A/N: this is a rewritten revamped version of my other story of the same name. I don't own Resident Evil, Yiruma, or Juneau Alaska.
Prologue: Welcome to My Life
I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the familiarity of my bedroom. I was home, safe and sound, in Juneau. I took a moment after to say a mental 'Good-morning' to all of my Resident Evil memorabilia. Eighteen years old I may be, mature I am not.
The next thing I consciously processed was that I could hear my piano being played. Very badly.
I stumbled out of bed, and down the stairs, to where I could hear the disjoined notes coming from. The living room, where my Grand Piano was situated. There, on the piano bench, was my sister Vivian.
"If you're going to butcher a song, please don't butcher one that I wrote," I teased from the doorway.
Oh, I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? My name is Gwen. Well, it's actually Guinevere, but if anybody other than my mom and dad call me that, they die. End of story. I'm eighteen years old, born on June 14th, 1994. I'm sort of ridiculously tall, measuring about 6'1 tall, I have wavy blonde hair that goes down to my shoulder blades, I have a pale complexion, and my eyes are icy blue. My twin, Vivian, is the same way, just a bit shorter.
"C'mon, Gwen, When Love Falls is my favourite one!" Vivian whined, irritated by my teasing. I fake-gasped, sitting next to her on the piano bench.
"That's what you were playing? I think you did it wrong. This is what it's supposed to sound like, and it's called When The Love Falls." I corrected.
With a small inhale of breath, I began to play, trailing off at the "chorous". Vivian's lips pushed out in a pout when I finished.
"Yeah, yeah, not everybody in the family is as musically gifted like you." she retorted. I snickered.
"And you, mom, and dad are prime examples of that. I swear, the cats can play better than mom." I said. We both laughed at that, and I looked to the clock. 9:00 in the morning. A reasonable hour to start the day. Maybe I'd head to the shooting range. The shooting range... Oh yeah! I had a scheduled weapon training class today at the shooting range! Then I had to go to Kim's house to get Darkside Chronicles back, and I'd probably stay there for a few hours. Then I had a night shift at the diner...
"You planning on being gone all day?" Vivian asked, like she was reading my mind. I shrugged.
"Probably. Don't wait up." I said, grabbing my phone and my keys to the house, shoving both into my purse. Then I grabbed my coat, and made it as far as the door before I groaned.
"What's wrong Gwen?" Vivian asked.
"It's snowing." I grumbled, grabbing my rubber boots and an umbrella. It wasn't even October, for crying out loud. "Ridiculous.." I muttered as I began sloshing through the soggy snow.
"Gwen, what's up?" my best friend Kimberly Dale said as she opened the door, obviously surprised to see me, looking like a drowned rat, outside of her house.
"A few things. One, can I come in? Two, I'd like Darkside Chronicles back, please. Three, I wanted to hang out with you. Four, I just walked here from the bus stop." I said, walking inside, and sighing contentedly at the warmth of the inside of the house.
"Why didn't you just drive?" Kim asked as she took my coat, passing me a thick comforter as we went to the living room.
"Car's in the shop, and I'm free until my shift at 9:00 at Tina's." I answered, practically flopping down on her couch. She giggled.
"How did your gun training or whatever that was go? You learn how to shoot zombies?" she asked playfully, walking into the kitchen to do who knows what.
"In the course of several hours, I've learned how to look badass when shooting a gun, and I shoot just a little above average skill." I stated, hearing another laugh from the kitchen.
"You've always been a natural." she complimented, entering the room with two mugs of hot chocolate. I stared blankly at Kim for a few seconds.
"Y'know, you're one of those epic best friends that only exist in movies and books." I stated, picking up one of the mugs. Kim laughed.
"Also," she held up two game cases. "Darkside Chronicles Co-Op, or taking turns on number four?" She was talking about Resident Evil 4.
I pointed at Darkside Chronicles.
"I like the cutscenes in that one better." I stated, picking up a Wii Remote. Kim rolled her eyes.
"Only you would pick a game based on the cutscenes." she muttered. I snickered.
"Just put it in already. I call Leon, by the way." I said as she put the game in.
"Ha! Take that, spider!" I exclaimed as I shot the heck out of a giant spider on the TV. We were playing Operation: Javier. That was my second favourite mission in the game. Memories of a Lost City is my favourite, which we already finished. I hate spiders.
"Hey, don't you have work in half an hour?" Kim asked. I looked to the clock and saw she was right. It was already 8:30.
"Geeze, where'd the time go?" I wondered, and Kim saved our progress.
I was ready to go within minutes, and last-second, I remembered to grab Darkside Chronicles, and I shoved it in my purse with my phone.
"I'll see you tomorrow, maybe!" I called, slipping my boots on and hurriedly tying them as I stumbled out of the door.
'Oh god, I'm gonna be late.' I thought as I began jogging. I had to go five blocks away, and there was traffic. I looked as I reached a crosswalk, and I began to run across before more cars would come. At the last second, I saw a bus coming around the corner. I moved backwards, but my foot hit a patch of black ice, and I went forwards. I knew the bus couldn't see me, because of my accursed black attire, until the last second.
The last thing my mind consciously registered was the blaring of a bus horn, and then all was black.
A/N: So... to all of you who read the first one... is it better? Leave a review and tell me!
