Tatari Mokke, just an apparition...
I sat, huddled in a tiny corner, my head resting on my knees.
To put it bluntly, I was going to hell. My moment of death would come again, soon.
Again?
Yes, again. I'm already dead. Murdered by my own father's hands, buried beside my mother's unmarked grave.
"Chikushoume!" I had shouted to my father, not knowing that that would be one of my last words, "Go to hell!"
I meant that he would go to hell, not me. I waited to long. Much too long. Could you blame me? I wanted revenge. I wanted to be the last one he abused.
My mother's death was in vain, but mine wouldn't be. I promised myself. Can you hear me? I promised myself!
But I broke it. Revenge took over me. I couldn't resist the thought of finally killing him. Finally giving him what he deserves. Finally gaining the peace I so long for.
And now, it's too late. Chains painfully bind my wrists, condemning me to my second death. I don't even try to struggle anymore.
I'm sorry, mother! I'm sorry I let vengeance take over me! I stood all these years, not seeing what he was doing to you! I want to see you again. I'll never see you in heaven, Mama. But maybe one day, if I'm lucky, they'll let mevisityou. Maybe in 100 years.
Until my heart isn't so cold, until my face isn't so solemn and sad.
Until my eyes open.
Okay, I hope you guys liked it! I read the story of the Tatari Mokke on the internet and it was soooo sweet I couldn't resist writing something about it. Sorry about not updating Solitary Flame but my email isn't working and I can't access the few paragraphs that Jacquie sent me. So I'll try and update soon butI can't guarantee it. I'm getting my computer reformatted soon so just wait up for me!