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The screams… I hear them all the time. Screams of terror and death… screams from the old and young. Many people are panicking. You watch a person die right in front of your eyes. I watched that just two years ago and the Crisis still haunt me. It's terrible, just seer terrible. It's terrible, watching your family, friends, and many other people die. It's not fair that innocent lives ended there, but life is not fair in the first place. I even watched my father die right in front of my eyes. A building collapsed on top of him. Death flashed into my eyes, but I escaped it… The debris nearly hit me. My father saved my life by pushing me out of the way. As a consequence, he died, crushed… I could've died right there.
Now I am twelve, living in Kalm. I live with my mother, whom I hate so much. Hate is a strong word, yes… We never get along; she always makes bad decisions. I hate it here I want to get out. I must come up with a plan. She is bloody thirty years old and decided to smoke. I truly believe she is on other drugs. She is very emotional and I don't like it. I'm nothing like her. She gets upset with me because I remind her so much of my father. I don't care, I'm proud to be like my father. He was always calm and laid back; he never raised his voice. My mother is too emotional, always arguing. That's why she started to smoke, a way to calm her down. Plus she was going through depression, during the process of divorcing.
"It was either drinking or smoking," she said. What a fool, she let's her emotions get in her way. I don't like it when she is angry. I laugh, yes, for being so weak. There was one day she went way too far… She was upset at something that happened at work. She let her steam out on me, naturally. I listened to her yelling and scream. I stayed calm, digesting every word she said. I couldn't help but smile. She's being very immature. Her temper was high; her face was dark red. She took the knife and cut across my left cheek. It started to bleed. Blood ran down my face. I glared at her in anger. I didn't yell at her nor harm her. I left the house to a hospital just a few blocks away. They gave me stitches and say I'll have a scar there.
Scars… They cannot heal; they're always there. Injuries can heal up, sometimes very slowly but eventually. Scars never can heal. They are always there.
Yes, I know. You ask, "Why don't you report her?" It's not that simple… I wish it were. Shinra has continued on. Rufus Shinra's brother, Aaron Shinra, is now in control. Yes, just when you thought Shinra finally came to an end, a Shinra comes waltzing in, now taking over. My mother is dating a guy that works for Shinra, Thomas Zigenhorn. It wouldn't make a difference; she can get away with these things. He's very despicable; he's dreadful. Well, they're the perfect match.
My name is Yasu Dawson. I'm a survivor of the Crisis of the Planet. I live with my mother in Kalm. Two years have been hell…
Things can be worse, though…
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There you have it. Listen, this is the first time I've written a fanfic so easy on the flamers! Please read and review!