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Kairi
Lol. I know I stole the name Kairi from Kingdom Hearts. :3 Just temporary, anyway, enjoy!
I can still remember my old house. The doorway led right to the front room, with a pale teal couch and white carpet flooring. The walls were a plain white color—although you would never know with all the pictures that covered it, in fact, you’d wonder if we even had walls.
In front of the couch was the T.V. which was about as wide as the couch, and half way up the wall. A wood auburn coffee table was placed neatly between the couch and widescreen. On both sides of the T.V. were two wood shelves, one with picture frames, and the other with a few books and some collected dust.
To the right of the doorway were the wooden staircases, which led to a short hallway. The first right was my bathroom, the first left was my bedroom, and the next left was my parents’ bedroom. At the end of the hallway, there was a bright window just perfect enough for a bright, but not too bright, hallway.
The kitchen was directly across from the door. There was a swinging kitchen door, and in the kitchen we had black and white linoleum tile flooring, with the same plain white walls. To the right of the kitchen was the dining room, though there were no separating walls or change in flooring. In the dining room we had a dark brown high class table, big enough to seat eight people—more than half what we needed—with matching, and also high class, chairs with cushiony seating.
I had a very loving family with a father and mother who loved each other and me all the same. I was an only child and I was very spoiled. Like me, my family had dark hair and gold eyes. Our hair was extremely straight: so straight it was ‘un-curl-able’. My mom and dad didn’t ever work. They didn’t have to after my grandmother died and left us her heir of $750,000 and her stocks, which would always increase.
When I was very young, one night, I heard a loud clashing, and my mom curse from downstairs. I figured she’d have dropped a dish on the tile. But then it sounded like someone was stomping up the stairs and a muffled scream called out. I hoped for sleep to reach me and let me finally wake up to the sun’s greeting, but for some reason I couldn’t concentrate right. I slowly lost oxygen under the blanket and pulled it from my nose. The cold air of my bedroom froze my face instantly, so I retreated under the warm, but breathless quilt, pulling myself in a ball and waiting for sleep to return.
I woke up a few hours later and sat up and yawned. This time, the sun was in the sky, so I jumped out of bed, suddenly excited, and raced across the room to the calendar pinned on the wall. November 13th. My birthday was exactly a month away. I crossed off yesterday with a big ‘x’ like the many days before it. I was really looking forward to this birthday. I would finally feel older! I would finally be ten years old! I imagined it while I brushed my teeth, the perfect birthday party. Mom, dad, grandma, gramps, Aunt Lela, Uncle Brock, and all my friends from school—my crush, Hayden!--at my spotless house enjoying games and fresh finger foods while Mom would prepare the perfect birthday cake with pink icing. I grinned at the thought and my heartbeat sped up. I quickly ran a brush through my hair.
I shoved my feet in fuzzy yellow slippers and raced down the hallway and down the stairs. I was so hungry; I didn’t even bother to get dressed for breakfast.
As I stepped down each stair, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, one by one. Something was wrong. I wasn’t being greeted with the sweet smell of eggs and bacon with buttery toast on the side. This was different. There was a rusty, metallic, smell in the air and I knew something was offset. What happened? I could feel every nerve in my body tighten with each step and when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned my back to the kitchen, for the front door was left completely ajar, the window in it completely shattered. A part of me wanted to run out of the door, thinking that maybe if it shut, I would regret it. I wondered why I was so frightened to walk any further, and my heartbeat exploded into unexpected sharp beats.
Sudden sobbing came from the kitchen and my head nervously turned towards the kitchen, and I actually began walking. I really began walking towards the danger I was so terrified of.
