Sitting quietly on one of the few slightly worn wooden lawn chairs
outside of the small rather plain house that she had come to know as home,
Kiyone sighed heavily and leaned back, shutting her eyes. Life had worn her
down, and it was beginning to show. The heavy bags that hung under her
midnight blue eyes, and her sullen shrugs and strained cough only began to
show the phyiscal aspects of it, and the mental ones, well she had hide
them well for quite some time, but now they all were slowly slipping out of
the fragile glass bubble she had worked so hard not to let pop.
Running her slender fingers up and down the arm of the chair, Kiyone looked at her midnight blue nails glimmer in the barely there light that was shooting down softly from the half burnt out light bulbs above her head. Smiling lightly, Kiyone stretched out her pale legs infront of her, and watched as her navy blue skirt fluttered around her knees.
Another long day is over. Another sunset that went by without me giving it a second glance, another day of sitting out in the sun, but never really feeling it's warmth. These days used to be exhausting, but now they seem to be nothing more than the patronizing memories of what my life could of been.
Blinking her eyes shut for a moment, and feeling a hard force develop in the corner of her heart, Kiyone blinked back a few tears from the corner of her eyes, and then stared up at the dark sky that was above her, freckled with tiny stars that were almost daintly placed through out the mast area that she had come to know as the infinitive of her own world.
Maybe it had never been meant to be, maybe I wasn't supposed to be the treasured child my mother had always urged me to be. Maybe I wasn't supposed to look like the porceilan doll I kept on my buruea as a little girl, maybe I wasn't supposed to cry at my brother's funeral. Maybe I just wasn't supposed to be their little angel.
Standing up quickly, Kiyone stomped away from her chair, accidently knocking over a half empty cup of Diet Coke on the way, and she stopped long enough to curse under her breath and stooped down to clean it up, but then just kicked the cup away and fought back tears.
What the hell am I doing? Crying over a peice of shit cup is what I'm doing! This is so ridiculous, I spend ten years of my life waiting for a guy to come back from a war that never should of been fought to find that he fucking "fell in love" with some medic girl, and leaves me with the jackshit life that he left behind. The jackshit life that we had made together.
Throwing herself onto the moist grass, Kiyone let herself cry silent tears and stompped her feet angrily against the stiff soil, slapping her hands against the ground. She knew she was acting like a two year old, and she knew she must of looked ridiculous, but at the moment she didn't really give a shit and she wasn't about to go apologize for a sudden burst of tears that her damned Anger Managament conculour never told her to deal with.
Lying there for who knows how long, Kiyone cried the tears that for so long she had been to afraid to let bleed from her eyes and after she had watched the last tears of angst and heart ache disolve into the damp smelling strands of grass below her face, she rolled over onto her back and again stared up at the sky above her.
Breathing out softly she lightly rubbed her hands over her eyes before she allowed a small smile to slip over her face, as the memories of the few happy moments of her childhood came sneaking into the farthest corners of her bruised mind.
She remembered being about twelve years old, and lying out in her grandparents back yard with her elder brother Walker, and he had been reading an astronomy book outloud, and she had been trying to match the descriptions from the book to the things in the sky.
She remembered how her arms had been flailing around, pointing from one direction to the next, always changing her mind and suddenly noticing this or that little detail that at the time seemed to make the biggest difference in the world. She also remembered grinning away, like it was the best thing in the world, to be lying out in the grass with your brother trying to find Ryan's Belt and the Big Dipper.
Feeling another hard feeling grow into the back of her throat, Kiyone shook her a head a bit to try and rid her mind of the thoughts of her late brother before standing back up and dusting off her skirt and now green stained white summer blouse, and then sighed again and glanced at the silver watch that was placed on her right wrist and saw the time, 3:15 AM.
She left another heavy sigh escape from her aching body and then slowly walked back into her house, but just before she stepped inside the screen doors, she glanced back at out at the sky and thought about that infinitve of the world, that she may never know.
