A/N No particular time for this story, it's a total out of the storyline
fanfic.
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A dark haired girl sat quietly in a small kitchen, her hands palms down on the wooden table, and her hair hanging low over her pale face. A woman sat across from her, a cigarette poised between two of her fingers. Many people called this woman 'the oracle'.
Counseling wasn't particularly given in Zion, and so here she was, in front of the Oracle, pouring out her emotion to this woman she barley knew.
This girls name was Jem, and she was practically in shock. Just fourteen years old, and one of her parents was gone.
The oracle looked over at Jem and sighed. "I should imagine the hardest part of this is watching you're mother go through the pain of losing the one she loved most"
Jem nodded shakily, tears forming in her chocolate brown eyes. "She's depressed, I feel like I have no one now, she won't talk to me.or anyone for that matter."
The oracle nodded, putting out her cigarette in an ashtray set in the middle of the table. "So strong, Trinity is, so independent.but when she lost Neo." her voice trailed off and she too looked as if she was going to cry.
The tears that threatened poured over Jem's cheeks, and she curled her arms around herself in an attempt for comfort. "I hate this.I hate it.I wish the Matrix had never been created, I wish my dad was still alive.I wish my mom was happy again."
There was nothing to be done though, the past could not be fixed, and Jem knew this perfectly well.if only wishes came true.
Slowly, she stood up, wiping the tears away from her pale cheeks with her sleeves. "I guess I'll go now.thanks for listening to me"
The oracle nodded again, and Jem walked out of her kitchen, alone to face the world that should have been happy for her, and would have been.if only he hadn't died.
Fin
A/N I don't expect many, if any reviews on this fanfic.it was just a short little thing that was haunting my mind, so I decided to put it in words.
-Nyx-Alia-
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A dark haired girl sat quietly in a small kitchen, her hands palms down on the wooden table, and her hair hanging low over her pale face. A woman sat across from her, a cigarette poised between two of her fingers. Many people called this woman 'the oracle'.
Counseling wasn't particularly given in Zion, and so here she was, in front of the Oracle, pouring out her emotion to this woman she barley knew.
This girls name was Jem, and she was practically in shock. Just fourteen years old, and one of her parents was gone.
The oracle looked over at Jem and sighed. "I should imagine the hardest part of this is watching you're mother go through the pain of losing the one she loved most"
Jem nodded shakily, tears forming in her chocolate brown eyes. "She's depressed, I feel like I have no one now, she won't talk to me.or anyone for that matter."
The oracle nodded, putting out her cigarette in an ashtray set in the middle of the table. "So strong, Trinity is, so independent.but when she lost Neo." her voice trailed off and she too looked as if she was going to cry.
The tears that threatened poured over Jem's cheeks, and she curled her arms around herself in an attempt for comfort. "I hate this.I hate it.I wish the Matrix had never been created, I wish my dad was still alive.I wish my mom was happy again."
There was nothing to be done though, the past could not be fixed, and Jem knew this perfectly well.if only wishes came true.
Slowly, she stood up, wiping the tears away from her pale cheeks with her sleeves. "I guess I'll go now.thanks for listening to me"
The oracle nodded again, and Jem walked out of her kitchen, alone to face the world that should have been happy for her, and would have been.if only he hadn't died.
Fin
A/N I don't expect many, if any reviews on this fanfic.it was just a short little thing that was haunting my mind, so I decided to put it in words.
-Nyx-Alia-