Beyond The Past

Beyond The Past

Chapter 8 – The Most Hurtable Memory, For A Weskerfield Daughter

A/N: I dont own Resident Evil. I own Kira. May contains slight violence, and curse words.

As the way half passed, I've still layed my head on Claire's shoulder. I watched the tree's passing by, passing by the life. I tried not to think at anything else, but oh god, the most hurtable memory crossed my mind, again and again. I felt some tears in my eyes, but I tried not to lose control. Lose everything. And make myself a dumb idiot.

„Kira, sweetheart, are you alright?" Claire asked, turning her head, to look into my eyes.

I've noticed, she've stopped the motor. If she wouldn't did this, I would worry her to death, because I'm wearing her helmet. And this isn't really that good. I sighed, as I looked into her eyes. I were already in pain, for remembering the only memory I have left. Thank to the Red Queen. She maked me remember to this damn thing!

„The Red Queen told me this shit, and I can't keep, but remember to that night" I sighed, as I hited my leg with my arm. I couldn't keep my anger in me. I had to hit myself. „I don't wanna remember"

„I don't know the 'how it happenned' or 'how it ended'. The only thing I remember is you, running to me as a child, and screaming. I thought you saw a ghost. I let you to my room, then I went to see what the heck is going on, then I saw my brother in the most unexpected vision. He fought with the love of his own life. And it hurted me, as hell. And this is something I got from that night"

A little scar on her neck appeared. I didn't noticed it before. It was almost gone, to her skintone. As her fingers touched her neck, she felt bad. She moved her fingers to my face, trying to cover my tears. I tried to smile, but the feeling of my tears, and the pain maked it worster. I just don't want to remember. Don't want to feel this pain, anymore.

„If you like to know the story from my eyes… I can tell… If you accept me crying" I sighed.

„Kira, the last thing I wanna see is you crying. But I know if I don't let yourself out now, then you're going to be mad, even after I taked you home, to me. Back to the place where it all started, at your parents home" She held my face. Making me look into her eyes, straight. I tried not to let any tear droll. I sighed, again, then I tried to get my mind together.

1999. 10. 27. – Raccoon City

I got my aunt Alex's tshirt on me, as a sleeping one. I was in my bed. She was infront of me, trying to keep me away from the worst thing what could ever be imaged. A fight beetwhen the parents.

I didn't heard a thing. I The first thing I heard, was something, what have breaked. Maybe some glass, or whatever. Or maybe, it was a push… I just couldn't get it straight, that my parents are fighting.

Maybe I've cryied. Maybe not. But I know. I was afraid. Scared. And everything of the feeling called fear.

„Everything will be alright" Alex said. „As I know your father, he can't live without him. You don't need to worry. They will make it alright. A simply misunderstanding is easy to understand" She smiled at me. I tried to smile at her, but I couldn't. I was scared. Really scared. I held my pillow.

„I just don't want my family to tear apart…" I whispered.

„Don't worry. It won't" She smiled at me, again.

A hour later

It didn't eneded.

My parents still had something, what maked them shout, to eachother. I couldn't hear those words clear, but I didn't wanted to listen. I just sat in my bed. Tried not to hear those words. Sentences. Hurted them, really, really, bad…

I pulled the sheet off from me, and got off from my bed. I grabbed my pillow, then I walked out of my room. I just hoped aunt Alex aren't going to notice me going and finding something out by myself…

I stood before the door.

I was scared to hell. I felt my heart pounding in my throat. I couldn't even breath. I was shaking. I could run away, or even start crying. But I tried to keep everything in me.

This is going to be nothing, but a quick look, and I'm running back to my room.

I taked some steps left to the door, then tried to open it with one of my hands, for a little. They didn't noticed how the door let the darkness into more darkness. As I looked at the darkness, what could eat me alive, I tooked a final breath, then pulled my hands back, everything back, not to see, or be visible, just looked in.

I don't wish this, for any kid, teen to see.

I don't wish this, for anyone, who's having her parents in a bad fight, or even divorcing.

I saw my father lying on the ground, as he stood up and gotten up back, and punched into my other father's face. As he hitted the wall, he pushed himself to him, and continued hitting him. Punching. Pushing. Hitting. Blood. And more blood…

I stood shock infront of the happennings. I felt tears running down. I turned around, and runned all way through the hallway, until I heard something:

„Uh, is anybody home?" I heard aunt Claire from downstairs. I throwed my pillow away, and runned down fast as I could. As she saw me, and my face, she thought something bad is going on.

„Please auntie, stay with me…" I whispered, as she held me up, hugging close. She tried to hush me, or something, but it didn't worked out well. She held me, still, as she walked upstairs. We went to her room, then she puted me down to her bed.

„I'm going to see what are my brother is doing, please, stay. I don't want you to see anything more" Claire closed the door, and I could hear her steps are running.

As I started at some of her photographs, from her previous life, I heard a scream.

My blood freezed down, and I fell down to her bed. I just started, and, it completly went blind.

The last thing I remember, Claire hugging me close, and keep telling me, not to worry. Everything will be alright, because we're together, and it's nothing.

This is a bigger lie than forever.