A/N: Sorry if this sucks. I haven't posted anything since October, so I'm a little out of my groove. Plus, this was written in the middle of math class when I was half asleep, so yeah. Please review. I haven't had any in so long....
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. This idea is mine, though, so hahahahahaha.
Oh btw: If the format is jacked up, sorry. As I said, I haven't posted in a while (in fact, this is my first LEGAL post), and the computer got messed, so it might be a tad weird. Sorry. ^_^
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When my memory came back, no one asked me what I saw. No one really cared about it. Spike just stopped walking. He didn't even bother turning around to face me. No one wanted to know about the bright sun, the clear blue sky, the green grass. In 2071, these things aren't important, yet some from my past life were. Almost everyone could have fun. Almost everyone could have friends. Almost everyone had food, shelter, and a family.
Almost.
I'm not saying I didn't have these things. We were a rich family with homes on every continent. We traveled around the world and were abole to do anything and everything that pleased us.
Then my sister died.
Everything changed after that. We were still rich, and we all acted the same as we did before around my parents' countless friends, but at night, my parents became completely different people. My mother sobbed uncontrollably in my sister's room, which still had everything in te exact same place she left it. My father drank more and more, screaming at me about little problems and sometimes nothing at all.
Ironically, both women who ruined my lives, past and present, shared the same name, both died young, and both weren't as angelic as they appeared.
My sister Julia died from heroin overdose at a party she was forbidden to attend, and every night after her death, my parents took their anger for her out on me. When I was a little girl, I was happy. Before Julia died, I made that tape, maybe because I somehow knew my life would change soon. Maybe that tape was the only thing that reminded me that I once knew happiness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. This idea is mine, though, so hahahahahaha.
Oh btw: If the format is jacked up, sorry. As I said, I haven't posted in a while (in fact, this is my first LEGAL post), and the computer got messed, so it might be a tad weird. Sorry. ^_^
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When my memory came back, no one asked me what I saw. No one really cared about it. Spike just stopped walking. He didn't even bother turning around to face me. No one wanted to know about the bright sun, the clear blue sky, the green grass. In 2071, these things aren't important, yet some from my past life were. Almost everyone could have fun. Almost everyone could have friends. Almost everyone had food, shelter, and a family.
Almost.
I'm not saying I didn't have these things. We were a rich family with homes on every continent. We traveled around the world and were abole to do anything and everything that pleased us.
Then my sister died.
Everything changed after that. We were still rich, and we all acted the same as we did before around my parents' countless friends, but at night, my parents became completely different people. My mother sobbed uncontrollably in my sister's room, which still had everything in te exact same place she left it. My father drank more and more, screaming at me about little problems and sometimes nothing at all.
Ironically, both women who ruined my lives, past and present, shared the same name, both died young, and both weren't as angelic as they appeared.
My sister Julia died from heroin overdose at a party she was forbidden to attend, and every night after her death, my parents took their anger for her out on me. When I was a little girl, I was happy. Before Julia died, I made that tape, maybe because I somehow knew my life would change soon. Maybe that tape was the only thing that reminded me that I once knew happiness.