A/N: Hello once again. This is one of those fics that just pop into my mind, and if I forget, I won't remember. And this particular fic is a "you have to figure it out yourself" type. (Also, I won't give out ANY names until the near end in this fic.) It's inspired by another song by Mariah it's called, "Petals". (Very touching I might add: P) and I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Yo.
Petals: Sorrows
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I've often wondered if there's
Ever been a perfect family
I've always longed for undivideness
And sought stability
She was a little orphan girl at the age of three. Walking all alone near the country side rode. It was pouring down raining and she had no coat to protect her. She kept walking until she came to a little town. She looked into the window and saw a happy family in their warm, safe home.
The little girl sighed at the perfected people and continued to treat on the now muddy street. 'Oh, I wish I had a family. And even someone to love me.' She thought
Not long afterwards, her stomach began growl. She didn't eat anything in days and she even surprised herself by holding on so long.
"I have to eat something."
She soon saw a bakery. And the people in it were about to close. But there was a plump brunette with a green fur coat and jewels came out; she was carrying a bag full of bread and sweet breads.
In a desperate attempt, she grabbed the bag and ran. Little did she know, the plump woman caught her and beat her with her cane.
"You filthy little rodent! How dare you take my bag and try to stuff my valuable delights! I should take you back to the Indian filth that you came from!" The lady left leaving the girl bruised, and battered.
"I-I'm so hungry. I want something to eat." She said. Instead of walking she was now limping to nowhere.
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Soon she came to another village but this time, it was more a religious village. She stopped to look into another window. This time it was many people were praying in unison. Unknowingly to them and even to herself, she prayed along.
A flower taught me how to pray…
But as I grew that flower changed
She started flailing in the wind
Like golden petals scattering…
Then a little girl noticed her. She ran out of the building and came to her.
"Oh, hello! My name is Teresa. What's your name?"
She looked at the blond girl. Teresa wore a nun-like outfit, her hair was neatly braided with black ribbons, and she wore white stockings, and shiny black shoes. She looked like a golden haired angel, but with black.
"Umm…my name is…ugh…I don't have one." She stated sadly. The truth was she didn't have a name. The two people that claimed to be her parents abandoned her, because of her sex and left her to rot.
"Oh, that's sad. Well you look kind of little and lost. How old are you? And why are you by yourself?"
Boy, this girl asked a lot of questions. The little girl decided to answer.
"Well, I three. And I don't have mama or dada. They left me all by my self."
Teresa looked at her for a moment, "You poor little thing. Let me get you something to eat."
She saw the girl go back into the building; she came back with something in her hand. "Here, this is all I have with me. I hope this will help."
Almost instantly, she grabbed the food and ate it. Once she finished she told the girl she had to go.
"But why? You could stay with me and my family."
"That wud be nice, but I can't. I don't know why, but I just can't." With that, she ran away.
And I miss you dandelion
And even love you
And I wish there was a way
For me to trust you
But it hurts me every time
I try to touch you
But I miss you dandelion
And even love you
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It was still raining and the little girl was still walking. Now she was barefoot because the mud trapped her shoes, and she couldn't get them out. Then she started to cough and sneeze, followed by some wheezing.
"I don't wanna be sick." She coughed. She looked up at the sky; it was rain and thunder that was up above. The she started to shiver because the wind came. She shook a little and realized she was too tired to tread. Soon her legs buckled.
Then, as someone heard her plea, there was a little house in the middle of nowhere. With the remaining strength left in her, she ran to the house. She tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge.
'I'm very wude. I know enough to knock at someone's home.' So she knocked. But no one came to answer. She did this repeatedly until she gave up. And so did her body. The next thing that accrued her world became black. The poor little girl fell on the porch, and stayed there.
I gravitated towards a patriarch
So young predictably
I resigned to spend my life
With a maze of misery
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It was a new day. The sun shone, and everything seemed very peaceful. The little girl awoke in a nice warm bed. Little to her knowing that someone actually stayed there, they just didn't answer in time.
When the little girl looked around nobody was there. So she decided to do a little exploring. She saw many Indian objects like spears, arrows, dream catchers, etc. And many Indian paintings. She looked so fascinated with all of it; afterward someone's voice broke the silence that surrounded her.
"Well it's seems that your fine."
She turned to around to see a lady. She was wearing knee-length cowboy boots with socks. She had on upper thigh-length shorts. And she had on a brown jacket with the sleeves rolled up, and a white shirt. But the most distinctive thing she had on was her feather crown.
"Who are you?"
The woman chuckled, "I should be asking you that. My name is Michelle. Last night I found you on my porch; at first I thought you were dead. But you breathed; only a little bit. And might I add, you're quite a survivor. You had bruises, you were sick, and you must've been walking for miles. Would you like something to eat?"
All she could do was nod. The little girl followed Michelle to the kitchen. It was a very simple one too. It had a stove, refrigerator, cabinet, and a sink, very simple.
Michelle took out a bowl and got some milk. Then she took out a box. The little girl just sat herself down. And let Michelle pour stuff out of the box, then she poured milk into it, and finally she gave her a spoon.
"What is this?"
"It's called cereal, silly."
"Ohh, thank you." The little girl was cautious at first, then she gobbled it all up.
Michelle giggled at the child's hunger. She continued to look her. "Little girl, do you have parents."
The girl shook her head.
"Well would you like to be my daughter?"
The little girl stared at the woman. "Really?"
"Yes, I'm in need of a child and you're in need of a parent. So what do ya say?"
She hesitated, "Umm…ok!"
"That's great," She ran back into her room and came back with something, "this belonged to my great-aunt. And now this belongs to you."
She placed a unique feather crown on her head.
"From now on, your name shall be, Julia."
And I even loved you
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To Be Continued…………….
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A/N: Well that's finished! I mean I'm gonna write more chapters. Speaking of chapters, I'm going to update ALL of my fics very soon so watch out for that. So back to the story; I know that I overused a lot of words and this HAS errors (I know they do: P) so please tell me! And I bet were a little surprised at whom I was writing about! I tried to tell ya about Julia's life before Michelle. (With my little twist!) And the story will go on to Julia growing up, and a special person will appear too.
TI4N!