Lion and a Lamb

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Morning. Looked like the sun was knocking on my window and forcing me to wake up. If you think about it, what can be more evil than mornings? That's what I thought until I met the evil in person. I slowly woke up, as if it was the weekend and not a school day. I headed to the bathroom, that's what all people do every morning…unless you're my step-sister Hikaru, the first thing she does in the morning is to climb on the balcony, stand up straight and take a deep breath of  fresh air even if it's raining cats and dogs.
 She was a very weird, but I would say a funny person. She really helped me when I was in trouble. Gave me a hope that everything is going to get better. We were very close to each other as if we were full blood sisters, not just half. She was a very clever and a sneaky girl. Happy and hyper. I loved her, my only sibling….got to look for one like her.
 When my mother died, my dad married a famous British singer, Kylie. She is a very loud woman who easily gets excited even about small things. Even though she's very talented herself. You would think something like "How could a normal man marry a famous singer" well my dad wasn't a normal man. He was and still is an owner of one of the most popular among people of all ages TV channel "TV4U". After my mother's death I only see him once or twice a year if I'm lucky, and if he has free time for me. He barely talks, if he does, you either got into some serious trouble or he wants to appreciate you which never happened to me, but happened a lot to Hikaru.
I went downstairs after I finished brushing my teeth and dressing up for school. I smelled my favorite food. Daisy, our maid and "mother" barely cooked it. Dumplings, I loved them with all my heart. Our maid Daisy was with me from the very beginning, she knew my mother and was with me since I was born. She was a very nice, but strict and loud woman who cared about our family more than anything. She had brown hair put in a bun, light brown eyes and a long maid dress reaching down to her feet. She wore black pump heels which made her 6 feet tall. She was 5 foot 6 originally, but I could never understand how can you walk in those monsters.
I already mentioned my sister Hikaru, but I didn't give you enough information about this little person. She had dark blue curly hair reaching down to her butt with the black butterfly clip behind her ear. She was very small for her age, she's only 15, but she looks to be at least 12. She's a worldwide famous singer who had released more than 20 albums since she became famous which was at a very young age. Her manager Bony, or should I say Benjamin who hated being called by his full name was a very overreacting middle-aged man who really needed a wife and a family. He was at last 30 years old, but still looked pretty young for his age. He had dark blue hair and round glasses. Stop here for a second and think….I never knew if my dad and him were related in any way, but seemed like they are. I need to talk to my dad more often…nah never going to happen.
"PINKY GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE AND EAT UNTIL YOU WILL BE LATE!"  
Forgot to mention that Daisy would always talk to me in a raised voice since I was a huge troublemaker as a kid which I still occur to be. My name is Mio, but because of my pink hair she prefers to call me Pinky.
"I'm coming!" I yelled from the stairs.
"YOU BETTER BE!"
"Jeez, Daisy calm down, I'm not even close of being late!"
"DON'T GIVE ME THE ATTITUDE!"
" I didn't even..the heck is wrong with you?"
Daisy was very concerned about my attitude, well she had a significant reason. I am an attitude giving person. It's not a good thing, but that's how I protect myself of showing my weaknesses. As a kid I appeared as a male, well from my point of view girly stuff wasn't something that I wanted to be into. I was playing sports and hanging out with boys from the neighborhood. Mio isn't my full name, but I like it better than Miohara. Which I had to call myself so the guys won't find out who I really am.  I had a lot of friends with bad influences, Daisy thought that they had a bad influence on me, but she was wrong. I was the one who caused all the trouble and fights with rivals from other neighborhoods.
 I use to go to the rich school with Hikaru, but after all the trouble I got into they moved me to the school for the minor criminals. They thought it would be my habitat and I agreed. I was the boss. I loved it there. Nobody could say a word against me or step up. I owned the school…well that's what my confident little self thought. The principal was a very nice old man who everyone adored and was nice to. He would always be nice and never raised his voice. You expect a principal for such school to be a buff, tattooed man with a criminal record, but all the expectations disappeared when you actually face this nice man.  
Honestly, I really miss those times of my domination in the school, but it all stopped when one day I faced the real fear that I've never faced before. I thought it was the end, but something happened that turned my life in the whole new story.
 

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It was a normal day, except today our gang fight was suppose to happen with the other school.
"Hey boss." one of  the gang members came up to me.
"Listening" I glanced on him and took off my cap.
"Do you know what day today is?" he looked at me with eyes full of hope.
"Oh yeah, today is the fight with Seika gang, thanks for reminding."
Then my best friend and my right hand stood up. Jiro, was the only one who knew about my secret and kept it.
"Today is his birthday."
"Oh really? That's nice to know. We will celebrate it after the fight."
His face was full of happiness as he ran out of the door. I glanced at Jiro.
"Let's go, don't force them to wait for us to arrive."
We came right in time, the rivals were standing in line in front of my group. I clenched my fists as I held my wooden bat in my left hand.
"Let's start. Faster we finish, more time to celebrate."
