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This fanfic and the original characters in it belong to me.
"When the world finally drove you mad, choosing to live and move on is the hardest challenge you have yet to face. But I choose to move on, for the life of us both."
FATAL FRAME: FORBIDDEN PETALS
Blood.
No matter where I looked, there's blood everywhere. The familiar smell of it came from the entire room; from the now-stained white wall, from the puddle of blood on the floor, from the lifeless body of a slashed woman, and...
...From the body of a standing man with a knife on his right hand.
His body was stained with blood, but I knew... most of the blood there was not his. He clutched his knife and continued to stare at us...
Then, he smiled. It is not long after that he began to approach us. In deep fear, I tighten my hug of my little sister's body. My little sister... She was so small, but why must she saw this all...?
No - Stop it...!
"NO! GET AWAY FROM US!" I shouted as hardest as I could, but the words never reach the man.
"Let us go..."
Anybody, please... help us...
"STOP IT! I beg you..."
"As a family... together..."
A second later, he fell to ground, lifeless. The fatal wounds on his chest finally pay their price. There's no murderer anymore. Nobody will try to kill us anymore. However, never could I forget of what happened on that night - the night that changed our life forever.
...Father...
CHAPTER ONE: REASONING
[Humans have always been rejecting things they do not wish. No human could actually love a thing that he hated. Human...]
I repetitively gazed upon the writings on a pale green diary. No matter how I looked at it, it is clear that the whole thing was written by the hand of my best friend herself. I have always loved to read her diary, and it's not that she didn't allow me to read it - she had even wanted to exchange our diary. What I love the most from her writings was that she always had interesting things to write.
However, the writings on several last pages seemed to be different. If it's not for her hand-writing, I would have recognized it as a diary of someone else.
They no longer held any excitement in them. Instead, they were filled with anger, pessimistic outlook on humanity. I could see them filled with hatred of the writer. I almost could not believe what I read; it's just...
It was her who wrote this. Her, my best friend. The only friend I had at school, and the only one that accepted me the way I am. The most optimistic and outgoing person I ever knew. Now, she no longer could write anything on this diary.
It has been three days since Yamada Hitomi hanged herself on her room to death. Her usually tidy room was now filled with scraps of paper, shattered glasses, and even her blood.
It's my fault.
I have failed as a friend... I couldn't be the one that she can depends on. I have always been like this, an utter failure.
"Miss Kamiyama," a middle-aged policeman came to the room, approaching me, "As miss Yamada's closest friend, did you have any clue or symptom as of why she killed herself?"
I held back my tears as I answered, "N-no... I haven't met her since our graduation. I have tried to visit her several times, but she never opened the door for me. That's why, I..."
The police sighed upon this answer. They have been searching for the true reason behind this suicide, but still couldn't find the clue. For what good did a cheerful and outgoing girl changed her outlook on life and ultimately took her own life?
Looking toward the direction of the police, I could see a woman crying a bit far behind him, at the family room. The woman, Hitomi's mother, was crying as a police questioned her. Her husband tried to comfort her, but couldn't bear to stop the tears that ran on his chin as well.
I have no guts to face them. I couldn't be a good friend to their daughter…
Hitomi... Forgive me...
The path to my house had never been this silent since Hitomi came into my life. I'm not a very social-able person, a matter of fact which caused me to having a hard time finding a friend at school. As a result, I was left behind by everyone as a loner. Hitomi was the only one that tried to approach me, and even offered herself as a friend. Now she's gone forever, and I was left alone again.
No, I'm not completely alone, in fact.
Arriving to my house, I gazed at the name board attached to the wall of the fence.
Written to it was 'Kamiyama Suzuka - Chidori'. It has been always like this since eight years ago, and it never changed. I doubt it would be.
I hesitantly opened the door to my house. Inside, it was as quiet as ever. The light of the house was unlit, except for one; the living room.
Inside the room, a slender young woman was typing at her old laptop. Her sight was obviously not good anymore, as she was wearing a glasses. This short-haired woman was the sole member of my family; my big sister, Kamiyama Suzuka.
She didn't even bother to look at me when I entered the room, and so do I who didn't greet her. I simply walked to the fridge, opened it, and took a cold bottle of mineral water. I ended up ascending to my room at the second floor without even say a word to her.
Anybody could say that our relationship wasn't that good. Ever since that night, the distance between us grew just like that. I finally get used to it that I didn't bother to mend our relationship anymore.
I quietly closed the door of my room and began to open the lit of the bottle I held. I have just sipped the first sip, when...
Splash.
...The image of me and Hitomi flashed in my mind. The plastic bottle I held fell, its content spilled to the floor. I fell to my feet, and began to cry silently. It's still too hard to accept the fact that she was gone. My best friend. Now, I couldn't hear her greet me anymore, or accept her offer to go to the sweet shop with her. I lost her just like that.
She had gone... forever.
And there's nothing I can do for her. She had always been a good friend to me, and what did I do? Nothing. Instead, I merely enjoyed her company. I was too egotistical.
Because my sister had been ignoring me, I've been literally alone all this time - before Hitomi came, that is.
I remembered one fact of why I had to distant myself from everyone.
I, in fact, have the ability to see, feel, and hear things that are not supposedly visible to normal person.
I could see lingering spirits and unrest 'wanderers'.
I tried to the best I could to avoid this fact, but ultimately felt that it was too impossible, seeing at how I saw these things. It's not everybody who refused to socialize with me, but instead, I was the one who distant myself from them. Oddly, ever since I began my friendship with Hitomi, the sixth sense began to falter bit by bit - to the point that I no longer could see or hear them anymore.
I forgot how much things Hitomi had done for me. Now that she's dead by suicide, why couldn't I do something, at least found out the reasons behind her action, for her? I have to. I will find out the reason of why she killed herself.
A woman in pink kimono screamed.
Lurking men with knife.
A body of a child, filled with slashing gashes, was thrown into the flaming woods.
Escaping couple.
Captured woman in pink kimono.
Spreading puddles of blood.
Abandoned dormitory buildings.
Small group of traditional houses, with villagers working outside.
Hanged young man.
A long-haired girl, wearing a one-pieced dress, entered an abandoned building alone with a flashlight on her hand...
-AUTHOR'S NOTE-
First chapter of Fatal Frame: Forbidden Petals is finally here! :D
This was my second-published fanfic here, and I finally have the guts to put a long fanfic to the site - at first, I wrote this in Indonesian-language format, but later rewrites it into an English one, so that the reader's range increased.
About the last part of this chapter, please do not confuse it with the 'into the manor' scene of Fatal Frame 3. It was different, and shorta like a vision of the past. By who? Wait 'til the next chapter ;)
Anyway, please rate and review! Any constructive critics are always welcomed :D
Thank you for reading this!