September 29th, 2005
Crocus, Fiore

Before everything happened, my mother used to tell me bedtime stories so that I could sleep at night.

Those stories were about princesses who rescued the princes from danger. I loved the fact that girls could be so fearless and strong for the ones they want to protect. I admired that.

Yeah... Those stories were always my favorite.

Since I was so small and much shorter than all the other kids my age, I felt like I could never do things like fight dragons or save kingdoms like the girls in the books.

But, my mother...

She always told me the shorter, the better.

Because, guess what?

She was pretty short too.

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I was little when it happened.

I barely started grade school.

I was only six.

From what I can recall, I had a special show-and-tell day at school and I was really excited about it. there were these large men, three of them, who said that they worked for my parents. At the time, I wasn't surprised. My parents are somewhat rich and famous known writers and all kinds of people work for them.

One day, I wanted to live up to their legacy as a writer too.

That was the plan I wanted to follow. Even at a young age, I knew that this is what I truly wanted.

At the end of school, the men came and took me from the front gate. I cried from them grabbing me too harshly. I was suddenly thrown into a black van and all I could do was hold onto the stuffed blue rabbit that I had brought for show-and-tell.

Since I was a child, I didn't know any better so, I thought that they were playing a game to scare me.

I didn't like the game they were playing.

Especially when they pulled out the knife.

It turns out that they wanted my parent's money so, they decided to hold me for ransom.

My memory was foggy at this point. I was going in and out of consciousness from losing so much blood. I could barely keep the grip on my blue rabbit, who was slowly turning purple from the red puddle he was in.

The only thing I could remember before waking up in the hospital was a shout.

And a gunshot.

And that was the end. They left me to die.