Unknown P.O.V

I woke up with slightly blurry vision, I could tell I was still in the same room I was in before by the feel of the cold cement. It wasn't a dream! It wasn't a nightmare! It was ALL real! "Non!"(No!) I cry as I throw my head back in anguish. Tears run down my dirty face as I weep. My hands shake in anger and frustration, my stomach growls in hunger, and I can't seem to get a hold of this situation. Honestly, I'm not sure how long I've been out…minutes, hours, days? I'm not sure why I'm here or how I got here, what I am sure of is that I NEED to find a way out of here…Now!

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The Present

Asami

As soon as I got back from the medical conference I headed straight into the kitchen, without bothering to change, I began to pour myself a nice glass of red wine. I wouldn't call myself a heavy drinker per say, but when things get tough I tend to indulge a bit. Like tonight for instance, I made a complete mockery of myself in front of the entire medical community. For fucks sake I nearly fell to pieces in front of complete strangers. Pathétique. (Pathetic) I know. As I finished pouring the glass, I set the bottle on the long black granite counter top that is nearest to the shelf where I usually keep the wine and proceeded to stroll over to my new sleek modern dark colored table to take a seat.

If someone were to walk in right now and see me, they would think by the looks of things that I wanted to drink my sorrow away; to numb the pain and forget my past. That wouldn't happen of course. I live alone now as a widow who lost her spouse and only child. My parents both long gone and I have no other living relatives to speak of. Yes, the only company to speak of is that of my servant of many years Lee, and although he does his best to pick up the pieces I'm afraid I cannot allow him to bear all my burdens. Yes it is true I am sad, I am in pain, and I cannot stop living in the past. However, I don't want to feel nothing. Oh, on the contrary, I WANT TO FEEL. I want to feel more than pain and loss, I want to feel love and be loved. To be loved not just by anyone but by THE ONE! Mon amour (my love), Mon ange (my angel) Mon trésor (my treasure) Mon coeur (my heart). My beloved Ma…

Suddenly I hear the familiar sound of a child's laughter. "Ahh ha ha ha". I sharply turn my head towards the direction of the sound and slowly start to rise of the black padded chair. I'm looking in the direction of the hallway through the clear French kitchen doors as I see a woman pass by down the hall. She had her raven black hair tied in a low pony tail and had on a black elegant form fitting evening gown. I headed over to door and began following her slowly as she made her way down the long hall of my sixteen room mansion. She was headed to a room I hadn't had the guts to enter in the past few weeks. She was an apparition? A ghost? No…she was… a memory. Just like the last one.

I followed her to THE ROOM and saw her, me, leaning against the door frame smiling at the adorable sight before us. A little girl of three years of age with dark colored hair, pale skin, and amber eyes smiling crookedly into the mirror. She's wearing a slightly oversized blue sun dress, red high heels that are at least four sizes too big, a very long red dangling beaded neckless wrapped twice around her neck, and a big yellow floppy hat. She turns to the vision of me and the old me chuckles at the silly little girl with all the makeup on.

"Look at me mommy! I'm all gown up!" She says.

A tear trickles down my pale face and the visage disappears just like before. I can't take it I run straight out of the pink colored room and drink as much wine as I can take and cry.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" I scream in anguish. I throw the bottle I held in my shaking right hand across the room smashing it into pieces as it hit my white kitchen walls. I sink to the ground on my hands and knees.

"Why? Oh Great powerful Spirits why? I cry. "Why did you have to take my daughter!? My beloved Yasuko? Was it not cruel enough to take the first one from my life?" I scream.

I spend some time like that feeling great sorrow and wanting to feel anything, but this.

….

After a while I head to my chamber to rest. I turn on my ipod on shuffle for some tunes to help me fall asleep and of course it would start off with the saddest song on my playlist Koop Island Blues. I enter my room and look around, it feels so empty. My bedroom has the most beautiful cherry hardwood floors one has ever seen and in the center is a grand queen sized elegantly hand carved mahogany bed with swirled posts and a nice thick red and black stripped comforter. I try to make myself comfy and try to get a goodnight's rest. Soon I am in the land of dreams and I begin dreaming of the event that would ultimately lead to my family down fall by the monster.

I am back in THE ROOM I am like I was earlier, but this time I am not staring at my former self, instead I AM there, right back in the moment leaning up against the door frame like I did that day as Yas looks at me and giggles.

"Mommy?" She calls out.

"Mommy?"

I turn away for just a quick second to wipe the tears.

"Mom?"

I turn back to look at my daughter only to find in place of the little girl is a mature fifteen year old young woman. She had long bouncy hair styled in the latest fashion, a nice blue gown appropriate for her age, and light makeup on point. She was beautiful. Yasuko Sato would make her grandparents proud if they were alive today. Straight A's, well mannered, an amazing personality. She had it all. I had it all…

"Mom? Were you just crying?" She asked concern.

"No." I sniffled.

"Non?" (No?)

She gave me THE LOOK. The one where she raises an eyebrow and looks at me like, "Are you being serious?" yeah that look, the one she got from me.

I sighed. "Okay it's just…it still feels like you were only a child yesterday asking me for piggy back rides, and now your growing up. It's just…"

"I know mom. I know." Yas says as she walks up to me and embraces me in a warm hug.

"Soooo…" Yas began. "Since we are headed over to an important gala honoring you, 'Don't you think we need my other parent aka your better half to come along too?' Or do I still have to wake h…"

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Then suddenly the scene changed. We had just arrived at the gala and soft music was playing. I had arrived hand in hand with my young daughter without my spouse who happened to taken ill that faithful evening. We were greeted by an older man with wild hair, gray eyes, and a wonderful red suit.

"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't two of the loveliest women in all of France. Bonsoir (good evening)," He grinned.

Yasuko giggled as I rolled my eyes at my friend's antics. "It's good to see you too Bumi." I smiled. Yas laughed and spoke. "Hello uncle Bumi. What up?" Bumi look at her with a confused look for a second and then responded. "What's up? I don't know. How about the sky?" He chuckled.

Yas crossed her arms and sighed, "Uh. I'm surrounded by old people." She pouted. I of course shook my head in disagreement.

"No. Look over there." I nodded. "There are some kids your age."

My daughter looked over to see a couple of teenagers talking across the room. One boy who looked about Yas's age turned around and took notice of her and then smiled and winked.

"Mom. Did you see that?" She asked offended.

I smiled then shrugged. You're a beautiful young lady mon chéri. (my darling) That is what can happen when a girl like you enters a room. She receives attention, whether she likes it or not. It's just the price you pay I suppose.

The dream comes to an abrupt end and I am jolted awake trembling. I can't help but run to my closet grabbing Yas's favorite stuffed toy as a child and grip the bear with all my might as I make my way to the dresser were I keep my most sacred belonging in the whole world and open up the drawer and reach inside for it as I sob uncontrollably with no shoulder to lean on and with no loved ones to love me. They say the Sato's are cursed, cursed with a life full of wealth and loss. Perhaps this is true, perhaps this is just the price I pay for just being born.

Notes:
Music Ft. "Koop Island Blues" by Koop-vocal Ane Brun- french version

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