Chapter 1. (The beginning)
The sky was covered in grey clouds as rain rained down upon the earth quenching the thirst of the spider lilies that lay at my feet. The cold air surrounded me in cold, wetting my dark black dress and parasol. The water dripping down from my hair and into my eyes diluting my tears in rainwater as I looked over her coffin surrounded in gravestones. I watched as the dirt began to pile up covering the coffin where my dear sister slept. Ever since then I can still recall that day painted in the rain and sorrow, a dagger cutting deep into my heart breaking the stitched scars sown in my heart once holding me together by the pain I've felt through my life the stitches now broken and torn as the seamstress desperately sew with the last of her threads. All of this is the thoughts of my heart contrary to the words I speak. These words sometimes say the exact opposite that they are supposed to say. Or contradict me in odd ways and yet this is not the only voice that resides in me. I often pondered this to myself wondering, thinking what separates these thoughts and my words. Or still a thought but for different than thought. But every single time I think about this the more confused in myself I get "how can I think something I don't even understand myself". I thought while lying on my bed my head tilted to the ceiling doing my best to stir my focus away from that rainy day where the spider lilies highlighted the ground.
I lay there on my bed deep in thought the soft cushions and blanket comforted me as the day slowly began I lazily got ready and headed to the kitchen for breakfast just before leaving the room I turn back looking at a small picture on my nightstand. The picture has me and my little sister, Sakura. In the picture, the two girls appear younger both smiling behind them lays a lake beside a single cherry blossom tree its petals gently floated to the lake as it reflected the waters warm blue hue blending into the blue sky. I was then overcome by a strong longing to see my sister again that a forced tear slipped from under my eye which was quickly wiped away as I headed toward the Kitchen after I quickly finished a bowl of cereal I then began to head for the door slipping on a coat and opening the door. And when I opened it I was met with the sweet scent of the crisp morning air and the sound of footsteps on the pavement when I took my first step out of the door.
