Suggested Song: By Your Side- Tenth Avenue North
I stare up at the ceiling and dream about the past, a past that quickly turned into a nightmare. Tears slowly roll down my face as a dose off to dream of my past. My name is Suki Takahashi and this is my story.
My family was a fairly rich kind of family. Even though we were rich we didn’t do anything extravagant or out of the ordinary. Our house was kind of big and we did travel during the summer to America but otherwise we were normal people. Papa was a big time movie director so there would be times where he would go off to America without us during the school year.
When summer came we would go to America where Papa owned a ranch. It was our summer home. Papa bought us horses that we rode while we were there. I had a painted horse. She was white with brown splotches and I named her Ghost. I gave her that name because at night it looked as if there were ghosts outside of my window. Mama and Kaminari, my sister, had black horses named Shadow and Nightmare. Papa had a brown horse that he named Chocolate. He always made time to ride his horse.
Summer was the best. Kaminari was always upset in Japan, but in America she was different. There was never a day where she wasn’t smiling. She loved it there and most of all, she loved her horse. We all loved each other. Sadly our happiness wasn’t forever.
It was my birthday and I had just turned six. We all went out to dinner to celebrate my birthday. It was fun, we all had fun. I was wearing a frilly rose red dress1 and Kaminari was wearing a black and purple gothic Lolita dress2. My sister gave me her favorite pink bunny and Mama gave me a locket with all of us in it. Then we got in our car and started heading home. Sister was reading a book and I was starting to fall asleep when I saw a bright light. A semi truck ended up pushing our car off of the side of the rode into a thick forest area. My parents died instantly but my sister suffered. Blood was on the ground everywhere and fire was surrounding us. I crawled towards my sister whose body lay on the ground in a pool of her own blood mixing with our parents. Sister tried to hold on for me. She said that she would stay with me until help arrived. We heard the ambulance coming so she said, “Be strong Suki. You’re going to be alone for awhile but I promise we will meet again one day. I love you little sister.”
I jolted upright in bed. I had fallen asleep. It was a dream of my past I knew this and yet I couldn’t stop crying. Actually, that was the reason I couldn’t stop crying. My family was dead. I had no one left. I was at the hospital for a couple of weeks. I was in shock. I fell into a coma because I was adopted by another family, a couple who weren’t able to have children, along with a boy named Kaito. Kaito was a boy from who loved me but I constantly turned him down. He never wanted anything to do with me after that. But one night Kaito passed by my bedroom and found me sitting up in my bed. He found me when I was in my most vulnerable state. I was crying and he didn’t judge me. He comforted me. He sung to me because music calms him down to. He knew one American song because he wanted to impress me in the orphanage. He softly sung, “And I’ll be by your side wherever you fall in the dead of night whenever you call please don’t fight these hands that are holding you.3”
I realized not too long ago that I fell in love with him. He was the one who unlocked my heart. I was in an abyss of darkness and could not find the light. He pulled me through it. He stayed by my side even when it all seemed hopeless. He was my savior.
I felt a multitude of tears stream down my face because I felt so pathetic. I hated that about myself. I am so reliant on him and his comfort. Can I really keep doing this? I looked up and found Kaito sitting at the foot of my bed. He slid into bed next to me and wrapped me in a warm hug. At first I wanted to push him away but then I found myself enraptured by his warmth. “Why are you crying?” questioned Kaito, “This isn’t like your normal midnight crying session. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I replied trying hard to avoid the subject. He kept on with it.
“If you were fine you wouldn’t be crying. Face the facts Suki; you’ll never be ‘just fine’. So please, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I… I just… No… It’s nothing…”
He didn’t press on any further which I am grateful for. To be honest, I wouldn’t want him to know that I feel weak for relying on him. I love this feeling of protection. It’s something I haven’t felt since my family died. I… I… I need him by my side.
1: Suki’s dress looked like this- pic.whatabeautifullife.com/ima…
2: Kaminari, Suki’s sister was wearing something like this- static.crazyinlove.es/10538-th…
3: Reference to “By Your Side- Tenth Avenue North” Which is also the suggested song for this chapter.