The One (Kuroko No Basket Fanfic)

The Old Version Of Me

I slide down the dark hallway slowly, my bare feet touching nothing but cold floor. I turn a corner to the kitchen and find my father, his head in his hands, on the kitchen table. I hear him sobbing into his hands. I don't understand what is going on. I look at the clock, 10:35 p.m. Stares at me back in the face.

"Dad? Dad what's wrong? Is mom home yet?" My voice sounds like its underwater. My vision blurs in my eyes. "Dad." I reach out for him and then he finally speaks, but it isn't my dad's voice. Its a voice i never heard of, its deep and sinister, and i'm afraid.

"Your mother is gone Aria." He says from his hands. It pierces my chest and i feel like i'm shot. The pain grows wider, further around my body as it resonates in my mind. My mother is gone. My mother is gone. I feel the pain grow into a fire and it's burning me, hot and hateful.

"What?" My voice is quiet, so quiet i was surprised he even heard me.

"She's dead Aria!" The voice that isn't my father screams at me. I feel my knees hit the cold floor, then everything is black, the nightmare ending in my mind as the words circle around my mind. She's dead...she's dead!!!! I don't remember what is happening just all the darkness then...

"NO!!!!!" My voice screams into my dark room, as hot tears flow down my face. I'm in my room, i'm alone until i hear my father pound out of his room.

"Aria! Aria! Is everything alright?" I hear him yell as he comes into my room. I feel his hand on my hair as i have heavy breaths come from my mouth. She's dead. My mind screams at me. She's dead! She's never coming back!

"Aria..." My father holds me close to his chest as my sobs flow into his chest. It's coming back. All those horrible memories of the times she left. She's gone and she's never going to be here again. "I know...sshh...it's alright sweetie. I'm here. I'm never going to leave you..." My father cooes into my hair as i sob in his chest. The hot tears piercing against his shirt and flowing into his chest.

The nightmares are starting again...and this time, i can't get rid of them.

**Morning**

I slide out of my bed on this dreaded Monday morning. My feet heavy, my eyes having dark bags under them. I shuffle my feet to my dresser and mirror, i look so pale, so dead looking. Dead...that isn't the word, i look corspe like, a zombie that is still breathing. I can't breathe from the recent nightmares i've been having. Each one is the same, my father crying, from the memory of when i found out six years ago. Finding my father with his head in his hands, how he was sobbing, how i was gone for the rest of that night, i wasn't myself. Yet, i'm still not myself, but i'm not like i used to be either. I am not the old version of me, where i would isolate myself from my friends, from my father, from basketball. But, those memories are coming back, ready to destroy me again, hot and filled with fury.

I pick up my brush and begin to brush out the tangles in my long hair. My head pulling back with each yank and then once my hair is straight and free from tangles, i walk over to my closet and pick out my Yosen uniform. I see the red dress that was my mother's and all those memories of her being gone fade. They fade into the day i remember first actually seeing her for the first time, i see her smile and how she taught me basketball. I remember when she would sing to me, and when she dropped me off at school. The time i remember my first friend and how she would take us to the park. All those happy memories of her, which turned into just amemory, just a picture which i never seen of her anymore. Sense then, we put away all her old pictures to try and forget about what it was like to hurt so much. But that paini still stays. I touch the dress, and i feel how soft it was, and i wonder if my mom thought it was soft too. I close my closet door as I take my uniform to the bathroom with me to get ready for another day at Yosen.