After the Rain
_"Before "_
Chapter 1:
"Sora"
Sora. I am the sky. I am infinite, the expanse that stares back at you when you look up. But, I don't exist. I am only a reflection of the ocean, a reflection of you, marred by appearance of clouds here and there. In reality, I am the invisible doorway that leads out into an unknown world. A world that is solitary and filled with darkness.
My mother named me Sora after her own mother whose life was filled with emptiness. They say that my grandmother didn't want to marry my grandfather, but she was forced to. She lived during a time in Japan where women didn't have a say in what happened to them. So from that point on, my grandmother's eyes became empty and all she did was stare out the window. She's dead now, and I may have inherited her name, but I have no intention of inheriting her broken heart.
It seems that all the females in my family have a bad streak. They all end up with the wrong guys. My grandmother was forced to marry a man she didn't love, my mother married a man who left, and I'm here trying to pick up the pieces. The list goes on but I can't remember them all. I don't come from a very close-knit family. In fact, I think I've met maybe three or four of my family members. Maybe I would have met more, if everything didn't fall apart.
My parents used to get along well enough when I was younger. We were the average, everyday family: dad goes to work, kid goes to school, mom stays at home; no yelling, not much fighting, and I believed that everything was perfect. But then again, I didn't notice much at that age. I never listened to the silence in my home; I accepted it and believed it was normal.
This charade ended the year I entered the fourth grade, when my family moved to a new district in Tokyo. Before we even managed to settle in, all hell broke loose. My parents started to fight more than ever. I never noticed how it got to this point, but looking back on this bit of my childhood I realize that there was always fighting; the only difference was that the fighting used to take place behind closed doors where I couldn't hear it. Eventually it got to the point where if someone in my house wasn't screaming, something was being broken.
The transition from silence to screaming was so gradual that it never occurred to me that this wasn't a family, that my parents weren't supposed to be like this, that we were supposed to love each other and protect each other. However, there comes a time in our lives where we realize that our parents can't always save us, most times they can't even save themselves. Things get broken in time and nothing lasts forever. In short, everything has to go. And so we all went. My dad went one way by staying in Tokyo and my mom went another, taking me with her. This marked the end of my childhood emotionally. I had to grow up after this because this was where my story began.
Note: Hey guys~! Thank you so much for the two review so far! They were really helpful and it was kind of you two to take time out of your day to read and review my story so far. And, thank you to FoxShadow because your review made me realize that half of this chapter didn't upload for some reason. LOL thank you to Anime-gaga for reviewing as well~! 3