The Tale of A Broken World

Chapter Seven: Relax and Remember

Faira POV

I open my eyes and look around, it's dark and I'm sitting in a cave...? I squint, trying to adjust my eyes when I realize that I'm no longer wearing my eye patch. I nearly panic, but remember: it's not there, and it never will be, now get a hold of yourself. I take notice of Nova, who appeared to be asleep. That's right, Flowey happened, I almost forgot.

Memory is strange in that way, isn't it? You forget things that you ought to remember. I grab my eye patch and put it back on, feeling better that it was there. I know you're curious, don't think I haven't noticed. It's a thing called protecting people.

Chara had been in danger, she wasn't the type of person who got into fights or arguments, but some drunk bastard thought otherwise. This was back when we were in the city and the guy had her cornered. My instincts took over and I stepped in. He didn't take too well to that, as he brought a knife out. Remember when I said he was drunk?

Well, by that, I mean he didn't know where he was aiming and my eye became his accidental target. He had sliced deep into and I remember feeling the blood run down my face. My memory messed up the last part of what happened, and I only recall losing my temper and lashing out. That's when we left the city for the village. I can't and won't let anything happen to Chara, I swore that to her when we ran away from our parent.

You want to know what happened there too, don't you? Oh well, I'm already telling you these things, so I might as well right? Things at home were never the best; the house was a wreck, mom was sick and dad was always working. That left Chara and I to take care of mom. Sounds likely your generic 'My life is horrible, feel bad for me' doesn't it?

You're not wrong, we did feel that way. Eventually, mom passed away, but there was nothing we could've done for her, she was bound to die sooner or later, as much as I hate to say it. While she was still alive, I loved her with all my heart, but now she's somewhere else. She's in a place where she won't have to worry about her children, husband or her own sickness. Whichever it is: limbo, heaven, hell... I hope she's enjoying herself.

Shortly after her death, the house turned quiet, save for dad's loud mood swings. It was after that, that I decided to take Chara and leave. A house like that and a parent like that isn't suitable for a little kid. I refuse to let anything like that happen again. And that's our story happy now?

Good.