The fight started. There were more of the Seika gang than us, but we were still in the winning position. The sun was going down and it was getting really dark. We were almost done, and as I was fighting I was looking around to see how everyone was doing, but I couldn't find one person, Jiro. I thought he went somewhere farther from us to deal with the Seika gang member, but I couldn't even hear his voice which made me worried.
Everything was good until I heard the sirens, cops were here. My eyes widened.
"QUICK!EVERYONE WE'RE GOING BACK!" I yelled as a jumped over the fence.
I wish I didn't. I heard a shot, bright light got right into my eyes and loud sirens were echoing in my ears. I saw the picture that I still see in my worst nightmares. Jiro was laying on the ground with his eyes wide and blood all around him. The cops shot him. I yelled and my eyes were filling up with tears. I ran up to him, but it was too late. He was already dead. I took his body and ran to the Sakura park where my mom's grave was. Unluckily it started raining. I somehow put him on the wet grave set down and started crying. I did the most horrible thing I could ever done, because of my irresponsibility my best friend died.

I didn't pay attention to anything at all. The only things I could here were my sobbing and the sound of rain hitting against the rock grave. Here was my mistake, I lost my vigilance and it cost me my life.  I didn't hear the footsteps that were approaching me from behind. I will never forget those footsteps, the footsteps of the person who made me maybe the dirtiest person on the planet.
Suddenly, I felt a grip that was holding my waist and putting me somewhere. I couldn't realize what was happening. I was trying to get out of the grip, but everything was useless. The person was holding me too tight. I started yelling for help but I got knocked out with something heavy that hit my head.
I woke up because I was cold, I was lying on the cold, cement floor, blindfolded and my mouth closed. I felt that someone was coming closer to me and taking of the cloth on my eyes. There, I saw the person that took my away from the grave and brought to the darkness. The place looked like haunted apartments, the walls were gray with a lot of cracks in them and water dripping from the ceiling. Rats and cockroaches were crawling around almost everywhere. It was really cold and dirty, the smell was so horrible that it was hurting not only my eyes, but the eyes too. My eyes were wide enough and I was shaking. I've never experienced such fear as I did now.
I was so scared that I wasn't even brave enough to start crying. I could barely breath and even move, the only thing I could do is stare at the man and shake. The guy who kidnapped me looked younger than I thought he would. His hot breath was burning my face and neck. He smelled like alcohol. He was drunk like crazy. I could smell his alcohol breath from a mile away. His eyes were shining with evil, blood red eyes. He looked like he would rip me apart like a little lamb which got stuck in the corner and he would be the lion who would rip me apart and leave nothing, but bones. He looked like a predator, and I was the prey. He smirked and took my chin then started looking at my body.
"Well, well, well. I thought I kidnapped a boy, but you're a young lady, I see." He smirked one more time and gave me a gaze.
I couldn't say anything at all. I was stiff, I was thinking what he's going to do next. Kill? Exchange for money? Or the most scariest thing that I could imagine…rape. I was praying for the exchanging or killing. Anything, but rape. I was about to make a little squeak, but then I bit my tongue which made me drop a little tear.
"Woah! Why are you crying, little princess?" his nasty tone asked with sarcasm. "Don't worry, I won't do anything bad to you, I will just satisfy my wills."
Satisfy his wills? Exactly what I was afraid of.
That person was a monster. The worse human being I've ever met in my life. I wasn't even sure if he was even a human being, I thought he might be an evil demon sent on Earth in search for victims to "satisfy his wills." I hated everything so much, I wanted it to end.
I looked worse than the anorexic person. I got no food, no drink or no good rest whatsoever. I was beaten up every day for his own entertainment. He for sure had mental issues, I was so sure about that and I still am sure, hundred percent. I can never forget all what he had done to me. I could never imagine how my life will be if I escape this dead end, if I did I would've been scarred for life and sit in the therapist room every single day.
 That's what I was thinking back then. But I still have no idea, who helped me escape or..I honestly don't remember a single thing what happened after one day the kidnapper returned home drunk.
He slammed the door open and threw an almost empty wine bottle to me saying "Drink something and sit straight."
I never drank alcohol and I never would have if I wasn't so thirsty and exhausted. I took a small sip and coughed so hard because that pungent smell of cheap wine burned my nostrils and threw my throat on fire like I was about to burn. My dad never bought cheap wine in his whole life, I knew what it's like. My dad was a big fan of fancy alcohol drinks so I learned from him, but never have and never will drink alcohol.
I carefully put the bottle on the cement floor, but he didn't let me do it in peace. He took the bottle and broke it on my head, the sound of broken glass filled the room and I had that really irritating echo of it in my ears. Little blood drops were coming down my bruised cheeks and forehead, so yellow and blue out of the beat ups and harassing. I looked worse than the hungry homeless kids on the streets, I wish I was with them right now. At least they have each other or see the sunlight. I wanted to be anywhere except this filthy place.