Then something happened, and whatever it was drew me closer to the kitchen door. No! No! I screamed at myself. No! Stupid! Stop! Turn around, go to bed and wake up from your dream! I wasn’t exactly sure what kept my legs moving, because as I inched my way toward the kitchen door, I could feel my heart punching and bruising my rib cage. As I reached for the kitchen swinging door, I fought with myself again, what should I do? I heard my slipper plop in a light puddle. The metal scent stung my nostrils more powerful than ever. I looked down, and began gasping for air. I froze, and my jaw dropped, as the tears ran down my cheeks faster than ever. I pounced over to the side, and followed the trail of red from where I stood to the kitchen. I reached over for the door, and slipped in the blood beneath me, shaken. I tried to stand up but nausea over came me, and I was forced to crawl on my knees. I desperately strived and stretched for the door, my hands and knees covered in blood wet pajamas. Why did I want to see this? Why was I so bravely trying to see this terrible sight that awaited me just on the other side of this door? I couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was a rubber-band wrapped around my lungs.
My eyes were far too blurry to see even the door anymore, but I had to try. I slid my hands into fists and wiped my eyes dry, temporarily, leaving the nauseating blood smell in my nostrils and eyes. Whatever it was that was in me, either my heart or my mind, forced me to the door, and shoved it open, collapsing to the tile in the kitchen. I lay on my side, my back against the door frame, now covered in blood, and cocking my head up.
My eyes burned with tears while my hands begged to draw me closer to the broken dam of the blood waterfall. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I closed them, expecting the intense lump in my throat to disappear when I opened them again. Only when I did open them it was like a big smack in the face. I crawled into a ball on the floor and wrapped my arms around my torso. It felt like the gravitational pull had increased and the pressure had pulled me into the floor, like I would soon squish into a flat figure. There in front of me, my father lay lifeless on the floor, blood spewing out of his chest. My eyes widened, and my eyes burned with tears. I dragged my suddenly heavy body to him. I clung on to his chest, crying and screaming, hoping to wake up, and do it differently. I should have run out the door. I should have left right then. But I couldn’t leave him. I wanted to run away forever and keep running until my legs gave out, and I died of exhaustion.
I rested my head on his chest, crying and sobbing. I talked to him,
“Come on Dad!” my voice cracked and shook. “You’ll be okay. I’ll get help. Mom will wake up soon; she just forgot to set the alarm last night. It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” My voice faded.
“Honey.” A familiar voice called to me. My ears were stuffed and I couldn’t hear it correctly. I looked up at my dad with a smile, suddenly fading, noticing his eyes were wide open in agony, his mouth and cheeks bruised and dry blood stained on his cheeks and chin. His jacket was drenched with blood, and I wanted to look away. I needed to. But I couldn’t. “Kairi.” There it was again.
Forcefully, I lifted my head up from my father’s chest. My mother was standing only feet away, almost mirroring my dad, blood all over her clothing, and a bullet wound, only her wound was in her arm, and she had cuts on her legs. She was stripped down to her underwear.
“Mom…” I tried to spit it out. “What… what happened?” at the very thought of the words, it triggered more tears to my eyes, unstoppable. “Mom.” I shrieked. She didn’t reply.
Her head hung over and her legs close together, with her arm on the wall, to keep her balance. Unfortunately she wasn’t strong enough, and collapsed to the floor, whimpering, and gasping for air. When her shoulders stopped moving with attempts to breathe, I realized I had to get up. Call 911. Get up! Your weak, Kairi! Get off your grief, call for help. I knew I was weak. I couldn’t get up. My legs froze beneath me, and my eyesight and hearing clouded, muffling. I heard a thud, and noticed a sharp agonizing pain ran through my forehead. I rapped my arms around my stomach to keep from puking, and fell into clouds of dark, lingering memories.
I died. I could have sworn I was dead. My back was aching and my neck was stiff. I looked around, trying to adjust to the white blur that overcame me. I couldn’t quite comprehend what had happened. Where was I? My stomach rumbled and I clutched my gut. The fabric beneath me was itchy and thin. When I tried to stretch to one side something crackled.
 Lyric hunn · Tue May 26, 2009 @ 09:16pm · 0 Comments |
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