FHW- An Ingulfing Past
My name. You probably want to know it, huh? Well, it’s Yuki. Yuki meaning snow in Japanese. Funny how I’m English, yet I’d get a name like that. Probably to match my abnormally white hair. I believe it was my mother who chose it. She passed away, when I was seven. It was an unknown illness. The doctors called it the Yuki case, named after me, since no one knew my mothers first name. All my relations passed away on that same day. How odd. After eight years of research. They gave up. People forgot about us. When I found out they’d given up, it made me really angry. So I ran. I ran from the foster home. As far away as I could. I managed to steal a good amount of money from the foster house, but I couldn’t live on that. I had to resort to stealing. I’d had enough.
That was around the time when I indulged myself. I climbed down the dark pit into reading about mythology. Angels. Being said to come from heaven. God’s envoys. When my mother died, it was an angel I saw. I’m sure of it. With its holy light brightening my world, as it carried her spirit to heaven. A single feather. That’s what it dropped. Into my palm. The second that happened, I wanted to be one of them, y’know. An angel. With large spread wings. I would cross over to the other world. The gateway between reality and fiction; I’d enter it. Maybe then, I could meet my long lost mother. And ask her questions. Like what happened eight years ago and what’s her first name. But most of all, what’s this mysterious mark on my back?
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