Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara, just this fic. I wish I did though XD
Perseverance is key. That is what I have been told far to many times- over and over again. But I no longer believe in such deceit, in such untruth, in such lies. Not since the day she changed-when it all changed.
Lazily lolling on the emerald grass in the breeze of summer, I sat crooning to the soft melodies of mum's guitar. Although her song melancholic the lyrics that I sing voice my mood- my joyful mood. Her strums stop abrubtly and deep in the pit of my stomache I know that I have brought her deep sorrow and wrath upon myself. I try, albeit clumsily, to evade her rage by altering the lyrics as best to my ability. However, I'm afraid it's to late to avoid her anger. At the touch of her palm on my pale cheek I know that her dronken persona has risen to the surface. It was my belief her shadowy guise could never touch in my haven of day and in her sober form; I was content with this knowledge- in fact comforted by it.
"Don't talk to me about love like you know what is! Don't act like having feelings for someone who can't return them is easy! You'll never understand how your father's depature makes me feel!" she screechs through gritted teeth and tears pool in her eyes. Tears pool in my eyes ,aswell, but I can and must never fall to my weakness because I know well even without a bottle to her lips her fury is a powerful force not to reckon with. Father did this to us. If he hadn't departed from us, mother would not have been a wreck and it especially showed through when she attempted to drown her sorrows away with whiskey. The pain consumes my hope and forces me into my weak state: my walls are diminishing and I am now turning back into my once weak person again. She slaps and kicks and punches until I am knelt groveling at her feet bloody and bruised. I endure the sharp blows as best as I can but it hurts to know that the one who cared for me and loved me so long ago is now abusing me near to death. To further instate her superiority she kneels down beside me and clasps my neck in a headlock. I can't breath or hold in my tears in a longer so I let it it all go. I express my pain thouroughly through screams and cries. It hurts dearly and I know I am now reaching dire level but I could never fight back it is outside my limits. I am now slipping into a world of darkness but at the same time a place I can feel content and carefree. My escape route but no key. It's as if I am banging on the door to the after life but no one shall come permit entry into peace for me. As I fall, the only thing playing in my mind-over and over again- are the good times we had as a family together and it hurts to rememeber but I must hang onto my last thread of happiness. I must hold onto the memories of picnics on the riverbank, swimming in the lake and basking in their love for as long as possible. Mother's stare locks with mine and she scowls. She then voiced my fears coldly with no hint of remorse lingering in her voice, "I shall teach you a lesson about the hard truth and let you feel my pain so you can better understand not to defy me!"
But that was a very long time ago when I was five years of age, just a few months after my father had left along with my innocence and peace of mind. But what is most important to me and what I hold dear to my heart is finding that key. The key that led to my freedom. Some much happened then and on but I am afraid I can not make a perfect account of the tortures I have endured and the troubles I persevered through. However that no longer effects me any way or any how; I just hold on tight to my present jovial psyche and life that I have built up for myself. The only piece of my past I still retain and keep close to my heart is Jiritsu- the rebirth of my soul. But even after my souls renewal there is still a slight emptiness in my world that I intent to fill...
Forcefully, I suck in my sorrows for it is too late to change my mind. I sometime question my motive for returning here but it seems I require this comfort- my very last hope to fill the emptiness. I am just so glad that Jiritsu is aiding me through all my troubles.I rap on the door with every ounce of my might: I want to be heard before I change my decision. Shuffling and whispers become audible from within the room- I don't know what to think of such things but as the door swings open I still enter. Shoulder back, chin up, be proud. That is my motto when going through tough times,a motto I learnt from my mother, but I can't seem to pull it off.
Hush comes over the crowds in my veiw as I enter. No one dares to talk, let alone breath for my presence is some what stupefying.
"And who may you be?" the ginger-haired man, who appears to be situated at the front of the room, inquires. I huff and try to feign confidence as best as I can, since I have very little to begin with, and drawl, "Kichona Hamasaki,"
In an eruption of reactions, the class dives into a frenzy o suprise. It seems my name has spawned much controversy and curiosity amongst them now and there is a certain question on all their tounges that only one person cares to voice.
"It can't possibly be her, can it?" Oh yes, indeed it can.
Authors Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter and yes I have gotten rid of 'Recruits' because I felt it was going nowhere :( Anyways I would love yall to review, follow and favourite. Oh and by the way I will always be improving past chapters so don't be surprised! XD