Sorry for the very late update. Because there are so many things to do in our school that i have a hard time updating. And this is the nicest thing that happened, my computer sparked when i opened it s now i'm using the laptop of my sister. Anyways, hope you like it. For now, i'll update sooner coz i'm already starting ith the other chapters. Hehehe. And thanks for those who reviewed, add me up or my story.

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Death does kill the human body of the person but not their soul

Pain kills the emotions of the soul but not the human body

but lost of a loved one is killing my whole body and soul

-innocentlife

Mikan's POV

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The screechy sound of my alarm clock woke me up in the middle of my good sleep. But the alarm was right to wake me up coz' when I took a peek to it, it already read 8:00 am. I sat up straight on my bed and started rubbing my sleepy eyes. I stretched a little and tossed the white blanket over me to the other side of my bed. I stood up full of energy and walked to my cabinet getting a towel and have a nice bath. I was about to step into my bathroom and then it struck me.

I'm not in the gigantic room of a special star student where there is a soft and smooth master's bed, an elegant couch at the side with a big plasma tv, a big cabinet, a study table, a shelf full of books and a bathroom that smells like strawberry; my favourite scent, and most especially not inside, not in the grounds and not in the dormitory of the famous Gakuen Alice. I turned to look at the whole room. It's a small and ordinary room, not that new but not that old too. The bed is an ordinary one made of a simple wood, a simple study table with a regular chair on the side and a small cabinet.

My mind tells me that I've been in this same place before but I couldn't remember when or where it was. Then, I heard some noise from the window. I walked going there and I saw the impossible. I ran to the door of the room and immediately went down to the living room going to the entrance. And then it came to me, this was the very scene twelve years back then and the very last scene that I saw my beloved father.

~O~

I was indeed surprise of what I did saw from the windows upstairs. I saw myself when I was four years of age while my dad was playing with me. I ran as fast as I could but as I open the main door, it started to get silent. The noise from outside faded. And when, i opened the door, everything was gone. Darkness started to overcome each and every single corner of the place. And in an instant, I was already in the middle of nowhere. Fear started to overshadow me. I don't know what to do. I started walking and meanwhile i started to run desperate to see a light to get me off and pull me off from this darkness tat's eating piece by piece.

I tried to calm and compose myself from the fear of being eaten by this dark aura that surrounds me. I walked slowly and started to reminisce every single happy moment of my childhood days with my dad and mom. Things we do together, things we share like what happened to our day and especially times when we are together sharing and happy and fun moments with one another.

Tears started to form on the sides of my chocolate orbs; tears of joy and sadness. Joy from the happy moments and sadness from the death of my father which led to the continuous misery of my mom and I. And then, something put me back into my senses. I heard a familiar voice not that far from where I was standing. I ran as fast as I could to be able to catch up from the direction of the voice that I heard. And then, I heard it again and it's much clearer now.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Te voice still came from nowhere and everything started to change again. In a blink of an eye, i was already inside the same house where I last stood. Things started to appear one by one; the walls, the staircase, the opened door of the kitchen, the sofas and a small coffee table in the middle. I walked towards the staircase where pictures were nailed and hung on it. And, events started to flashback. I saw a picture of me when I had my third birthday, me and my mom who were very much alike, a picture of me when i was baby and was crying, because I wasn't given a lollipop, and our very own family picture which is the last in the row. What got m attention most was the big portrait nailed on the second floor wall across the stairs. It was my dad's portrait where in he was wearing a black tux and was wearing a big smile with him.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I heard an excited voice of a girl going don of the stairs. She has her round, brown and sparkling eyes, and her golden brown locks that are tied into two neat pig tails. She's wearing a blue jumper and under it was a red shirt. She passed through me like a person passing through a ghostly apparition. I followed the direction where she was going and then i saw a man in his thirty's waiting for the little girl to hug her.

"I baked your favourite strawberry cake. Let's eat dinner already." A woman in her twenty's who look alike from the little girl but has her hair tied into a bun walked out of the kitchen. She smiled to her daughter and husband while signalling tem to go to the dinner table already.

~O~

Time went a little bit faster, it was already two years after. One afternoon, I excitedly went home from school. I started calling out to my mom and then to my dad. There's no response. I felt kind of weird from not having a response from our house. Normally, my mom or my dad will come to greet me with a big smile and big hug before entering the door of our house but then now, there's none. I felt somewhat scared and nervous of entering our house, because of this weird feeling that engulfs the whole house.

I opened the door quietly and went straight to the living room. My eyes got bigger from what I'm seeing. Tears sped down from eyes rolling as fast as droplets of rain towards my cheeks.

I don't know what to do. Time has stopped for that certain moment to occur.

My mom was there seated on the floor in one corner of the room while across her was my dad's lifeless body, full of blood on it. At first, my mind cannot absorb what was happening but my heart started to break into pieces, leaving me in an empty space, floating into my own mixed emotions. Little pins started to prick me slowly and continuously giving me pain and giving me the death inside me.

But whatever I do everything is clearly stated, all the things going on at this very moment was very clear to my innocent eyes.

-blood-

-death-

-emptiness-

Me and my mom's source of love and happiness is there laid on the cold floor, lifeless.