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Disclaimer: Okay, let's go down to basics here. Technically, I don't own "Harvest Moon" But I do own a copy for my gameboy... Plus... I own a Can Of Tuna!
Hello! This is my first fanfiction. It' s a series of One-shots that are all connected in some way or another. This is the first one-shot: Karen. My Favorite Character...Actually I like all of them. Anyway, I should clear some things up a bit. Like the rating. This one-shot may not deem worthy of an "M" rating. But I implore, people below fourteen "should not" be reading this. This is just a warning, I can't tell you what to do, i'm not your mother. But just so I don't get blamed or anything that's all. This wil be a romance, but...still angst. As said before, angst is my God. And one last thanks to my sister, who helped me come up with half the plot, yet was too chicken to write it herself. Thank you guys for reading!
The-Music-Of-Hands
Serenity's Web
Karen-Rippling Depression Chapter One
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June 4rth 1990
Karen Wilcox 10:40 P.M.
Clouds drifted in through the musky air, and Karen huddled on the loose wooden pier, arms wrapped around her knees as she stared at the ocean rolling listlessly. A soft breath of wind tousled her greasy hair, and a slight shiver ran down her arms and through her legs. Summer had just begun, the chilling effects of spring still lingering on their last bits of life. Karen knew better than to wear shorts when it was cold out, but they were the only thing she had clean at the minute.
Somewhere the cries of a foghorn echoed against the moon and down to the beach where she was sitting, her eyes dull, and distracted. Sighing, she let a single drop of salty water dribble down from the corner of her eye. She didn't want to feel this way; she didn't really want to feel anything at the particular moment.
Between her Father and Mother constantly battling with their relationship, Gray leaving her for the newest blonde civilian, and Rick-
Karen shuddered and took a deep breath of salty humid air. The thought of him still haunted her mind, and she lived with the fact everyday that no matter what she did, the memory would not erase itself. Nobody wanted her now, nobody cared enough to spare anything after Rick had happened, and she was worthless, stained, and imperfect. She knew above all other things that it was all she would ever be.
The wind intensified, and Karen started to take her shoes off. She wanted to be numb, she didn't want to feel, she didn't want to smell, she didn't want to see, she didn't…want to be anything. Dipping her leg in the constantly moving water, the icy tones bit at her skin, tingling pricks of pain spreading through her foot right up to her knees. Leaning back, she let her legs linger in the frigid water, and put her arms behind her head, creating a makeshift pillow. The stars were beautiful tonight, and as soon as they became beautiful, they were quickly covered with a dark grey cloud…because in reality, the beautiful ones had always been deemed the imperfect.
Thinking this, she lifted her leg out of the water and pinched the skin slightly. No feeling at all… That is what she wanted to be, nothing. Stretching her arms, a yawn forced its way out of her mouth, and she blinked a few times, clearing out the fog in her eyes. The lull of the waves proved to be tantalizing, and she had half a mind to just jump in and drift away. Brows furrowing, she dug her nails into her arm. What was she doing, thinking things like that? People needed her… Lies, lies, lies, lies. Who really needed her? Who really wanted her? Who would give anything to be with her? No one would want that…
So when she floated away, who would notice, who would care?
She stared at the water and dipped her legs back into the water, wincing at the sudden burst of cold. Her ankles went first, then her knees, now her waist. She took her hair barrette out of her dark blonde oily hair and set it by her shoes. How much further until she could finally become what she had dreamed of for ages, how much further did she have to go to become nothing?
She walked deeper, and the waves consumed her shoulders. It was time to take the ticket, and go to the place, where she could be anything. The waves sung as they crashed against the nearby rocks, rush in, rush out, rush in, and rush out, an endless song. Her neck went next and then her head. Then, she felt herself drifting slowly away, and she smiled, the waves sounding like laughter under the surface. While the shimmering moon waved a solemn goodbye as she drifted into the ocean, the bubbles waved a welcome hello. The water rolled her with it, and she danced, she sung, she laughed, as the water lolled her through its mouth and down its throat.
Then Karen knew that she would die as she blinked and stared into nothing, remembering something she said to Gray long ago.
'The sounds of the ocean always make me feel at peace'
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I feel so guilty doing this, but, it's a plot point that we cannot avoid. Anyway, see you next time and thank you so much for reading this! Let me know if you have any idea's or the what-not. Ill be happy to converse with another human being. Remember, I use flames to melt my marshmellow's!
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