They told me to run that day.
So I ran. I ran past the dead bodies, and stepped on broken china. I ran through the places I was once familiar with. I ran and the faces became a blur of things unknown.
They told me to run. So I ran.
It was a mistake.
Because I got lost, and I couldn't find my way back home.
. . .
My mom told me I was born perfect. My dad told me I would do great things in life. They promised me our family would be perfect and every day I could play dress-ups with the dolls and have tea time with them.
Mommy, Daddy,
you lied to me.
You promised.
At the end of the day, I was left an orphan. My parents decided to take a leap with the car through the air. I wondered if they had wings when they did that. Did they fly away, and decided to just leave me alone?
They told me I was born perfect, that I would do great things in life.
They left me with an empty doll house and tea cups that would never be filled. The dolls looked as if they were crying that day.
. . .
Relatives took me in. I was supposed to be happy, finally.
Then why did they have to get themselves involved in some ugly uncontrollable mess?
When those people barged in through the front doors, I was told to hide behind the walls. I heard dehumanized screams and suddenly everyone was quiet. I could only see red. Red was everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on the wooden chairs, the furniture, the velvet curtain.
My aunt pulled me and told me to run.
So I ran, through the front door, while those big guys were busy killing my baby cousins. I ran through bodies, stepped on broken china, and through the bloody living room.
I ran and ran, and the surroundings that were once familiar turned into a blur.
I didn't stop running away that day. I tried to get myself as far away as possible.
It was a mistake.
Because when I stopped, I found myself lost and nowhere near home.
Sakura, this is your new home starting today.
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Uncle, where is home now?
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. . .
"We're taking her in? Are you serious?" a man stared at his wife who sat across him in their much too big living room.
The woman nodded, sure of her decision.
"She's a traumatized girl who might even be crazy due to all her past experiences, taking her in would mean trouble for us," the man sighed and puffed through his pipe.
"Darling, her mother was my best friend all throughout high school. She helped me through hard times and even sacrificed herself so I could get into the top university we both wanted. Without her help, I wouldn't be what I am today," the wife stared at her husband. "By adopting her, I'll feel as if I have done something in return of all the favor she had given me."
"Why did she back out on the university offer again?" he leaned back on his seat.
"Because she knew I needed it more than her," she smiled to herself as she said it, remembering the good old time and reflecting on how grateful she felt, back then and now.
"Okay, fine, do what you want," he sighed, giving up. "If she turns out to be trouble, Misa, you're taking full responsibility."
"Thank you, dear," Misa smiled gratefully. "And don't worry, I'm sure she won't be trouble."
She stood up and walked toward a man standing on the far end corner of the living room.
"Go to the hospital and pay for the medical fees of Sakura Haruno," she smiled. "Tell the nurse to tell her when she wakes up that she now has a new family."
The man nodded and exited the room.
. . .
I woke up only to find the nurse telling me that I have a new home.
Someone wanted to take me in.
I wasn't sure that would be the best. But I couldn't turn the offer down. After all, the woman who was willing to take me in was mom's best friend.
Maybe, being near someone who was a big part in mom's life at one time could make me remember her.
Because really, I couldn't even remember her face anymore.
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Mom, dad, was it really necessary for you to take a flight with the car? Did you grow your own wings and fly away?
.
You should've taken me with you.
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. . .
yeah, so a new story. i hope this'll be a good one :]
reviews are appreciated,
dd.