*~This was really only the prolouge to the actual story, just making that clear heh. Oh and I apologize for any spelling mistakes in this, the damed spell check on my computer is all screwed up. I know that this was rather odd and I sincerly hope that this plot hasn't been done before, but please please review the story. I already started working on a first chapter to this story, but if I don't get reviews on this part I doubt I will post more to it, so please review. Thanks a ton.*~
Running her slender fingers up and down the arm of the chair, Kiyone looked at her midnight blue nails glimmer in the barely there light that was shooting down softly from the half burnt out light bulbs above her head. Smiling lightly, Kiyone stretched out her pale legs infront of her, and watched as her navy blue skirt fluttered around her knees.
Another long day is over. Another sunset that went by without me giving it a second glance, another day of sitting out in the sun, but never really feeling it's warmth. These days used to be exhausting, but now they seem to be nothing more than the patronizing memories of what my life could of been.
Blinking her eyes shut for a moment, and feeling a hard force develop in the corner of her heart, Kiyone blinked back a few tears from the corner of her eyes, and then stared up at the dark sky that was above her, freckled with tiny stars that were almost daintly placed through out the mast area that she had come to know as the infinitive of her own world.
Maybe it had never been meant to be, maybe I wasn't supposed to be the treasured child my mother had always urged me to be. Maybe I wasn't supposed to look like the porceilan doll I kept on my buruea as a little girl, maybe I wasn't supposed to cry at my brother's funeral. Maybe I just wasn't supposed to be their little angel.
Standing up quickly, Kiyone stomped away from her chair, accidently knocking over a half empty cup of Diet Coke on the way, and she stopped long enough to curse under her breath and stooped down to clean it up, but then just kicked the cup away and fought back tears.
What the hell am I doing? Crying over a peice of shit cup is what I'm doing! This is so ridiculous, I spend ten years of my life waiting for a guy to come back from a war that never should of been fought to find that he fucking "fell in love" with some medic girl, and leaves me with the jackshit life that he left behind. The jackshit life that we had made together.
Throwing herself onto the moist grass, Kiyone let herself cry silent tears and stompped her feet angrily against the stiff soil, slapping her hands against the ground. She knew she was acting like a two year old, and she knew she must of looked ridiculous, but at the moment she didn't really give a shit and she wasn't about to go apologize for a sudden burst of tears that her damned Anger Managament conculour never told her to deal with.
Lying there for who knows how long, Kiyone cried the tears that for so long she had been to afraid to let bleed from her eyes and after she had watched the last tears of angst and heart ache disolve into the damp smelling strands of grass below her face, she rolled over onto her back and again stared up at the sky above her.
Breathing out softly she lightly rubbed her hands over her eyes before she allowed a small smile to slip over her face, as the memories of the few happy moments of her childhood came sneaking into the farthest corners of her bruised mind.
She remembered being about twelve years old, and lying out in her grandparents back yard with her elder brother Walker, and he had been reading an astronomy book outloud, and she had been trying to match the descriptions from the book to the things in the sky.
She remembered how her arms had been flailing around, pointing from one direction to the next, always changing her mind and suddenly noticing this or that little detail that at the time seemed to make the biggest difference in the world. She also remembered grinning away, like it was the best thing in the world, to be lying out in the grass with your brother trying to find Ryan's Belt and the Big Dipper.
Feeling another hard feeling grow into the back of her throat, Kiyone shook her a head a bit to try and rid her mind of the thoughts of her late brother before standing back up and dusting off her skirt and now green stained white summer blouse, and then sighed again and glanced at the silver watch that was placed on her right wrist and saw the time, 3:15 AM.
She left another heavy sigh escape from her aching body and then slowly walked back into her house, but just before she stepped inside the screen doors, she glanced back at out at the sky and thought about that infinitve of the world, that she may never know.
*~This was really only the prolouge to the actual story, just making that clear heh. Oh and I apologize for any spelling mistakes in this, the damed spell check on my computer is all screwed up. I know that this was rather odd and I sincerly hope that this plot hasn't been done before, but please please review the story. I already started working on a first chapter to this story, but if I don't get reviews on this part I doubt I will post more to it, so please review. Thanks a ton.*~