Learn To Dance In The Rain
*Author's Note: I do not own Blood+, just an avid fan*
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain"-Unknown Author
Prologue
Nineteen years. Nineteen years I have been waiting for answers. Nineteen years I have held a loathful attitude towards myself, because I do not know exactly what I am, where I come from, or who made me. There are two sides of being adopted. One was I happy to be placed with a loving family, who taught me right and wrong, consideration, affection, and the chance of an education. The other was not being able to fulfill personal wonderings, or questions that I have.
Here I today, a college student entering my second year in art (2-Demensional Studies a.k.a. painting, drawing, etc), and living at home with my brother Kai. I love my brother, because he has always been supportive, even when I chose art, because he wanted me to follow my passion. He was like dad, because that was something he would tell me as well. Through all the tragedies that Kai and I have gone through, we've become stronger.
The first one took place when it was my junior year in high school, when I was told that dad died in a car accident, I can remember that I was in the middle of taking an English test when my teacher received a call from the main office, and finally she had me follow her out in the hallway. When she told me I thought she was telling me some cruel joke, but then I realized that it was true when Kai showed up with tears in his eyes. My eyes began to well from there on, I fell to the ground and started punching it until my knuckles were bleeding, which took Kai all his might to stop me. That tragic day changed everything for Kai, Riku, and me at the time.
When we thought that losing dad would be the last tragedy, we were wrong. My little brother Riku was found shot dead in the hallway. On that horrifying day Kai was out working his shift at his job, and I at school still studying in the library for a major exam. That day our home was robbed, and the person who was rubbing us did not anticipate of someone being home, but when he found that he was not alone, he shot Riku. He was only coming out from taking a nap and a gunshot went off, which was aimed at his heart. Just a young boy shot for no reason! Kai and I will never witness his first girlfriend, graduation, college years, or even when he would get married. Damn that guy for killing my younger innocent brother!
With all that had taken place, I found my only refuge in my creations in art. Kai saw this as well, because he knew that when I was painting, drawing, etc, I am most calm. Art for me achieves what books can. It helps me to escape from what my mind suffers from for a short period of time. What I create I feel that I am actually there in body and soul. I know this can be hard to understand, but this is as close that I can describe it.