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The Beginning of Disaster: The Continuation pt.2 - Abandoned

"Happy Birthday, Scarlett!" My father exclaimed, picking me up and hoisting me onto his shoulders. I laughed joyfully and flung my hands in the air in excitement. It was my 6th birthday, and I was able to spend it with my own father. We were poor, but that didn't matter to me at the moment. I didn't care about the gifts we usually earned when our birthdays came. Since the invasion, it left us with little wealth. All we had was the clothes on our bodies, the small amount of coins and paper bucks, ourselves, and each other. Ever since then, we didn't see any of our old friends or family members. For two years, I stayed in an abandoned house in the forest while father went out and worked his job the way he usually did, coming home depressed each time he did. Most of the time, I was alone…

"So," He said conversationally, staring up at me with gleaming eyes. "What do you want for your birthday?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration before shaking my head. What was there to have? One thought crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.

"Nothing, I want nothing."

His smile wavered slightly. He picked me up again off his shoulders and to my feet on the cold, wooden floor. His hands remained there on my shoulders, and he gave them a small squeeze before he asked a small and solemn, "Why?"

I shrugged lightly and stared up at him. "I just...don't want anything."

My eyes searched his as I waited for a response. How would he react? Would he be angry? Would he feel relieved? Depressed? Disgusted? Offended for a cause I wouldn't understand?

But instead, he just shook his head and smiled. "I'll get you something anyways."

"Huh? But, dad-"

"Shhh," He pressed his finger against my lips to silence me. "I always find a way. You'll see, I promise."

He left it at that, but at that moment, I felt a surge of guiltiness run through my body. I couldn't have just let him use the rest of our money for something we couldn't possibly afford.

"I always find a way. You'll see, I promise." -Isn't that what he just said? He said he'll find a way, but that still left the important question hanging around in the dank air of the shack:

How?


1, 2, 3, now.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday my S W E E T I E - P I E! Happy Birthday to-"

Grumble.

"...Sweetie-Pie?" I grimaced as my father just smirked in response. "Dad!"

"What? I like it." He said, still smiling as always. I rolled my eyes and blew each of the candles out on the small mini-cake. He told me he gotten it for free at the bakery, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that couldn't be true. However, I never questioned him about it.

"Go ahead, now. Make a wish." He said, staring hungrily at the tasty pastry.

I closed my eyes.

'I wish…I had a friend.' I wished and stared out the small window of the room. The stars were high and bright that night, and the midnight blue sky made everything as tranquil as ever.

"What was your wish?" My father asked, staring at the stars as well.

I smiled. "If I told you, then my wish wouldn't come true."

The man chuckled to himself, smiling sincerely. "I guess that's true then. Fine,"

He looked away from the stars and eyed my mini-cake intently.

"Scarlett, if you don't eat that cake, I will."

I frowned. "Dad!"

"What?" He pouted.

"Stop staring at it like that. You're going to get a piece."

I smiled handling the dessert to him. Before he could grab it though, I quickly swiped it away from his reach, smiling smugly.

"But I get to cut the piece."

"…aw."


10:30.

'It's past my bedtime' I thought, staring out the window at the all the street lights illuminating the empty street. From what I could see, the lights from the neighboring homes had disappeared, and were replaced by a silent ring of darkness. It was past curfew time, and nobody - particularly children - was to ever roam the terra without parental supervision or for a serious cause. Every being respected the rule, knowing that it was for safety reasons, just to assure that cyclonians wouldn't come uninvited to the terra. Living here for a while, my father and I learned a few things about it. It took a while, but all the same, we figured out, and gotten use to it.

I walked to the small bathroom of the shack, where I choose to brush my teeth for the night. My "toothbrush" (which consisted of a stick with grass as the bristles) was lying at the side of the small, rusty sink. I picked it up with small, fragile hands, and scanned the area for the toothpaste (which my father had happened to get for "free" as well...)

