One Last Week

This is the story of a girl named Kana. She thinks that her life is meaningless, and this is the story of her last week in Division Seven.

This is the last time, I think to myself. The last time anyone will see me. These are my thoughts as I walk to chariot slowly. The end of the school year was today, and I am so sick of life that I am going to just get rid of myself.

My name is Kana Nightlock, and I am the daughter of Mya and Joh Nightlock, the leaders of Division Seven and the King and Queen of our lands. My life is nothing but pain to others, who don't understand why I keep seeing things that are not my life. I have short term memory loss, the result of falling off the roof of our house. Or so I'm told, anyways.

I climb up into my chariot, wanting to get home. But there's this kid in my driver's way. With a sigh, I sit back and wait for him to move, but he doesn't. The horses are getting impatient, and I know how my mother is about me being late. So I get down and move the kid myself, with a kick to the back. He moves pretty quickly after that, and I happily get back in the chariot to go home.

My happiness is short-lived, however. The dusty sands of Egypt seem welcoming to what is waiting for me at home. Mother is nowhere to be seen, but Father is furious. He is holding one of the scrolls of paper I use as a diary, and I know which one he has as soon as I see it. The entry telling where I was going to kill myself.

"Kana Nightlock! This is unacceptable! You have no reason to be saying things like this! I have half a mind to-" He cuts off as I push past him and head to my part of the house where he knows he can't follow me.

I feel like time stops right then. I feel it as a blade pierces my heart, but when I look down, it's not actually mine. Mother's scream snaps me out of my hole, and I run back toward where the scream came from. I hit the room where I left Father and see him on the floor, Mother's gown getting soaked in his blood as she tries to heal him. I know it's too late, though, as Father reaches weakly for me. I collapse on his other side, and his hand takes hold of mine. "Kana, my daughter... I'm so sorry I didn't show my love for you better... My baby girl... You are the Lone Princess of legend..." he murmurs in Egyptian. I start to ask him what he means, but right then his hand goes limp in mine and Mother starts to sob. I know he is gone, but it feels unreal...

I slowly uncurl my fingers from his and aset his hand on his chest. With a word of peace, I slowly stand up and go over to Mother, passing a mirror on the way. I look in the mirror, and see that my clothes are as bad as Mother's, soaked in the dark blood of Father. I cross over and sit beside her, putting my arms on her shoulders the way she always did to me when I was a younger child.

Reviews

[Rose Jaeger Kaneki]

very interesting story, love it