Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ I Wish, I wish, I wish you a merry Christmas ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

I wish, I wish, I wish you a merry Christmas

Written by Katsuya

 

“I wish, I wish, I wish…” Those are the words she says every 24'Th December, followed by her deepest and most desperate wish. A wish that will never come true. She knows it. But she doesn't care.

 

This Christmas evening, December 24'Th, she's walking home from an exhausting day at the office. Her steps echo in the empty street. It is cold and the darkness is creeping up at her, every time she walks away from a streetlamp. She pulls her thin coat closer around herself, trying to make it give of more protecting against the biting cold, and sneaky darkness. She takes her eyes from the pavement she's stepping on, and looks up towards the star covered sky. In her eyes every flame is putted out. They don't sparkle as normal eyes would. The sadness is heavy in them. She has seen things a human is better without, and yet she still wanders our earth. She walks up the three steps to her apartment building; give the sky a last sad look, before opening the door and stepping inside. As she wanders down the hall to her apartment, she stops in front of a flat. She can hear happy voices. Child voices. She smiles slightly, a sad smile, and goes the last short way to her own apartment. She unlocks the door and step into the darkness of her loneliness.

“I'm home!” She calls out to no one in particular. Even after all these years she still does it. Well, bad habits die hard.

A dull thud is heard, and a cat comes lazy out of the only doorway to greet its owner. The cat is black with white socks and white tipped tail. Pretty normal. It gives a sleepy mew and rub it self against its owners leg. The owner smiles slightly, once again sadly, and bows down to pet the cat. The cat purr in delight as it is getting petted. When its owner stop it gives a disappointed mew, and it looks like it is starting to sulk. The owner smile once again.

“Not now, Ai, I'm tired. Maybe later,” she says to the sulking cat, before going of in the direction the cat had come from.

The living room is dark. No sound is erupting from it. She shudders nearly unnoticeable, before hurrying to the light switch, and turn on the light. With the light on, the living room is much cosier, and now there are no sneaky shadows, just waiting to catch her in a minute of unawareness. The living room isn't anything special. It has a couch, a television, a coffee table, a bookcase and a shelf with pictures on the wall. There isn't space for anything else. She sighs, and walks towards one of the doorways in the room. There are three doorways. One to the small hall, one to the kitchen and one to her bedroom. It's the one to the bedroom she goes through. Quickly she turns on the light in there too, and the weak light, shows of a small one person bed along the window, a wardrobe, a table beside the bed, where something is standing, covered in some material, and some casual thrown clothes from the morning. A single doorway gives her entrance to a small bathroom with a toilet, a hand basin and a shower. The light switch is pushed and the light flickers to life.

She quickly discards her annoying office clothes, turn on the shower and steps in under the warm spray of water. The water run down her body, and tries to take all her worries and sadness with it, but is without luck. All the sadness, all the worries, all the quilt will never disappear. It has grown into her skin, and will never get out again. She knows it. And in the shower, small sobs escapes her normal hard as steel defence, and tears leek through her eyes, mingle with the water, before go through the drain and vanish.

She turns of the water.

She gets out of the shower, hurries out of the bathroom, and takes a towel. She loses herself in the softness of it. Letting it caress her skin, drying the waters attempt to wash her worries away.

After getting dressed, she walks to the kitchen. Ai, her cat, is hot on her heals as she goes through the living room. As with all the other rooms, she hurries to turn on the light. The small kitchen is barely big enough for both fridge and cooker, not to mention the kitchen table, shelves, microwave, and kitchen sink. She opens the fridge in her hunt for food, and takes out some leftovers from the day before. As it heat up in the microwave, she suddenly feels something furry rubbing her leg. A soft mew carried to her ears confirmed her suspicion about who it might be.

“Yes yes! I'm going to find you some food, but wait a second okay?” She asks the little now purring cat. It looks up at her, but doesn't stop its purring and rubbing. Suddenly she looks like she just remembered something, and without further delay she runs out of the kitchen, into the living room, and into the bedroom. She goes over to the material covered thing beside her bed, and pulls the cloth of it. Underneath is a cage. A bird cage. And inside it is a little blue and white colour bird. It's a budgie. A very angry looking budgie. She smiles a little sheepishly.

