Disclaimer: I am not the creator of ALIAS. It belongs to JJ Abrams and ABC.
AN: Hai! Okay. This is the product of a few hours at my computer. Review pwease!
I am six years old. Lightning flashes outside my bedroom window. I get up out of my bed, rustling the sheets, but not forgetting to bring along my precious stuffed bear, Sherlock.
My mother had not come home that evening. She had not kissed me goodnight and wished me sweet dreams, promising to see me the next morning. My father had tried his best to tuck me in, but it wasn't the same.
Daddy is talking to another man in the doorway. I peek out from behind the wall as I see lightning light up the sky again.
He excuses himself from the conversation he is having, and he slowly walks over to where I am standing. I can't remember the words he uses; only that none are big enough.
My mother is dead.
Daddy asks me to be strong. He pulls me into an embrace, and starts to cry.
I still can't believe what I have just been told: Mommy, who had kissed my scraped knees and paper cuts. Mommy, who didn't get angry when I drew on the wall.
Mommy, gone.
And, as I am being delivered one of the biggest bombshells of my life, a part of me dies as well.