Author's note: I haven't updated in a year and in that year my writing style has changed, I still can't believe I wrote this disgrace but *sigh* I have to finish what I started. So, here goes nothing.


(Mabel's POV)

Light was pouring in through the near window, an echo of what use to be. Once an innocent thing, the light, now brings back memories of the days when life was easier. No troubles.
No worries.
No...

Last year, we lost someone dear; someone who, although was not trusted or liked in general in the beginning, grew close to our hearts. Ended up being closer than what had initially been thought, dare I say, friend.

They say when you die your life flashes before your eyes. I wonder what it was like for her, was it quick. A flash of light, a passing thought. Or was it a slow thing like a breeze. A wave carrying the emotions and memories we experienced in our short times together. She was always like a firecracker, too big of a start, too short of an ending. She was a dangerous thing. She was.

My brother has been doing fine. The doctor says that he'll be out in no time! That he'll get to go home. Mom and dad have been wanting to see him, or at least wanted to. they were in a car crash during the search party for me. I use to blame myself but my therapist tells me not too, that I've just been through too much. 'Child abuse' they said. It's not true. Sometimes, late at night, I remember. It was my fault.

Without my brother, I forget how long I've been waiting. One? Two? Three months? Maybe more. Definitely more. The past year has been a blur. I'm not sure how we defeated Bill. Somehow through all the mess, we did it. I know I did it. Through my anger. I was angry. He had tried to take thing I loved most in this world and that's my family. My brother. Bill said he would be back, and that scares me. Not for what he can do to us, on the contrary, for what I can do to him. I'm still angry. I'm waiting for his second coming just as the flowers wait for the bees to pollinate them, only the bee isn't the one with the stinger in this case.

I burned my sweaters. I know what you're thinking, "why?" Because they remind me of back when I was naive. A child. Someone who needed protecting. I am different now. I've witnessed things that others haven't and have suffered through challenges that are incomprehensible to some. I sometimes remember the look Anna gave me when she was dying. The pain on her face. I'm glad she died. Not because I hated her, but because she's not suffering anymore. Burning my sweaters is me killing my past self. I don't what kid me to keep suffering like this. It's better this way.

I've learned something. A fortune cookie can tell you the 'future' but it can't tell you the hardships you go through between the moment you get the fortune to that future. Anything could happen between that time, death, life, happiness, and sadness. In the end, fortune cookies are just giving us the smallest amount of detail, in our life, possible, and they should be trusted to a certain extent. And if I learned anything through the hardships of last year, then it's to trust no one.


Whoa, done!

Thank you all who read this fanfiction. I appreciate you all!
And for one last time. Onward. Ashonima.