Guardian Angel
And so I'm back with a new story. Sorry for dissapearing on ya'll, you could say I was on a sabatical. I'm still writing my other stories I've just hit a temporary wall. So enjoy this one. I've had it around for a while now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, just this plot, its outcome, and Kat.
From the desktop of:
Kat Hanaroshi
7/23/03
Have you ever died?
Or found yourself hanging off the cliff of life with one finger?
Then just as you're about to fall into the jaws of death you're rescued by an angel; and then you are forever cursed to live a life no longer taken for granted, and teased because of medical conditions.
Well maybe you haven't, but I have. I was six when it happened. I was teased then, too, but only because boys are rude and like to tease little girls until they cry. So I often spent my time playing one-man catch in the yard. Then one fateful day, the wind blew the ball out of my reach and into the street. My mama was on the phone and my father was in his home office. I didn't want to bother them, so being considerate I went to retrieve the ball myself. I never saw the truck and got hit. I was thrown, lifeless of course, into a brick wall. The frantic truck driver quickly called an ambulance, though I could have been dead. When the paramedics came they did everything they possibly could to keep me alive. Sadly it wasn't good enough, and they eventually gave up. Now remember that cliff I told you about? Well that's where I was, just about to give up, too. But like I also said an angel came and helped me. I woke up in the hospital bed after that. All around me people were rejoicing and saying how much of a miracle it was that I survived. That was all I remembered about that day. I woke up again days later with my mama watching over me, but my father was long gone. That left mama to pay the medical bill. I had suffered from a concussion and a broken leg. I had to learn how to speak and walk all over again. I also had to take a lot of medication and they turned my once sleek black hair a snowy white and my serene blue eyes a hypnotic yellow. I also obtained an obsession for fish and milk while other kids liked candy and sweets. I got out of the hospital when I was eight and because I was teased a lot I managed to get myself into the right grade. But I also began to isolate myself, clinging to high places and dark room, whatever I could find to escape the torment of my classmates. My mama finally got worried enough to sent me to a shrink, and he came up with some wacked out conclusion that I thought I was a cat with only a few lives left to spare. My mama took his word and tried to honor my 'decision' by changing my name official to Kat, just more to be teased about. After that my mama got a job that involved moving around a lot, so I decided to drop the whole making friends thing, and picked up sewing. This, however, made my mama sad when she realized she couldn't bond with me over shopping like other teenage girls. I wonder if she ever noticed that she was the only person I actual talked to. I guess not. And besides, who said I wanted to be like other teenage girls, I like being unique thank you very much. And I'll never understand how parent always complain about their kids always wanting them to buy everything in the world, but as soon as you stop wanting stuff from them they get sad. But, yeah, I guess that brings us to today. It's another school in another town in another city, big whoop.
-Kat-