Ouran HSHC
Haruhi x OC
NO I DON'T OWN OHSHC... wish I did though.
I do own Lavender though!
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"Lavender sweetie we'll be back in a few minutes." my mother smiled down at me, softly caressing my cheek. "Mommy and Daddy have to go get some food from the grocery store okay?"
"Okay." I beamed up at her.
I was only five when my parents died in a car crash.
How cliché.
Right now this is a dream turning into a nightmare.
Five minutes after my parents had left our house phone started to ring, and the maid answered the phone.
"Hello? This is the Akamatsu Manor." she spoke into the phone. After standing there listening to the phone her blank face morphed into one of great grief. "Ok, thank you for informing us." she croaked. "Goodbye."
I approached the now sobbing maid, who slowly crumpled to the floor. "Maid Loui, what did the people on the phone say?" I asked patting her back soothingly.
Many servants gathered in the dining room curious, of what could have caused the usually collected maid to break down.
She stared at me with great pity. "Lady Lavender, you are now an Orphan."
I blinked. "I have parents, so I can't be-"
"They are dead." she said rather bluntly.
Dead?
By definition dead means that you are no longer living.
How could this be?
She was lying.
She had to be.
"No. They went to the store." I stared at her.
"They died in the limo on their way there. A sixteen-wheeled truck spun out of control and basically totaled the vehicle they were in." she choked out. "As soon as help arrived to the mangled car, the car blew up." she sniffled.
I nodded and walked away.
I was an orphan.
I had no family around.
The dreary silence of the manor was broken with mournful sobs and loud wails.
I just sat in my room, on my bed, letting the pain set in.
I opened my nightstand drawer and pulled out a blade.
"All for one and one for-"
I sat up in my bed abruptly, sweat soaked and panting.
It had been twelve years since that incident, almost thirteen, and I still got tormented in my sleep.
I always woke up before the gory scene, which I was thankful for, but I wish I could get some peaceful sleep at night.
All night.
No nightmares.
Just peace of mind.
Tears started to fall down my face.
No one outside of my house knew that I was an orphan.
No one knew my parents were dead.
That's how I wanted it.
If people knew about what happened they'd feel entitled to drown me in depression, sympathy, and pity. I don't need that. I've had all of that given to me since I was five years old, and I don't need it anymore.
I just wish I could tell someone about all of my problems and vent about how stressed I was trying to keep this life of mine afloat.
It's hard doing it all alone.
At school, I hung out with a group of people who worked at the Host Club.
I guess we were friends.
I usually drop discreet hints about my hidden melancholy and I enjoy the comfort that I receive from them; sometimes.
That is until I realized I enjoyed Haruhi's comfort the most.
Even when I don't drop hints, and everyone is oblivious, I know she knows.
I've been only at this school for a week or so, and I've managed to make a few friends… even though many people at the school are madly in love with me.
What the fuck could possibly go wrong?