Author's Note: First story on fictionpress that I'm actually planning on writing more of...We'll see how it goes, yeah?
Like No Other
"Look at me," someone whispered in the dark room. "Dakota, look at me."
The young girl shook her head, her tears visible through the faint glow of the moon. "Why, mommy?"
Her mother, Misty, wiped at her daughter's tears. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry."
Dakota broke into loud sobs, curling into her mother's embrace. It wasn't fair to either of them. It wasn't fair to anybody, really. Truthfully, it was like the universe's way of telling you that you don't deserve happiness. And what better way to get a point across than taking something so important away?
"I'm sorry," Misty cried. She said it over and over again, trying to convince herself she was going to be okay. But she couldn't, because she knew she wouldn't.
Those two words, the same ones that used to be sincere and meaningful, were practically thrown around so quickly that it became habit, and never honesty.
"You broke my vase!"
"Don't backtalk me!"
"You've gotten four F's."
It was a lie. After the incident, it was like they became robots. No emotion, no sincerity. There was nothing you could do to make these two broken people feel again.
That was years ago, of course. Dakota learned to stop breaking down whenever she saw a little girl playing with her father. She learned to go to school without crying on Father's Day.
She gets straight A's, never acts out, only speaks when she's spoken to, and along the way, she actually got some friends.
But just like it had done all those years ago, the universe just had to steal all forms of happiness that she could get.
Author's Note: Just a prologue, so don't get your panties in a bunch. ;) Review?