Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sorrow ❯ Memories From Puddles ( Chapter 2 )

Okies, so here's the next chapter. I'd really appreciate it if someone would please review. I know I keep obsession over this but it's important to me. I like to get criticized, it gives me inspiration ^_^

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or any of it characters (but I'm going to write about them just like everyone else ^_^ ).

Sunlight dancing,

Moonlight shines,

Eyes burn bright,

For you are mine;

Breezes come,

The Rain will pass,

Open your heart,

For my love will last;

Deadly scream,

Cried in the night,

Hopeless fear,

As I search for the light...

"I'm going out," called Tawny as she grabbed her jacket, jumping the last three stairs. She quickly slipped it on over her tank top and grabbed her umbrella before making a dash for the front door. She had to get out of the house; she was suffocating. She couldn't stand to just sit alone in her room and let the memories wash over her again and again, drenching her heart in guilt, drowning her soul in an unexplainable sorrow.

She didn't wait to hear her mother's answer as she stepped outside into the cool night air. It was still raining, but only lightly. There was a fain breeze forcing the mist up under her umbrella, into her face. But she didn't mind. She really didn't notice. She was cold, but she didn't really care. How could she care about something so silly as being cold when Elizabeth was in a fresh grave, beneath freshly dug soil, all alone in her eternal sleep.

"I don't deserve to be warm;" said Tawny as she began to walk mindlessly towards the cemetery, "not while Elizabeth is cold and alone and dead." She vaguely realized that it wasn't such a good idea. The cemetery wasn't the best place for a 16 year old girl to be gallivanting off to on a cold, rainy night, but then again it wasn't very smart to let your best friend take a short cut through the trailer park at 12 in the morning.

"I wonder what it felt like - being tortured. I wonder how it felt to see freedom within reach and to be denied it so suddenly. I wonder if she was afraid, or if she stood her ground and fought." Tawny tried to fight it, but couldn't help it and smiled to herself. Elizabeth would have been the one to stand and fight. She always was, no matter what the odds. She wasn't scared of anything that Tawny could remember.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Hay, Tawn-Tawn catch!" cried a silly looking tom-girl with a brown pony tail all messed up and half out on one side as she threw the big orange ball at the skinny little redhead with knock-knees and a face full of freckles.

"Huh, Tawn-Tawn?" questioned the new girl as she dogged the ball, letting it roll past her. She had only been there a week. Her family had moved their from Maryland three months ago, right after her mother and father had settled their divorce. Tawny was still having a tough time getting over it and adjusting to the new move, but her mom wanted her to start school soon so she wouldn't get behind.

Now it was her first day and she felt so strange in that fourth grade class full of people she didn't know. She missed her old friends, and her dad, and her old house. It wasn't fair she thought as the bell rang for recess and she shuffled out the door with the rest of her classmates. No one even bothered talking to her. Everyone seemed to be ignoring her, even the teacher. It was too hot there and rainy. She didn't like it. Not one bit because it wasn't home.

"Yah, that's what I'm calling yah from now on," laughed the brown haired mess. She was the first person to talk to Tawny all day. And it would figure that she would have to pick on her name. She just hated it.

"Don't call me that!" She said suddenly stamping her foot.

The Brunet looked slightly confused and made a quick attempt at an apology, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'll just call you Tawny from now on. Ok? I just wanna be friends, really..."

Tawny suddenly began to cry and sunk to the soft grass, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees and bowing her head. She hated it. She hated everything. It wasn't fair. Nothing worked out for her.

The tom-girl quickly ran over and tapped her on the shoulder, "are you ok? I'm really, really sorry. I mean it! I'm so sorry! Please, don't cry. I didn't mean to make you sad. I promise."

Tawny slowly lifted up her head to see a smiling face that shown with a pair of bright blue eyes full of genuine concern, guised by a smile and smudged with dirt. "It's ok. I'm alright. I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling to good right now."

The smiling face shown brightly as the knock-kneed redhead delivered her apology. "That's great! I mean, not that you're not feeling good, but that you're not mad. I really just wanted to make friends." She paused before hesitantly adding, "hay, you wanna come over my house after school and swim in my pool? It's an in ground. You can use my favorite raft if you want. It's a giant alligator and it's this big!" She continued, spreading her arms as far as they would go to demonstrate the size of her raft.

Tawny wiped the tears off her face. She soon forgot whatever it had been that had made her so sad and quickly accepted the girls offer, "really? I'd love to go swimming. I don't have a pool and it's so hot. "

"Great!" The brunet continued, "oh, and by the way, mine name is Elizabeth - Elizabeth Hollins..."