The grassy but soft bristles were tender against my gums, and when I washed all the remaining toothpaste from my mouth, the taste of sugar-filled cake disappeared.

I ran over to my "bed" (a.k.a, cot) and sat down. I was extremely tired, and my arms and legs ached with exhaustion.

"Ready for bed?" My father asked, walking into the room and sitting down on the cot. I nodded my head sleepily and let a small yawn escape my mouth. He smiled sadly at me before pulling me into a snuggling embrace.

"Dad...what's wrong...?" I asked, fluttering my eyes to keep awake. I felt his body stiffen at my question. What was the problem? Was I not to ask that? I awaited his response as a small silence entered the room. He moved uneasily in the embrace before letting go. I frowned slightly, but he just smiled warmly and ruffled up my hair.

"Nothing's wrong," He settled me in the cot and pulled the small sheets over my body. "Just try to get some sleep, okay?"

I nodded my head slowly as he tucked the sheets underneath me. I felt the warmness of the cloth surround me, and soon, I felt the heaviness of my eyes. My vision blurred, and I fell into a long, deep sleep.


Morning...

Daylight reflected over the terra as a bright horizon. The sun's bright, warm rays peeped through the small window of the wooden house and into my tightly-closed eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance before turning the other way. Birds from the outside chirped a sweet, soothing melody and cleansed themselves in the small fountain. I groaned.

I rose from the bed and rubbed my eyes. I stood up from the cot and left the room into the living room.

The house was unusually silent. A light, cold breeze of air blew against my skin with a soft, ghostly air. The room was humble and dark except for the light coming from the window near the door.

"Dad?" I exclaimed, rubbing both my hands together for heat. "Dad?"

Silence. I frowned and shifted around the room uneasily.

"Dad?"

More silence. I huffed frowned as I walked through the other rooms of the house.

There were only three rooms: the kitchen/living room, the bathroom, and the bedroom - and all of them were unimaginably small. There was no place to hide or to run through. So, why couldn't I find him?

I was just in the bedroom and the room I was currently in was the kitchen/living area, so I guessed that he was just in the bathroom. I walked up to the restroom door and knocked on it lightly.

"Dad, are you in there?" I asked, leaning my ear to the door. There was no noise. Not the trickle of running water from the sink or the thumping of footsteps moving around. But most of all, I received no response. Not one.

"Dad, are you in there? Please answer me."

...And yet again, no response. I grasped the door knob and twisted it slowly as to let sure he really wasn't in there. I opened the door completely to see he wasn't in there at all.

"D-Dad, where are you?" I was practically begging at this moment. There was always the possibility of him working at his job as usual, but I couldn't stand being alone. Mother's death haunted me even now that I was six-years-old. I lost her, but to lose father too…

I ran to the bedroom for the maroon blanket and quickly put it on around my shoulders as I paced to the door. As I was about to opened it to the outside that was when I saw a message crystal placed on the small, wooden table of the room. I eyed it suspiciously before walking forward, picking up the hard, rock-like substance with my hands.

And I began to listen to the words of the message carefully, a face full of horror replacing my already worried look.

Daughter,

I know that when you awakened this morning, I was nowhere in sight. Please, do not search for me. I am not inside the house at this moment. I can't explain this now, but I want you to stay inside, where you can keep warm. Do not go outside for any reason. (Shuffling of boots could be heard in the background) Stay where you are. I have an important duty I need to take care of. I promise, I'll see you again, someday. Someone will come shortly to pick you up. Again, do not leave the house – ("Hurry up! We won't wait here all day!" was whispered in the background. Scarlett flinched.) …I can't say anymore now. Just always remember this…I love you Scarlett.

The crystal fizzed before dimming in my palm. I didn't know what to do or what was going on. Where was he going? Who is coming over? Whose voice was that that intervened within the message? Why was he saying for me to stay? Is he hiding something? Is he leaving me here?