My whole body was bruised and all covered in dry blood. Cockroaches and rats were crawling around and biting me, I didn't really care already. I just wanted to die! I wanted to see mom and little brother in the heavens. I don't know how did I closed my eyes forever, either of the most dangerous disease or of being ill and exhausted.
The room didn't have much items in it, to be more specific it had nothing, except a broken table, a dirty sheet and a blanket and a little TV. It only had one channel, news. I saw how the police was looking for me, the whole city was in shock. I saw the tears of the precious for me people. The only one person who didn't cry was, my dad. They interviewed him on the TV and asked him questions what he's going to do with this. They hoped for him to say "Save in any way possible." Instead, he said nothing. Not a single word.
He said nothing, just groomed his mustache and left with no word spoken. Everyone was in shock. So many rumors were spread across the whole country. He was nominated in the league of "The Worst Dads Ever" I didn't even know such nomination exists. For me it was okay to hear that. I expected such behavior from him. After mom died, he never smiled. NEVER. No one ever saw him smiling or even talking. People can think anything about him, I don't care. He's my dad no matter how cruel and heartless he is. I still hope that deep down inside he still cares about me and mom.
It was my limit. I was laying on the cold floor barely breathing. I sensed the cold wind, the wind of death was coming to drag me into the grave. I was waiting for it. The whole month I was hoping for this wind to come and get me. The whole month I was feeling all the pain that the kidnapper made me feel. I was quiet, laying on the floor. Alone. The only one who was with me at the time of my death was a cat. Yes a cat. That cat was the only creature that came to me and let me pet itself. It was so warm, the fur was so smooth. That cat was so graceful and beautiful. You might think I'm crazy, but from time to time I thought that a gorgeous man was sitting on the porch of the window. His hair would fly to the wind and his shining gray eyes would look at me. Once I look away for a second, he's gone.
 I blamed my exhaustion and illness on all those illusions. I thought I started seeing things. I probably did. But the fact that it was my imagination is not proved yet.
I was laying on the cold floor. Slowly closing my bleeding eyes. I could barely see anything, I heard the sirens, again. The bright lights of the police flashlights. They broke the door…but it was too late…
Suddenly I still feels something, but not police. Some strong hands picked me up in the air and carefully carried out. I felt the warmth of the body of that person. He jumped out of the window and the last thing I felt before I closed my eyes forever was…a kiss. A light kiss that ended my boring and trouble life. My first and last kiss. It was amazing. I was trying to open my eyes at least a little to look at my savior. He was gorgeous…same shining gray eyes looked at me so smooth that I changed my mind about leaving this filthy world, but the life ended on the most interesting part.





I had a weird, but amazing dream. Looked like I died, it felt like I died…but did I really died? That was the question I first asked myself once I woke up under the tree I "died" or just fell asleep. The park was a weird, but a beautiful place where Sakura trees were always glowing with the pretty light pink color. No matter what season it was, summer, winter, spring or fall. Sakura trees always bloomed. It was one of my biggest questions. How is it always so summer warm in there? Why the river that flows in there never gets covered with ice? Why do the trees are always covered in petals?
 I woke up when a fresh wind blew on my hair and made a little, cute whistle in my ears. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, I felt my forehead and I was so warm and everything felt so great. I had no idea what was going on. I looked at myself and realized that I look more, I don't know bigger? My hair was enough to fall in the middle of my back. I looked like I woman. For sure. Well I am one, but I remember once I fell asleep my hair were short, and I completely looked like I didn't even hit puberty.
I slowly stood up and looked around, I felt hunger. My stomach was growling like a bear, I don't know for how long I didn't have food in my mouth. No idea whatsoever. I looked around and heard the wind blowing on the petals and they were making a quiet rustle. The river was going down the little hill in the park, and it was so peaceful here, peaceful as usual.
I looked around for a couple more minutes and headed home. I was thinking did anyone even noticed that I'm gone? Well I will find that out once I come home. I quietly entered my house, nothing really changed since I was here.
"You finally came back." quietly, with a calm smile said Daisy once I opened the door.
" For…for how long have you been..well actually for how long was I gone?" I asked shivering a little.
"For a year and one month."
My eyes were gone in shock. I was standing stiff on my spot, I couldn't even move. I thought she was just pulling  prank on me, but she seemed pretty serious.
"Is that some kind of joke?"
"I can prove that you were gone for the whole year, you died."  she said in a such a calm tone, I was surprised.
" But…that's nearly impossible! How could I possibly die and come back to life?!"
"Well, remember the tales about Heavenly Warriors I told you when you were little?"
I nodded, I was waiting for her to answer. I was so excited and frustrated at the same time so I was just standing stiff on the place.
"Those aren't even tales, they're true. You noticed that when you were still at a young age you had an incredible physical strength? Well now it's working completely."
I was so in shock I couldn't move or possibly even talk. I did notice that I was physically stronger than other kids, but I thought that they were just too weak and I was the normal one. No, I am the weird one and I always was…..
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