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Chapter 1#: Sorrow
(Gumball Cookie's POV)
I still remember it all. How she looked, what she was wearing, how happy she was to be outside on such a lovely day, I even remember what she sounded like. Her cheery, yet shy voice haunts me. "Let's go play, Gumball!" was her favorite words. She loved hanging out with me, mainly because she felt safe around me because of how confident I was about most everything. Ironic, how one of the only people she felt safe around couldn't protect her when she needed it most. I remember the old house. How it looked from the forest when we first saw it, and how confidently I had said "How about this spot? It seems perfect for a game of Hide and Seek!" and how she happily went along with my idea. I remember how unstable the old house was from the inside. How the floorboards creaked with the slightest step, how the wallpaper was chipping off, and how dusty it was, and how we ignored all of this. I remember how happily I exclaimed that I would count first, and how I could hear the creaking of the floorboards as she ran off to hide while I started to count. I remember turning around after I finished counting, and how I heard her say "I'm not done hiding! No fair!" from another room. I remember how even though I said I wouldn't, I waited a minute or two more so that she could pick a hiding spot. I remember running through the house, chasing her, as we both giggled.. and I remember hearing the creaks of the chandelier before it fell, and how fast I had ran to try to push her out the way before it fell. I remember how late I was, and the blood that splattered onto my face as it fell on her. I remember how mangled her body was afterwards, and how long I had to run to go get help. I even remember my older sister, Twizzly, telling me that everything would be alright, only to find out a day later that it wasn't. It all replays in my mind on repeat constantly.
As I remembered it all, I felt a sudden wave of fear and nausea wash over me. I ran out of the garage and straight to the bathroom, where I puked until I felt better. Even after seven years, it still makes me sick to think about it all. We were only kids when it happened. Just two foolish eight-year-olds, who just happened to stumble upon that rickety old house in the woods. I should've known better though. I shouldn't have been so dumb, so careless. I stood up, taking a deep breath before quickly brushing my teeth, then running back to the garage to finish what I was working on. I was a mechanic, and a 'good' one at that. Most everyone knew to come to me if they needed something fixed, and I could fix almost anything.. except myself, that was. I continued to work on the strange machine that my sister, Twizzly, had slammed down in front of me about an hour ago. She wanted me to fix it, even though I had absolutely no idea what it was or what I was doing. It seemed to only be damaged from the outside though, which was a good thing, considering I would've broken it even more if I tried to fix the inside of the thing. I was alone in the small rental home that me and my sister had lived in for as long as I remembered. It had only been me and her living here for as long as I could remember too. Our parents had died when I was very young from what I understand. My father died from a mysterious illness when I was two, and my mother died in childbirth. "Yet another death caused by me" I mumbled as I reached for the oil-covered rag on the table. Usually, I would test whatever machine I had fixed afterwards just to make sure it worked right, but I was hesitant this time. I wasn't sure what to expect from this strange devise honestly. For all I knew, it could be a weird gun of some kind, or some other dangerous weapon that I diffidently shouldn't be using. I set the device on the table and cleaned off my hands with the rag. I stretched a bit before walking over to the garage door and pulling it open, covering my eyes from the sudden sunlight pouring into the room. I heard a sudden shriek, and rushed to go check it out, only hoping it wasn't something serious.
(Hope you enjoyed chapter 1! I'll try to put chapter two out as soon as I can. Thanks for reading!)