Disregarding the warnings of the letter, I dashed out the house as swiftly as I could, heading out to the woods behind our home, where the skimmer was parked.

The small forest-like area only covered the edge of Terra Lyn. Every single tree was alike; it had light algae green leaves and a dusky brown trunk. I wasn't sure if I was going in the right direction, but I kept running. I remembered coming to this exact location months ago when my dad and I were taking "joyrides" around the terra. I was sitting in the front of the skimmer as my father was piloting the winged vehicle.

Every minute, I wished to ride on the skimmer again, but now, all I was wishing was that my father hadn't already left...

I ran quickly past the trees and through the wild, high grass. My heart was beating rapidly, as if to burst, and the sound of a running engine erupted in the air. My eyes widened.

'No, dad. Don't leave me! Please...' I thought, approaching to the area of loud noise. 'Please...'

I made it all the way to the edge of the terra.

The skimmer was gone...

I gasped as I turned my head, hoping it was just relocated somewhere else around the forest. But soon, all hope I still had vanished as I looked down to see skimmer tracks leading up to the sky...That was only then, did I see a rusty skimmer in the air, the owner of the vehicle staring down at me silently. The owner's face was hidden in a charcoal colored hooded robe. The figure of the owner was obviously male. With him were two cyclonians, both of them glaring down at me. I instantly froze eyes wide and mouth gaped.

"What do you want to do with her?" One of the talons asked the hooded man. "Should we take her away now?"

'Take me away?' My heart thumped wildly and I backed away in fear. The hooded man sighed deeply and shook his head.

"No, leave her. We do not want to alert anyone of our presence. We will come back for her later-"

"D-dad...?" I said in a whisper voice. The hooded man flinched.

"You are mistaken, child," The man replied hoarsely. "I am…not the man you speak of. Go back to your home."

I shook my head. That had to be father.

"Why are you leaving me, dad? Why are you with…?" I stared cautiously at the two talons, both of which steered their skimmers away and readied themselves to fly off.

"Don't worry about her. She'll still be here," Both talons smirked. "We'll come back for the little brat and take her to a nice little school on Terra Bluster. And without a scratch on her, of course." The talons laughed heartily.

The hooded man remained silent, though his slightly slumped posture shown he was in much distress.

"…We must leave before one of the locals sees us." He steered his skimmer away from me and revved the engine. I ran forward and held out my small hand.

"Dad, please don't leave me!" I manage to spit out, my voice cracking. "Don't go!"

Tears were pouring from my eyes and spilling over my face. I wanted him to stay. I didn't want to be any more alone than I already was. I needed him.

The two talons were already flying off into the distance, stopping about a mile away from the hooded figure. The hooded man's skimmer quickly accelerated and then sped away, the sun's bright light enveloping him and his two cohorts.

"DAD! DON'T GO!" I pleaded, attempting to run after the skimmer, but I fell, the high grass stabbing me in the eyes. "Come back! Don't leave me…"

As the three men flew farther and farther away from the terra, I could only watch in distress. My body shook in a mix of sadness, anger, betrayal, hurt. My fists clenched the grass tightly and my watery eyes closed. Ever since mother died, the only person I had was my dad. I thought that I couldn't be alone as long as I was with him, but now…

'Daddy…'

He was ready to give me away; ready to separate us, and to top it all off, he was in cahoots with the very people who attacked our home and killed mother.

Realizing this I did the only thing my weakened, emotionally-unstable self could do: I cried my heart out, my hands covering my face in the middle of the silent, almost empty forest of terra Lyn.


Hehe, I have to say, this definitely quenched my evil thirst for destroying my Oc's life. As the author of this story and a sadistic teenage chickadee, I feel rejuvenated. XD I usually don't write anything including angst, much less read it, so I feel pretty confident about this. :D

Well, now that this chapter is complete, I can start putting a bit of cheer into this story. How would you guys like that? Hm?

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