Sorceress's Song
You never expect it to happen to you, do ya? When you watch those shows about kids being put into foster care, you think "Oh, that's so sad. I'm Glad it'll never happen to me." Just like you think you'll never get arrested for drunk driving. Just like you think your kid's will never do drugs. Just like you think you'll never get AIDS. It'll never happen, it can't happen because bad stuff can't happen to you because you're special in your mind.
And then life bitch slaps you in the face with reality.
Next thing you know you're in the back of a police car with a DUI. Next thing you know you find a bag of weed in your kid's coat pocket. Next thing you know the doctor tells you that you're HIV positive. And all you can think is "why god, what did I do? I've been a good person, how could you have let this happen? Why me?"
Just like me when I was taken away from my mom.
It had started out like any other Sunday. I was playing with my little brother Totomi. It was monopoly, his favorite board game. Our dad had brought his American things when he moved to Japan, like this game. Mom was making us lunch, like she always would on her days off. Totomi would always ask if she would make Pizza, he loved pizza, just like dad. He would look so cute, his big brown eyes growing even bigger. He was the most adorable thing with his chubby face and his short light brown hair. It was kind of surprising how my mom could say no to him. I know I couldn't.
There was a knock at the door that day; my mom of course went to answer it. Next thing I know, there's ten police officers raiding our apartment! They were searching for some sort of business documents, something about her company's funds. They ransacked the entire place. After awhile they found some papers in her brief case.
That's when the handcuffs came out.
Everything after that was a blur. My brother and I were put and foster care together while my mom awaited trial. I kept thinking "It'll be fine. The jury will find mom innocent and life will be back to normal."
Mom was found guilty of embezzling company funds.
They media had portrayed her as some kind of greedy bitch. And her bosses blamed it all on her. I bet you they planted those fuckin' papers in her briefcase, assholes. If I ever find those fuckers I'll put them through tortures no clinically sane human should ever think of.
After my mom was found guilty, all our stuff had been put in some storage facility, even the books from my dad. Of course I got to keep one; no one could pry that book out of my cold dead hands. Any fuckers who'd try would find themselves burnt to a crisp.
Sorry, am I offending you with my language? Please excuse me, but those are the only words that express my deep rooted hatred.
My brother and I were also put into separate foster homes. In fact I'm headed to mine now. I think they're the Higurashi's or something.
AN: well what do you think? Is it an interesting beginning? I'm sorry, I know I should be working on my other fic but I just had to write this. Hope it doesn't suck too much.