"Mine's Tawny - Tawny Write. And if you really want to you can call me Tawn-Tawn… I don't really mind. Its not all that bad," Tawny said, taking the hand offered by Elizabeth; now smiling cheerfully, all indication of her misery behind her.

"Well, you wanna play then?" Asked Elizabeth retrieving the ball that she had thrown, "I mean, before recess is over?"

"Sure!" Said Tawny grabbing the ball from Elizabeth and giving a wild giggle as she began to run. "Bet you can't catch me!" she jeered, playfully, sticking out her tong as she mounted the hill.

"Bet ya I can!" Cried Elizabeth taking flight after the redhead thief. And the two girls chased each other all the rest of recess, a moment that's image was forever frozen in the mind of a girl.

For there Elizabeth was forever alive, laughing, and playing. There she would know no pain nor sorrow, and all would be as it should be, at least in the mind of Tawny. For she clung to the dream; and all her other memories, that seemed to last only an instant. This was all that was left of Elizabeth - an instant. This was all Tawny had to cling to. And a single tear ran down the girls cheek as she continued to walk towards the cemetery; the cold night air, blowing hard against her face.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The moon was barely visible as the clouds danced over it, and the stars, flooding the sky with darkness. A lone figure moved through the headstones, eyes burning with tears, heart racing with regret. She finally came to the fresh grave and stoop down beside it, running her hand along the engraving that read ...

Elizabeth Hollins

Age, 16

1987 - 2003

Beloved daughter, friend, and all around good person...

She will be greatly be missed.

"She'll be missed," whispered Tawny to herself. She laid a flower on the fresh earth, where several others were. She had picked up a daisy on her way there, from the local flower shop. It would have made Elizabeth mad to know that Tawny was mourning like this. It would have made her mad to know that everyone was morning like this.

"Suck it up people!" she would have said, thought Tawny - that's just how she was.

Tawny remembered suddenly how they had buried her in a plain black dress. She would have had a fit had she known. They had her hair all fixed and down at her shoulders, neatly cut and make-up on her always bear face. It looked so foreign to Tawny, who had always been so used to seeing her friend in jeans and a tee shirt. It just didn't fit. Her hair wasn't a mess and it was down! My gosh! Had Elizabeth been alive and seen it she would have died! And they put on pink lipstick. Of all the colors in the world pink! Elizabeth hated pink!

But only Tawny seemed to notice the violations that had been made against her friend's corpse's. Only she had looked on almost in disgust as everyone else commented how beautiful she was. Even Mary hadn't seemed to care what they had done to her in death. Was Tawny the only one who really understood her? Or did everyone else just not care? Did they just want to use this event as an excuse to turn her into what she had hated most? They had marred an angel during her final accent into heaven - and not a one of them even seemed to apprehend it.

"You looked like a girl," Tawny teased, half crying, half laughing as she crouched down beside her friend's grave. She lightly stroked the flower between her fingers. Elizabeth liked daisies. She used to say they were pretty and cheap, just the way she liked everything from clothes, to shoes, to just about everything she bought.

Tawny was the opposite. She liked to wear pretty dresses and put her hair down. She liked to flirt and buy what was in stile. She was popular and pretty and followed the mold; everything Elizabeth wasn't.

They seemed to balance each other out. Elizabeth was outspoken, to the point, and aggressive. Tawny was more shy, playful, and passive. She avoided controversial subjects and baked down from fights, while Elizabeth liked to argue and got into more fights than Tawny could remember for running her mouth to the wrong person. She didn't always win, but she never really lost, or stood to loss. If she did get beat she'd always fight them again. And if she lost again, she'd keep on fighting. Tawny never agreed with this principle too much, but she knew better than to lecture her friend. She had a mind of her own and a head that was more often then not, harder than brick.

"If only she'd of listened to me that one time. If only I'd have made her listen for once in our lives," Tawny mumbled to herself, standing up and putting the flower back down in the mud. A shiver shot down her spine and she hugged her jacket around herself for warmth. "I'd better go," she said absentmindedly, giving one last look at her friend's grave before picking her umbrella back up and walking way from the final resting place of the one person she loved, hated, and idolized all at once, leaving the rain to fall alone on the drenched earth, washing away the tears that had fallen and replacing them with heaven's sorrow.

NOTES: What do you think? I just had to do it for characterization. I wanted to tell a little bit more about Tawny and Elizabeth and how they became friends and whatever before Tawny runs into Farfarello. Besides, I needed to get her out alone at night by herself so she could have the misfortune (or fortune - in my opinion ^_^ ) of running into everyone's favorite knife wielding Irishmen. Tell me what you think and check back for updates soon...