Title: Snowflake Upon A Seashell
Rating: T to be safe
Anime: Getbackers
Copyright: I don't own getbackers
Prologue
When I was little I remember pure, white snow. I remember the warmth from my mother as she embraced my trembling body. I thought of her then as a brave person, because she was shielding me from that bitter cold.
When I was little I remember the feel of cold water as it hit my bare feet while I walked the beach side with my mother. I remember her hand closed around mine, leading me on so that I wouldn't stray. Her tall form shielded me from the hot rays of the sun.
I remember her stopping, her eyes staring down at the water. Those calm, blue eyes suddenly became alert and she let go of my hand. She approached the water and bent down her hand reaching downward. She brought up a faded-pink seashell something I had never laid eyes upon before. She walked over a dropped the shell in my tiny hands.
"Now you have a gift from the sea," she said. I clasped my hands around it and beamed up at her. I didn't know the sea could give gifts.
When I was little I remember being curled up in a blanket lying next to the fireplace. My mother was sitting in her favorite rocking chair, her hands busy making something. I lifted my head to try and see what she was making. I couldn't see so I put my head back on the pillow to wait patiently. After a few minutes of waiting I had fallen asleep. I awoke the next morning to a necklace around my neck. I was adorned with white beads that reminded me of the snow. Then it had the shell that my mother had found for me. It was the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen. I looked up and saw my mother looking down at me with a proud smile on her face.
When I was little I remember my mother becoming very sick. She became fragile, like glass. I remember her lying in bed and a doctor visiting frequently. I would ask the doctor if my mother was going to be okay but he wouldn't answer me. At night my mother would cough constantly. There would be times when I would go to check on her and find her body shivering. It became a routine for me to curl up next to her, my small body trying to keep her warm.
When I was little I remember my mother died. I remember crying, calling out her name. She wouldn't wake up. When the doctor arrived I had already come to the conclusion that she would never wake up. That day I clutched the seashell that hung around my neck as they carried my mother's body away in a stretcher. I felt alone, I wanted her to come back...
Those memories flooded my head as I walked along on the streets one winter day. The wind was blowing hard, the signs of a blizzard coming soon. My body shivered as I walked into the wind. I looked around and noticed I was the only one out on the streets. Everyone must be inside their warm cozy homes...
I lost my footing on some ice and fell to the cold concrete. I let out a yelp as I felt the cold sink through my clothing. I laid there hoping that I hadn't broken anything before I got up. Now one side of my body was wet from the snow on the concrete. I brushed the remnants of snow off before continuing on my walk.
Little did I realize that I had lost something. It lay in the bed of snow where I had fallen, wondering why the water was so cold. That day I also began to cough blood...
Author's Note: Okie day, so did you like the little prologue. I hope you didn't cry...I did though. I feel so sorry for our little child whom is six-years-old when her mother passes away. She managed to survive up to the age she is at the end of prologue which I made sixteen. She still a little child! Anyway, please review and I will send chapter one along. It shall be worked on while I am at work.