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It's late. Usually I would be sleeping at this hour, but for some reason tonight I can't sleep. "For some reason". wow I'm melodramatic. I know why I can't sleep, it just bothers me to admit, even to myself, that it still bothers me. Even in my own diary I can't be straight forward. 17 years ago tonight, my parents died.
There I've written it.
Why am I writing this? I know everything that's happened in my life, what's the point the point of rehashing it for myself?
I still can't sleep.
I'm watching my husband sleep. It's oddly comforting to watch a person who is normally so excitable, be so peaceful in his rest. I love him, more than I can stand sometimes. There's so much I want to tell him, but we both have our sore places inside. Things that have happened that we try to protect each other from.
I think they were murdered. My parents that is. I don't know for certain, Lodo won't tell me. He may not even know. He was 15 when it happened and I was seven. He was my protector, friend, and mentor all wrapped up in one teenaged boy. He was so strong then, or atleast it seemed that way to me. That night, I was sleeping in my room, when something woke me. A *KNOCK KNOCK* and loud voices. Someone slamed the door to my room open and rushed in. I remember being scared and wanting my mother, and crying for my parents and brother as the tall Kato man who had entered my room rifled through my dresser. I remember he didn't say anything to me, just kept throwing things out of drawers and off of shelves, until there was nothing left untouched in my room. He turned toward the door and I saw two more large figures there, one Kato one Human.
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"There's nothing here!"
"Where's the money brat?"
"I... I... Ahhh!!"
Running footsteps.
"Get away from my sister, you bastard!"
The sound of a fist hitting flesh.
"Shut your mouth kid! Show us where they put the money and he wont hurt her."
"I told you I don't know what you're talking about! there is no mon-oof!"
"Alright tough guy, if that's how you want to play this. Cordon, the girl."
Footsteps moving toward me.
"Serei! You so much as touch her and I'll ki--"
The world went dark.
******
There I've written it.
Why am I writing this? I know everything that's happened in my life, what's the point the point of rehashing it for myself?
I still can't sleep.
I'm watching my husband sleep. It's oddly comforting to watch a person who is normally so excitable, be so peaceful in his rest. I love him, more than I can stand sometimes. There's so much I want to tell him, but we both have our sore places inside. Things that have happened that we try to protect each other from.
I think they were murdered. My parents that is. I don't know for certain, Lodo won't tell me. He may not even know. He was 15 when it happened and I was seven. He was my protector, friend, and mentor all wrapped up in one teenaged boy. He was so strong then, or atleast it seemed that way to me. That night, I was sleeping in my room, when something woke me. A *KNOCK KNOCK* and loud voices. Someone slamed the door to my room open and rushed in. I remember being scared and wanting my mother, and crying for my parents and brother as the tall Kato man who had entered my room rifled through my dresser. I remember he didn't say anything to me, just kept throwing things out of drawers and off of shelves, until there was nothing left untouched in my room. He turned toward the door and I saw two more large figures there, one Kato one Human.
******
"There's nothing here!"
"Where's the money brat?"
"I... I... Ahhh!!"
Running footsteps.
"Get away from my sister, you bastard!"
The sound of a fist hitting flesh.
"Shut your mouth kid! Show us where they put the money and he wont hurt her."
"I told you I don't know what you're talking about! there is no mon-oof!"
"Alright tough guy, if that's how you want to play this. Cordon, the girl."
Footsteps moving toward me.
"Serei! You so much as touch her and I'll ki--"
The world went dark.
******
The start of a project. Don't know if I'm going to continue. It's under consideration.
Comments, critiques, and criticism are welcome/needed/craved. (C'mon guys don't make me beg)
Comments, critiques, and criticism are welcome/needed/craved. (C'mon guys don't make me beg)
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I'd like to read more of this, character journals are always pretty interesting. Would you recap her life up until the quest, or throughout the quest as well? It would be interesting to read about her thoughts during the quest, too.