Goodbye Happiness

ONE
Namine

My fondest memory is that of my father reading me those fairy tales. The princess would go through hardships then the prince would save the princess and everything would be okay. My mother had died in an accident when I was young. So I guess that was why my dad and I were pretty close. Always protecting me and giving me the utmost love and care. You could say I was a daddy's girl. And I admit I was. He was the only one I had to look up to. He was my prince charming of the time.

Then when I was five years old, the worst happened. He was instantly taken away from me. Right in front of my eyes, he was killed.

He had just gotten home from a long day of work. He never told me what kind of job he had. Always secretive about it. But whatever it was, it sure caused him a lot of stress and problems. Even having him murdered.

Even though the murderers saw me, they let me go. Considering I've just lost my most important person, I might as well be let off easy. I was just a kid, traumatized to even memorize what they looked like.

But if I had known what today was like, I would have begged them to just kill me.

"Namine!" my aunt's muffled screech hollered. Thank goodness for my room being on the third floor. Well, not a room, technically, an attic.

"Namine! Hurry up and get your lousy ass down here now! Breakfast isn't going to make itself! Not to mention, if you're late for school one more time, I'm doubling up your chores for the week," she hollers again.

It was a big controversy on who got guardianship over me after the funeral of my father. My grandparents wouldn't do it because they were old; they've already had their share of taking care of kids. My parents left no will on who was to get me if this was to ever happen. My mom's side had no other relatives. And the last person they resorted to was Aunt Kari Strife.

She was the elder sister of my dad. When it was confirmed that she was to care for me, she was angry. To her, I was just a burden and another mouth to feed since she had just recently gotten divorced. She had a daughter, Kairi Igarashi, who happens to be my age, to already care for.

"Namine! If I call you one more time, I swear, I'm going to make it where you'll instantly run when I call you!" again my aunt hollers. I groan as I finished putting on my school uniform. Quickly swinging my book bag over my shoulders, I made a run down the three flights of stairs.

The down side of living on the third floor was there were so many stairs.

I ran to the kitchen and instantly threw my bag to the floor.

My aunt was already sitting at the table. She was reading the morning papers. But the look on her face was clearly unhappy. And I already knew that I was the cause of her unhappiness.

"Namine, when I call you, I expect you to come the first time," her voice was full of malice. I tried to look unfazed but when her eyes glance away from the paper and to me, I flinch.

"I-I'm sorry. I was clearly taking too long to get ready for school. I'll try to be quicker next time," I really didn't want to apologize, but it was either this or punishments for back sassing.

She sighs and sets down her paper. Her blue eyes, identical to mines, glared at me.

People more than often mistook me as her daughter. Ew. The thought of her as my mother was really sickening. I didn't like the fact that we looked too similar to one another. We had the same colored pale, blonde hair. Our eyes were even the same shade of ocean blue. Only difference was she was more aged in looks. And her hair was a pixie crop. Mine was slightly below my shoulders.

I guess since I did get all my traits from my dad it was no coincidence that I would also look like her.

"Stop ogling me and go make me some coffee! After that get out of my sight and leave!" she snaps then her attention was back to the newspaper. But before I could walk away, I heard her mutter, "God, how did Cloud and Tifa make such a worthless daughter."

My hands clenches into fists. I was already used to the insults. Or I should be at least.

While I was making the coffee, I heard a pair of feet shuffling into the room.

"Good morning!" a voice chirped.

I turn around to see my cousin smiling happily at me. Her smiles were always so vibrant. She was such a radiant sunshine in the storm.

Unlike her mother, Kairi was actually a friend. After defending me once, she learned the hard way that going on her mother's bad side was not an option. After that, she never tried to defend me ever again. But she never once treated me like her mom. And that's why, I guess, I admired Kairi because she was so nice and kind.

She wasn't only kind, but also, beautiful. Her red hair, which cascaded below her shoulders, she had gotten from her father. Her surname was also her dad's and I bet her personality was also from her father too. I didn't see any of her mom's traits in her except for her eyes which still differed because there were hints of purple within the blues.

If it was a fairy tale, I feel she would be the princess every prince would want to save. Because compared to me, she was more fitting to be the princess.

"Good morning, Kairi," I greet her with a smile of my own.

"Kairi, don't be so loud in the morning. I'm trying to read here," her mom mutters in annoyance.

We both rolled our eyes. Always the kill joy, her mom.

I hurriedly pour the coffee into a mug and set it down on the table.

"I-I hope the coffee is to your liking," I pleaded in my head that it was.

I watch warily as she lifts the coffee to her lips. My eyes widen when I noticed the steam emitting from the mug. Crap!

"W-Wai-," I tried to warn, but too late.

The instant she sipped, her eyes widened. A little bit of coffee spurted from her mouth and a bit spilt onto the table.

"How dare you give me coffee too hot for me to drink, are you trying to burn my tongue?! You probably thought if I burned my tongue bad enough, I wouldn't be able to talk! Right?!" her shouting increased the fright that I felt.

"A-Aunt Kari, it's not like that at all! I-I made a mistake," I tried to plead and explain.

I glance to Kairi, who was startled with fear.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" I immediately turn my head back to her. Just as I did, hot liquid burned my left arm.

"Burns doesn't it? Just like how my tongue burns. You better be grateful that I didn't just pour it all over your head! Get out of my sight, you worthless insolent!"

Without even looking back, I grab my book bag and bolted out of there as fast as my legs could take me.

Anywhere was better than there. And I wasn't going to give her the satisfied feeling of seeing me cry.

Why would God do this to me? Did God hate me? Why couldn't he just let those murders kill me too? Why leave me miserable and lonely? Why take away every single piece of happiness away? Not even bothering to leave me an ounce of happiness.

Finally, when I was a far distance from the house, I dropped on all fours. Letting all the grief I felt out.

My tears continuously fell from my eyes. My sobs were unstoppable. Everything from the heartache I felt; the grief and misery that had been built up in my chest release in the cries.

The ground was blurred by the tears, I clenched my eyes shut, letting the droplets of tears fall. Within my sobs, I managed to gasp out, "I've never wanted anything more, but for you to end my misery. Please, God, please, just end it for me already."

But no, God just hated me because I was already eighteen, and he's never granted me the one thing I wanted most. To be free from the misery he had left me with.

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A/N: Okay, I know, stop making new stories if you're not going to finish your other stories first! Well, I've decided to actually delete them! Whaaaat?! Yeah, I know, upsetting and totally horrible of me to leave a story unfinished! But rest assured, when the time comes when I have time and a new computer, I will maybe rewrite them! But for now, my computer actually broke, and yeah, I just don't have the time to write as freely as I want anymore. But I'll try to update as much as I can with this one, because this story idea has been stuck in my head for like ever! And yeahs, I just felt the need to let it out. And yeahs, tell me what you think of it and if I should continue with it or not. Give me some inspiration, ideas, and tips! "Opinions are always welcomed. They don't hold back the writer, they really just inspire." With that, rock on Fanfic Junkies! Peace~!