“Sorry Yuki. It has just been such a stressed day, so I forgot you.” The bird just chirps a bit and goes to the opening, waiting to be let out. She hesitates for a couple of seconds, before lifting up the cage, and carries it to the living room. There she put the cage down beside a miniature spruce. Her christmas tree. It is decorated with miniature globes, lights and a star at the top. She opens the cage for the bird, and then hurries to the kitchen for her food. When she once again enter the living room, she is carrying a tray with a steaming plate of food, a deep plate with water and peas swimming round in the surface, and a bowl with some cat food.

“Here you go,” she says to the very loud cat. As soon as it had seen the tray it was going to get, it had been made sure to make it self well known. She smiles slightly at the very eager cat that even thought it was eating fast, didn't manage to spill a single bit of food. She shifts her attention to the budgie now sitting atop of its cage. The female put down the deep plate with water on the table, and watch with amusement as the little bird jumps from the cage to the water filled plate and start to try catching all the peas. She puts down her own plate at the coffee table, before walking over to the shelf with pictures. There she takes one of the pictures and bring it with her back to the coffee table. She puts it down in front of the tree.

The picture is of a female and two males. The female is herself, happy, smiling. In her eyes still burns the flame of the will to live and the dark hair isn't without its usual shine. She stands beside the oldest male who is her husband. His blond hair and blue eyes is stunning, even on a picture. They both have one of their hands on each of the shoulders of a young boy. His happy smile reach all the way to his eyes and back again. The blue eyes sparkle and the dark hair is way to long and fall down into his eyes. It's all so happy.

She turns on the television, trying to fight away the tears that treat to come every time she looks at the photo. There are cartoons on the television. It's the same as every year, but they take away her sad thoughts for a moment, while she eats her food. But eventually she has to face the memories.

At last every pea has been eaten, the bowl has been emptied, and the plate is clean for food. She cleans up everything. She puts the bird back in its cage, place it back in the bedroom and cover it up again. She readies herself for the night, and finally lies down at her bed. The cat jumps up to her and snuggle down into the covers in the end of her bed. She smiles sadly, closes her eyes and folds her hands.

“I wish, I wish, I wish to get my family back.” And with that she falls asleep.

 

“Momma! Momma! Momma! Dad and I are going to pick up some pizza! I want one with lots of cheese! And sausages! Lots and lots of sausages!!!” The boy jumps up and down of just excitement. His mother smiles. He's always so energetic. Her husband comes into the kitchen and smile slightly as he sees the excited boy.

“I'm sure the little brat has already told you, but we're going to pick up some pizza, so we'll be back in an hour or so, darling.” He says in a teasingly way. She just smiles and nods.

“What do you want?” She smiles at him again.

“Surprise me,” he just nods, and gives her a kiss.

“See you later.” And with that the boy and his father left the house for pizza.

The mother smiles once again, and after she has set the table she sits inside the living room, to wait for her husband and son. While she sits there, she admires the beautiful tree in the corner of the room. It's full of globes and candy and other decorations. At the top there's a beautiful star. It's gold and silver and look like it had cost a lot, even thought it really hasn't. The entire room is decorated with christmas stuff, and is just like a family would have on an evening as this.

She waits. And waits. And waits. And waits. It has been nearly two hours now. Why aren't they coming? Suddenly some one knocks at the front door. She raises herself from the chair she has been sitting in, hoping it is her family getting back. But as she opens the door, blue flash reach her eyes, and she feels like her world is turned upside down. The police officer smiles kindly at her with sadness pouring of him.

“I have some very hard news.” He starts, but doesn't seem like he knows what to say else. He sighs. “Maybe you wanna sit down for a moment.” He guides her to a chair before sitting himself before her.

“I'm afraid that your husband and child were hit by a drunken driver. They… They didn't make it.”

At that moment she was happy she was sitting down, `cause by this news, she lost consciousness.

 

It's December 25'Th, a cold, cold morning. Children jumps out of bed, and run down, excited, to see if Santa has been there over night. Usually he has.

She is no longer breathing. And for the first time in years, she has a happy expression on her face. In her papers it says she died of a heart attack. Her heart could no longer beat, as broken as it was. Now she can rest in peace, with the people she loves so dearly. Guess Santa came to her after all.

 

 

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Well that's it!!! Got to admit this was a paper for school, but hey!!! I like it!!! Hope you do too…

 

And I know I should update “Family pride or love?”, but there are no reviewers so I have no energy to write the story….

 

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