could have a real family...
It hurts my heart to think about everything. And how my mom is so lonely. The pain comes and is familiar, but it always hurts more. Everytime is worse than before.
So, I eat quickly, careful to avoid my mom's gaze. I wolfed down the warm pancakes, even though I felt sick. When my mom would look away, I'd watch her.
Suddenly her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away. I also noticed that she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. Which, I hate to admit but, I wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't.
That's how bad it is.
If only I could find some way to bring my father home. To stay. And then maybe my mom could be happy.
I grabbed my almost empty plate and mixed the syrup around until it was all over the dish. Then, I poked my finger into it and made two dots. Then I made a long curvy line. I held it up to mom and pointed with a big lopsided grin on my face.
She didn't seem to notice anything at first, then she looked closer and burst out laughing. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she reached her fingers to her mouth to stifle the laughing. It slowly turned into a giggle and then she just smiled at me.
"Wow Sora, that really defines making a 'happy plate' " She inhaled deeply and then smiled at me again.
I kept holding the plate up while I yawned widely.
"Well, Sora, my mom raised an eyebrow, Are you going to rinse that plate off, or do you want me to hang it on the wall so everyone can see how well you can express yourself?"
I opened my eyes really wide and ran off the the kitchen sink as fast as I could. I gave an inward smile as I heard my mom laughing again. She had such a joyous laugh. That kind of laugh that you would never want to end.
"Hey mom, I asked loudly over the sound of the water as I scrubbed at the smiling syrup-y plate, Do you mind If I go over to Riku's today?"
After giving it a moment of thought, mom replied "Go ahead,sweetie. And also, If it's ok with his parents, you can invite him over to stay the night."
'YESSSS!' I thought to myself. It took everything I had not to jump up and down with glee.
Riku, he was my best friend. One of the only other guys on the island that was about my age. Him and Wakka were both older than me. But Tidus was younger. So, that kinda left me and Riku in the middle. Kairi was the really the only girl in the group. She was closer to my age than anybody, but we're just close friends. Well, I'm her close friend. I don't know about her. If she likes me or not...
But Riku... he was my friend through everything. And I've known him longer so. Maybe that's why I feel closer to him than Kairi. A least... I hope that's why.
And then, there's Donald and Goofy. My animalistic friends. I met them years back, but they dont personally know Riku, Kairi, or anyone on Destiny Islands really...
We have lots of adventures together and are great friends. We go everywhere on the Gummi Ship. But I always come back waiting to be with Riku.
I was lost in thought before I realized the plate was sparkling clean. I then placed it in the dish rack so it could dry off.
I was ready to leave and was rushing to get to Riku's as fast as I could. I kissed my mom on her cheek and gave a fast "Byemomiloveyouseeyouwhenigetback" and grabbed a jacket. I then ran out the door and my mom barely finished saying 'Bye' before the heavy wooden door closed everything off.
I ran as fast as I could, the dust kicked up behind me with every step. Even though it was probably only five minutes, it felt like I had been running for hours when I finally slowed to a stop at a wooden house that looked remarkably like my own. I walked up the steps toward the door and knocked on it.
Yeah. First chapter. good? comments please. It was kinda screwy but... well, whatever. And btw, I know you prolly already figured it out. But the first ever paragraph was meant to be Sora speaking, but I realized that it might look like I wrote it. so... yeah... R&R please.