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Final Fantasy: Advent Children
Building and Proving Yourself
Chapter 1 part 1: Almost 18.
Alison knew her whole life something was missing. Something big and something that would change her forever.
When Alison was young, her family died in a car tumble. Her grandparents were all dead and they each only had one child, her parents.
She remembered asking constantly, why? to her friends and the investigators. They never said.
"We were just coming home from a car check up. They said there was nothing wrong with the car. Moments later it just burst into flames?" She would ask herself. "No these things don't just happen. The car didn't just burst into flames for no reason. Something happened outside the car. Something no one had any control over. Something had to have happened" Alie couldn't get herself to accept that her family, everything she had ever known and had, just died because of a car malfunction. "Besides, the car inspector had just said there was nothing wrong!" She would repeat this in her head.
She reviewed the scene in her mind. Flames. The car burning under the wild element. Shattered windows. Corpses. A scraped knee from leaving through the window. Then, nothing. No one else left the car that day, alive. Even with her becoming 19, and the crash happening when she was 4, she remembered the fear she had, the shock that rang in her body, and the disbelief that it happened.
She was officially lonely. Sure she went to foster care and had some friends. But no family whatsoever. She was never adopted. She didn't want to be.
When she was 4, she went to the foster home in Raid, and never left. She arrived and was the only lonely one. Never knew anybody there and was sent to a different school near the foster care. So she really didn't know anyone except for the horrible foster mom Carol.
Hours passed and she sat alone in a chair in the living room of the house, curled up and in quiet tears. She didn't eat dinner that night. She didn't get up from the chair.
After dinner, during the dessert, everyone was in the family room watching a movie. Once again, she was alone where she was.
"Are you hungry?" A little boy asked. Alie looked up. He was about her age with light brown hair and copper eyes. She only noticed this because he was right in front of her face. She was taken aback with how close he was.
"Sorry, little too close for comfort?" he asked. Alie nodded and went back to her original position. "I brought you some bread sticks." He handed her a bag. "I didn't see you at dinner so I grabbed a few while they were still hot and when no one was there yet. They should be warm still." She opened the bag. Sure enough, there were some warm garlic bread sticks. "Hope your not a vampire, they're garlic." He said with a smile. Alie giggled. "Alright I made her giggle." He said excitedly. "Im Newton."
"Newton?" Alie said with an even bigger giggle. He blushed.
"You can call me that if you want. Or, everyone else does anyway."
"No, Newt." Alie said. "Im Alie."
"Alright! Im a salamander!" He said much louder and extremely happily. From that day forward, they became friends. Alie and Newt were inseparable. Newt stuck up for Alie and Alie was there for him when no other person was.
"So how did you come to be here anyway?" Alie asked. "You obviously were here before I was."
"Well, Mama died because she was really sick. And Papa didn't want me. Ya see, they split before Mama died. So he left us. And when the disease got to her, she was filling out foster reports for me cuz Papa didn't want me and wasn't gonna take me." Newt explained one afternoon, on the swings outside when no one else was around.
"Oh. Im sorry. I would have thought that, if anything, he would have taken you in. When were you sent here?"
"I was 4. Don't be sorry. You see? When I get outta here, im gonna go out lookin for him. Travel the world for it. And when I find him im gonna say "hey. I bet you wouldn't know me. You left Mama to die and me in a foster home when I was 4." He said expressively. Alie looked up at him on the monkey bars.
"And then what are you gonna do, Newt?" He was quiet for a moment.
"Well I haven't got that far. But I will figure it out. If I fail to, I might just go, find him, tell him that, get a good look at him, and walk away."
"You mean, all that traveling and searching for only that?" Alie said shocked.
"Ya. But it will end up how it is ment to be." He said at last.
"And you were there a whole year before I came?" Wasn't it lonely?"
"Yes it was. But in a way, im glad I wasn't taken in by my father." Newt said calmly.
"What? Why?"
"Because if he had taken me in, I only would have known drugs and abuse. I wouldn't have known good friends exist. Like you." He looked at her and smiled.
Alie never shared her reasons. But he never asked. She didn't want to burden him with more grief or more sympathy than she had. She now held his and her own stories.
Newt had told her that he didn't want to be adopted until Alie was because of how close they grew. She didn't either. Weeks passed and they grew closer by the day. Then one day, Newt was called in alone during recess for a special visitor.
"I will be right back." He said with a wave and went inside. He was taken without another word to a new home.
Alie remembers her last memory of him was running after the van that took him to his new home, crying, seeing his hand on the glass, and watching his face, visible through the back window, fade into nothing.
Years passed and she waited for him to return. But he never came. People came and went from the foster home. But she stayed and stayed. He's not coming back. She accepted it. She let another person into her life and, they too, are now gone. She was back at Step 1. Maybe my life was ment for hurt and loss. Maybe I wasn't ever suppose to be happy.
Then one day, years later, a new little girl came. Gracie. Three years old and had a family that met the same fate as Alie's did.
Of course their car didn't burst into flames. It was crushed by a service truck's cargo. No one had any idea how in the world the infant could have survived, but she did.
Alie saw the little one and was amazed. Maybe she survived for me. The child glowed when Alie saw her. Maybe she is alive for me. That's right. Its my turn to take charge. I wont be a mother. Never a mother. I could never replace such a delicate figure. I will raise her alongside me and protect her like a little sister. I don't know why, but I feel strangely and very closely connected with the little munchkin.
That was that. She would raise Gracie like a little sister.