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((Okay, so here's the deal, I found this song, 'Who I An Hates Who I've Been' by Relient K, and the song fits Anna so perfectly. I'm serious. Better than a glove. Look up Anna in the dictionary, it will refer you to this song. It's like they wrote it for her! Ranting besides, I listened to it and immediately thought or Anna and her little scene of visiting her old home and I kind of wanted to redo it, while listening to it. I was reading the last little bit, where she was apologizing and listening to the song at the same time, and the tone and voice was a perfect match- flawless. Which just made me want to rewrite it even more! I'm ranting again, huh? So all this is just suppose to explain why I'm writing this... again. And I'm dead serious, you should listen to this song and then you'll have a perfect idea of Anna. Acoustic version, the tone matches her unlike the... non... acoustic... version?))

Anna walked down the long, winding, dirt road, eyes cast to the ground. A breeze stirred her hair playfully and Anna faced it solemnly. The ocean was no where near here, but yet it was close enough that the breeze was tainted with salt that tried to gently kiss refreshing relief on Anna's cold and pale skin. It finally died, giving up. Anna looked over the beautiful, lush land. It was hard to imagine with all this flat, green, farm land that just across the sea their was think and dense jungle with Tarzan flying throw the air on vine with his love, Jane. She finally left the barren road and stepped onto the think grass that the sun brightly lit. Another breeze came and stirred the pitch black ash that circled Anna, taunting her. It silently surprised her, that after all these years, there was still ash. In fact, with the scorched earth now healed, the ash and the abandon campfire ring was the only way you could tell there was once life here. It would have been hard, for others, to tell where everything once was, but not for Anna. She could see it was if it was still there, maybe not so strong, or proud, but still standing of it's own. She sat down where the porch once was. She could see it, with it's broken steps, creaking wood and dirty white door that always let a draft in during the winter. And it's rocking chairs. Two of them. One looked gently and fragile and beautiful, a white that was wearing away. The other looked stronger, but yet still gentle, the wood left unpainted and starting to splinter. They would go out and sit in them, on clear, starry nights when the all the children had finally gone to sleep, and just talk. They would talk of the most ordinary, commonplace, wonderful things, and Anna would sneak down and listen to it, she remembered them having the most beautiful conversations. She looked up at what others would have thought was the sky, but in truth it was the two-story farm house, all beat up by time. The pealing white shutters, that would never close and always looked as if they were just seconds away from falling away, and it's once light blue paint, that time had decided should be gray and cracked and how Anna would listen to her dream about one day, painting it teal. All the windows and some kind of crack in them, some of them refused to open, others could never be closed and not one kept the breeze or cold out. The roof was splintering wood, in dire need of repair and that always leaked when it rained. It was true, the house could easily be considered a fixer upper, but there was a certain magic about it, and Anna was sure the world still mourned it's death. "It's been awhile," she told the salty breeze. "Eighteen years. You guys would all gush at how much I've grown. Saying how tall and beautiful I am, even if it's not true, and going on about how it seemed like just yesterday I was little Anna who was always looking for some kind of trouble. I've liked to say to say I've mellowed out since then, but that's not exactly true, and lately..." She cast her eyes down at the ground and shook her head before looking back up. I think you guys would have liked who I've become, or at least who I'm trying to become. I try to be kind, although I can't exactly guarantee it, I always try to do what's right, and to consider others, and I'm self-reliant." Anna laughed. "But I don't like me being self-reliant was ever in question. I've made a decent enough life for myself, though it's probably all going to be turned upside down now. I live- lived in Radiant Gardens. Can you believe it? Me, a little farm girl, living in such a place as Radiant Gardens? I remember how you would gush living in such a place, Angelica. Oh yes, I still remember. You guys would have liked it there, but just to visit, yes visit Ang. Let's be honest, none of you could ever leave here. You loved it too much." She giggled. "I could just see it now! All of you grown and with families, all cramped into this little farm house, helping raise each other children and taking care of the farm. I did love this place, but never quite that much. Close though, close. I wish it was closer. But now I have more own place like that. When I lived in Radiant Gardens, I got a job as an assistant to a wizard, Merlin. Ancient, queer guy. He was suppose to look after me, but in truth, I think I did most of the looking after. Probably would have blown up Radiant Gardens by now if I wasn't there. He gave me a room and kept me safe, and I cooked and cleaned and did all sorts of tasks for him." Anna gave a loud laugh. "I bet you're all amazed! Me! Cooking! Don't get too excited, I'm still horrible. Looking back, I'm surprised you guys let me even come even close to the cooking lesson. I remember you always saying that I better marry a cook or have an extremely lucky family, or else they would all die of starvation or food poisoning." She smirked. "That's still true. Though I've only made Merlin seriously sick twice! Maybe a third... but he survived! Oh how I love that place. It's my own little farm house to love. It became my home over these four years. One of the toughest things I've ever had to do is leave it. But I couldn't let it, or the people their I'm so privileged to call friends, suffer for my decisions." She looked down at her thumbs that were fumbling around each like a guilty child would do. "I- I'm sorry for those decisions," she choked out. "You guys would have never, for one single second, approved it. You would have rather ruin my life and happiness by running off with a piece of worthless scum. There isn't a single moment I wish I could take it back. They try to tell me to not make regrets but they- they don't-" She shook her head as tears began to quickly gather at the side of eyes. "I've met someone. You're all buzzing, right? Calm down. His names Hotaru. When I'm with him, it feels like I'm back here, before that horrid night ever happened. I feel safe, and happy, and carefree and everything seems so... simple. It's like I'm back here, laughing with you guys once more. But lately... Hotaru is the son of the heads of the Heartless. But he's nothing like them! I swear! But he has their power... Normally I wouldn't care, but when he uses it... It's like he becomes another person... Things have been rocky for us lately. He want's to kill his family. I know the end of the Heartless isn't a bad thing but... I don't think he cares how he does it or- or who he hurts along the way... He doesn't understand." Tears began to escape and stain her fair checks. "I'm a murderer," she just admitted. "I've killed so many people, destroyed so many lives, caused so much pain. There isn't a single second, day or night, that I don't wish I could take it all back. I love who I'm trying to be and those I'm so incredibly lucky to call friends, but I would trade it all in less than a heart beat to have just that decision back. I don't care what happened before, I just want that one moment back. They would probably go on and on about how the couldn't live without me, but it's all just lies. They would completely normal lives wether they knew me or not, it would make a shred of difference. I know, for a fact, that without them, I wouldn't be whole, but I don't care. I would rather just be incomplete than to live with this knowledge. There's so much pain I've caused, it's not worth it, any of it. It doesn't matter if the same amount of pain existed without my help, just to know that I didn't cause, no one can ever know how much that would mean. I would do almost anything to have that. Every single, stupid day I have to live knowing how many lives I've ruined, how much pain and hurt I've caused. How many families I've destroyed." Her last sentence was just a whisper. "There's nothing that I could ever receive that would be worth, nothing in any of the worlds. That's all I want him to understand. That it doesn't matter what the prize is, the hurt and pain will never be worth, not in a million years. Absolutely nothing." She shook her head as the tears began to freely flow. "I miss you guys so very, very much. You can't even begin to imagine how much. Whoever said time heals all wounds is a disgusting liar and the biggest idiot any world has ever seen. It doesn't matter how much goes by, it never gets any better, this pain of not having you where, with me, it just gets worse. But I would never, ever, have it any other way, because I know it's because I still love you guys so very, very much. And I hope, pray, that it will never go away." Anna's tears finally broke into a sob, into complete freedom. "I'm so incredibly sorry. I loved you so very, very much, I really did. Even with all my teasing and jokes and pranks, you guys were the greatest thing I could possibly have. You were everything to me, and yet I made you my first victims. Mommy, daddy, brother, sister." She looked up at the sky as if pleading desperately for them to forgive her. Her tears became less dense and she tried wipe them away. "You guys deserved a better little sister. A better daughter."

