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Title: Life

Author: TranquilityGoddess

Category: Original

Rating: PG

Summary: Feume Nadako, an ordinary girl who enjoyed her life while fifteen. But as tragic events happen one after another, her world has crashed down.

A/N: I was reading BakaBokken's Rebirth and gave me this idea for Life. I recommend for you to read Rebirth so that you'll understand why I chose this topic.

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Dear Journal,

The date is January 18, 1979 and life as I know it will end perfectly. I will live as I am right now with my younger brother, Alex, who is thirteen, my older sister, Janice, who is eighteen, and both Mother and Father.

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The journal page that I wrote in twenty years ago was now framed above the fireplace. I was now thirty-five, married, and had a seven-year-old daughter, Elaine Noelle Dash. I was thirty-five alright, but I looked only twenty-five. I, Feume Nadako Dash, had suffered more than anybody could ever imagine; this is my story.

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I walked home January 19, 1979 at four thirty p.m. sharp as Mother always told me to; I was more obedient than Alex, who was my thirteen-year-old brother, who was walking beside me from school. Then, we noticed strange things. The street lights were flickering - on and off, on and off - and the cars were going round in circles, unsure of where to go. I kept Alex close to me as we ran across that noisy street. We both turned back to see a Volkswagen crash with a Honda; thank goodness that wasn't Janice. I always knew Janice drove a Mitsubishi Montero, so I knew that wasn't her.

My friend, Bonnie Aldenshire, who was walking with us, too, screamed with utter frightfulness that I just had to turn back. Then I saw that image that was etched in my mind forever. Bonnie was there, lying on the ground, her eyes wide open in shock, bleeding like hell. I saw a knife through her back, and then saw a man with a red sweatshirt and blue jeans run away, laughing manically. People gathered around us as I heard Bonnie's last breath leave her body. I cried and cried with Alex until the police officers and the paramedics came. The police questioned me if I saw anything. I nodded. They asked me what. I said, "I saw a guy who had a knife-case over there by Village Avenue running away laughing as if this were the funniest thing in the world."

Officer Jenny Mackenzie who was a close friend of my mother's gathered Alex and me in a hug. She knew it was too risky to have us walk alone, so she took one of the police cars and drove us to our house, carefully comforting us and choosing her words carefully. As we neared the house, I saw two more police cars. Father had been murdered and Mother was dreadfully wounded. I saw that man again running away towards Kensington Street. Who was it? Why was he ambushing the people I loved the most? Did I know him? Had I done something that offended him in any way? I couldn't understand it. I ran towards Father's side, his blonde hair soaked with blood, his bright blue eyes never once more opening as he lay there, quietly drifting off towards Heaven (or so Mother had claimed), sleeping peacefully with the Angels and Archangels of the Lord. Mother was on a stretcher, and I saw that her black hair was cascading behind her; she had never taken her hair out of her ponytail. Never!

I hugged Alex tighter than I normally did, and hopefully none of this happened to Janice. She came home peacefully, safe and sound, but her face was tear-stricken. Her friend, Amelia Hearting, had been assassinated during one of her Home Economics period. Nobody was a suspect, since nobody had been holding a knife, she told us. When she learned about Mother and Father, I wished I had never even brought up the subject itself. She hugged us; she had never touched us except for public appearances. Never. But now here she was, hugging us as if we were the ones next to die. Nobody was going to die now. Everybody was safe. Boy was I wrong - terribly wrong!

We were living with Officer Jenny and Craig Mackenzie now. Living, not adopted. They did want to adopt us, but then we told them that Mother and Father would never want to have us adopted. We knew that as a fact; they loved us too much. Mother had left me a journal to write in. I then saw the journal entry wrote earlier yesterday.

Dear Journal,

The date is January 18, 1979 and life as I know it will end perfectly. I will live as I am right now with my younger brother, Alex, who is thirteen, my older sister, Janice, who is eighteen, and both Mother and Father.

Father was gone, so everything was just a lie. I ran towards the bedroom Jen and Craig offered me, and I wept in it all day. I only got out for lunch and dinner, and to use the bathroom. Mother was deathly sick now, Jen told us, and Bonnie's funeral was two weeks from now, along with Father.

A new day then began, and we were left in the house with Jen and Craig as Janice looked around for a job. We turned on the television set, and I was met with another tragedy. "Yes, John, that's true," said the reporter. "A young girl, appearing to be eighteen with blue hair with silver streaks with a black Montero, was found dead in the College Parking Lot."

"JANICE!!" I shrieked. No…no…not Janice! Alex was crying beside me. Craig hugged him. I cried. Jen hugged me. Please God, I was begging; please don't take Alexander from me. Please. But my wish was never granted, because the next day, Alex died through a case of pneumonia. I was in complete shock, oblivious to the world around me. I had lost my Father, my sister, my best friend, and my younger brother. Mother had gone, too, but just recently, and I had been crying for her. Why did everything happen to those close to me?

Then, my world completely crashed when Jenny and Craig were assassinated during a scouting around the area - by the same man who killed Bonnie and my father. I was placed in the orphanage for three years, and Mr. and Mrs. Lovely were looking for a proper eighteen-year-old daughter to raise properly. I was put up for adoption, and they adopted me quickly. They were a wonderful elderly couple, and then not long after that, I met Jack Dash. I was now in college and I was a perfect Valedictorian. My new best friend, Kathryn Johnstown, and this Jack Dash was in the same group as me when we graduated from college, a few years later. I was then twenty-eight when Jack and I finally realized our feelings for each other, and we had a wonderful marriage. Thankfully, nobody was assassinated that day.

After that, we had Elaine Noelle, who was growing up into a very beautiful young lady with her brown eyes inherited from her father.

Life. This was life.