Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
*Flashback*
"Oh come on, Lara," my friend, Sarah, said. I hadn't talk to her for over a week. It was mostly because of Johnny and Ella.
"You haven't talked to me for ever!"
"Well, you didn't try."
"What are you talking about?" Sarah snapped back. She was confused and angry. Not a good mix with Sarah.
"You didn't text me or even try to talk to me."
"What the hell, Lara!?" I flinched. Sarah never swore at anyone no matter how angry she was. "Have you even checked your phone!? If you did you'd find about twenty messages from me. I tried to talk to you, but no, you were stuck in some fantasy that Johnny and Ella were still alive. Well, wake up!"
Sarah never talked like that.
"Well I'm sorry they obviously meant more to me than you. Did you even cry over them?"
"So that's it? You think I don't care about them at all?" Tears were sliding down her face. "I'm not arguing with you over who cared about them more. They were close to me, and, yes, I did cry if it's so important that you need to know."
I stared dumbstruck after her as she walked away. The accidents had messed up my mind. I wish she would have been more patient with me. After that, we never talked much. I wish I had been more aware that our friendship was falling apart, but no, I worried over things in the past that I couldn't change. I was so dumb.
*End of Flashback*
I sat on my bed thinking over the things in my life I would love to repeat. The sadist thing of all was that there were so many to think about. I might have lost my only friend today only because I wanted a better life here. Well, they weren't treating me any differently than this morning. The teasing had stopped, but they still sneered at my whenever I passed. What if I had said not to fight? At least I would know Demyx was there for me, but now...I wasn't so sure.
*Flashback*
I was home alone and five years old. My mother had run to the grocery store to pick up something. She said she would be right back.
Not five minutes later I heard the downstairs window smash. I ran into my room and hid in the closet. About a week ago I had discovered a small opening in the closet floor. I used that to my advantage now. I could see two men staring around the room.
"I don't think there's anyone here," the one said.
"You're wrong about that," another said. I froze and my breathing stopped abruptly.
"What
are you talking about?"
"Heh, there's a little puppy over there."
The first man looked to where the second man had pointed to and he snickered.
"Hey there, lil' buddy," he said kicking my dog, Bruster. He yelped.
My breath caught in my throat. Not Bruster .I slammed the peek-hole shut and curled into a ball. What if they found me?
I could hear the creek of my steps. They were coming up hear. Next, I heard the beads in my doorway chime. They were now in my bedroom. Through the cracked door, the first man looked at me.
"Why, hello there, princess."
*End of Flashback*
Why was I chosen to be in the organization? Especially when my life has been so terrible?
