The Cradle Will Fall
By Katia-chan
A/N: Because I cannot write chapters, I will write continuous drabbles dammit!
This is the result of too much time plotting and avoiding the large piles of homework I have. It's all college's fault I tell you!
The multiple drabble thing is a style that Adi88 has made me fall very much in love with from all her wonderful fanfiction. I am borrowing the style, and will attempt to pull it off half as well as she does.
This series is tied in with my Okasan series, which is still in the. . . rather lengthy process of being written.
Me, procrastinate, what?
Disclaimer: Go ahead, laugh at my pain. I dare you.
Enjoy!
XXX
Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
Rin plays in the grass outside of their house. It is a beautiful sunny day and she is a beautiful sunny little girl. It's a gorgeous day and she knows it is perfect, because what else would it be? She does not have to go to school; she has all day to play.
She climbs the small tree and feels like she can fly. Her hair floats everywhere and she waves happily at the house.
The small low branch snaps and she tumbles to the ground. There is blood on her hands, blood on her knees, and she screams because there is a lot of it, and the already forming bruises hurt.
Mother comes running out, sees the blood and scoops her up, all soothing pats and comforting words. They go inside and clean her cuts, mother kisses them.
Rin goes out to play again. It has all been fixed.
Rin is older now. She walks outside and doesn't notice the sun; she doesn't notice the sky or the trees. It is a beautiful day and she is still a beautiful girl, but her eyes are darker. She has to go to school, and she's forgotten how to play.
Her stomach seizes up and she doubles over, her feet catching on each other and sending her tumbling to the sidewalk. There is blood on her hands and knees, and she can taste blood in her mouth. Maybe it's from throwing up, or maybe it is from where she's chewed a hole in her lip. She doesn't care; she doesn't even see.
She cries out from the pain, and she isn't sure if she wants anyone to hear or not. If mother heard she wouldn't care; mother is at home and doesn't want her there. That house of cards toppled long ago. So she cries quietly and soothes herself, comforting herself with lies and anger.
Rin gets up and keeps walking; things are still wrong and they will continue to fall apart.
And no one cares.