((Ta-da! Revamped. Something things are added, I don't think anything is taken away, and other are revamped. I don't know how long I've been dying to reveal what exactly happened that night, when she first lost everything, but so far the moment still hasn't arrived. I've managed to satisfy the desire but leaving clues and hint, but I just can't wait until I can tell the actual account. And yes that is suppose to be a hint. Have I made it obvious enough yet?))

I've been thinking about story's lately. That's a lie, I haven't been thinking about them lately, I've been thinking about them ever since I was able to think. But lately, it's gotten worse, a lot worse. I think about how I like them. Love them. Adore them, actually, with all my heart and soul. Movies, books, oral, I love it all, I consume them. And all types of story's, fairy tales, fantasy, science fiction, romance, non fiction, fiction, all of them, I just love stories in general. I don't exactly know why I love stories, probably because they reveal so much of human nature. After all, the only thing I love more than stories are people. And even when they weren't even humans in the stories, only animals, or creatures, or maybe it only has trees, it still exposes human nature, all its ups and downs, to the world. Probably because humans wrote them. Sometimes it's hard to consider authors as human. How could something so perfect be written by anything else than a perfect machine. But probably the reason why they are so beautiful is because they're not perfect machines, just flawed humans, writing flawed works about flawed people, who are trying their best to be good and decent, or they're trying to be happy, just plain happy. And isn't happiness the most beautiful thing of all? The thing we are all after? We often stumble after, many take the wrongs roads, and think of the wrong way to get it. But they fact that we all trying so hard just to be happy, for us, for the ones we care about, the the ones we love. Isn't that beautiful? This is what stories are made of. Maybe that's why I love them so much, because stories tell of people who are just trying to be happy.