I walk along the pathway of the city. I feel eyes on me, watching my movement with every steps I took. I take a quick glance at them to see them staring at me with a pitiful gaze. It's always been like that ever since the day I lost both of my parents to a car accident.
I walk towards the dojo again. I have always like to observe their training session. I stand on top of the wooden box to take a peak. I place my hands on the window sill as I watch them train.
My brain always memorized their movements. In which I train on my own, by making a dummy from hay. I've been doing that for years. As a result, I'm getting quite good at fighting.
Soon enough, the training is over. I jump off the wooden box and walks away before they notice I'm here. I head towards an abandoned building which is where I train. I push the door open to the area where I always train.
I stand in front of the dummy I made myself. I close my eyes as I try to recall what those people did. I move my body into a battle stance. I let out a yell as I lunges at the dummy. I make a wrong move, which ended up making me trip.
"Ow ow ow..." I said, rubbing onto my head which took the hit as I landed on the ground. I let out a sigh as I lay on my back. I stare at the ceiling which is covered in a lot of dusts. My eyes soften slightly as I thought of how my childhood was. If my parents were alive, they'd scold me. Stating the fact that I'm a girl, and that I should be more graceful instead of being a tomboy.
Flashback
"Oh come on, dad!!! I really wanna be a part of that KungFu club! Pretty pretty please??" My younger self pleaded with my dad, trying to persuade him to let me join a dojo. But no matter how hard I tried, even faking a cry. He wouldn't let me join the dojo. "I'm a girl, dad. I need to know how to protect myself in case someone plans to do something bad! Don't you want me to be safe?" I said.
"Well, you have me, don't you? I'll be your knight in shining armor, my little princess" he said. I pouted at his choice of words. He let out a gleeful laugh at my reaction. He places his hand on my head, gently ruffling my hair.
End of Flashback
My father always believed that he will be the one that will always keep me safe from harm. That's what I liked to believe to. That is... until that tragic accident happens when both of my parents are on their way back home.
I was with my grandma, and it was raining heavily when we received a sudden call from the hospital, informing us that both of my parents didn't make it after getting involved in a bad accident. The news broke me tremendously. I remember I locked myself up in my room. No matter how hard my grandma tried to talk to me, I would always shut her out.
I blink my eyes as I realize it's starting to get late. 'Ah... I got carried away again. I should probably head home' I thought to myself. I move to stand up and pat myself to get rid of the dust.
Time-skip
I tiptoed into the house, trying not to make too much sound. Grandma is probably asleep, so I don't want to bother her. She must be tired after running the shop. I would offer to help, but she would always told me to just go out and enjoy my youth.
"Sneaking to train again?" A voice said, startling me. I turn my head to look at the voice to see Grandma. She have a stern look on her face. I let out a nervous laugh as I rub my neck sheepishly. She let out a sigh as she walks up to me. She lift her hand, gently flicking me on my forehead. I flinched at her action and pouted. "You know how your father would feel about your training to fight, dear..." she said.
"Sorry..." I muttered while fiddling with my fingers. I feel a hand on my head. I lift my head to look at her. She sends me a small smile. I frown as I stare at her face. I lift my hand and grab ahold of her hand that's on my head. "Grandma... are you okay? You look a really pale. Are you sick?" I asked. She just sends me a weak smile. My eyes widen when her eyes suddenly rolled back. I catch her body as she falls on the ground.
"Grandma? Grandma!!" I called out, shaking her body as I desperately try to get her to open her eyes. "This is not funny grandma. Wake up!!" I said, shaking her a little harder.
***
I just stand emotionlessly. My hand is holding a bouquet of flowers. In front of me, is my grandma's freshly made tombstone. The people surrounding me slowly left one after another. They're giving me that look again.
Rain is pouring down from the sky, almost as if it's also feeling sorry for me. I slowly steps closer towards the tombstone. I drop on my knees as I stare at the writings.
"You're so mean, you know, grandma?" I said, in a low voice that is barely above whisper. Tears starts to roll down my cheeks, mixing together with the rain that's soaking me. "YOU SAID THAT YOU'D ALWAYS BE THERE FOR ME!" I yelled out. I choke out a sob as I clench my hands on the ground. I shut my eyes tightly as I start to cry harder. "Why did you leave me alone, grandma... I have no one else now" I cried out. I let out a scream, not caring if my throat is hurt.
Why do people keep on leaving me behind? Is this my fate? To always be alone? Will I ever find someone that will always be by my side? Someone, please...
I don't wanna be alone...
*to be continued*
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It's Okay To Be Different (Sakura Haruka X Reader)
FanfictionL/N Y/N is a self-taught fighter. She taught herself how to fight by observing the trainers in dojos. With the sole purpose of protecting herself. She has no one else to rely on after losing both of her parents to a tragic accident. Days after days...
