"Shut the fuck up!"

Lele heard a slap from the other room, "Don't you dare ever say anything like that to me!" Lele's mom, sister and dad were all fighting again. All just because of some stupid concert where there were no good bands playing anyways.

Lele piled up her schoolbooks and drawings, and quickly but silently walked down the hall, past her bedroom and locked herself in the bathroom.

Just as the lock clicked into place, Lele heard her dad smash his fist into a wall…again. She bit her lip and began crying, making sure to keep herself silent and not cause any more trouble than there already was. As she heard more things crashing, breaking and getting thrown around, she looked up on the counter and saw the scissors she had trimmed her hair with earlier.

A morbid thought that had been tugging at the back of Lele's mind sprung forward as she stood up and took the scissors into her hands. She placed the cold metal on her arm, but stopped on one last thought I don't want to leave a mess for them to clean… A shout and the sound of cracking knuckles against a broken wall shattered her thought as she non-hesitantly pulled the pair of scissors from her arm and jabbed them through the bathroom's screen window and pulling them down and across.

The hole was just big enough for her to climb through. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should get her phone and change out of her skirt before leaving. Or if she should at least leave a note on top of one of her schoolbooks. Again, her decision changed quickly when there was more noise from the other side of what was the closest thing to being her sanctuary.

Lele leapt out the screen, tears still falling down her face and still biting her lip so that the neighbors would neither hear, nor see her. The steel window frame scraped against her arms, legs, back and face as she slid down onto a wooden board on its side. The pressure from stubs of rhubarb left red indentations on her bare feet, but Lele didn't notice any of these, all she cared about was getting as far away as she could.

Instinctively staying low, she dashed across her backyard, ignoring the rose bushes, pine needles and rocks spread across the ground. She ran to her back gate and began to quietly undo the latch. Before she could open the gate any further, the roar of her dad's Mitsubishi filled the night air. Once the headlights passed her house, Lele ran across her lawn, through the empty street and didn't stop until she got to a quiet park several blocks away.

Once there, she stopped running, her legs tired and numb from being punctured by numerous things on the sidewalks and streets. She let go of her now bleeding lip and began to sob as she collapsed beneath a silvery tree where it's branches would've hid her even in the day. Though her tears were still constant, her bursting sobs receded to a rhythmic beat. Through the tree's branches, she saw headlights of a Mitsubishi and curled up to the tree's trunk and fell into a light daze.

After only a few minutes, her light daze began to fall into a sleep that would grow deeper and deeper as her heart rate lowered her sobbing stopped and her tears were only a trickle leaving black mascara stains across her face. As her breathing slowed dramatically, she could see her breath in the frigid air.

For what seemed like hours, Lele watched her puffs of breath appear in soft white clouds, only to disappear again as she exhaled another burst of air. Right as she was about to drift off into either death or sleep, a bright light flashed and she felt herself pulled under into a whirl of darkness and memories. Glimpses of moments and people in her life that she had long forgotten flashed through her mind like a speeding slideshow. Am I dying? Or am I already dead? The obvious question floated through her head as she continued to fall into her own oblivion.

The last scene from her memory to flash through her head was a blonde haired and blue eyed boy only a year older than her turning to her and saying, "Don't worry, you'll find me. I promise."

Her light brown eyes flared wide open as she realized something that couldn't make her dead, That's not my memory.

Squee! A story I'm actually willing to write and post! Sorry there wasn't much dialogue or anything, there's just no one for her to talk to yet or diddly. Oh and sorry about the profanity, the characters are…eh…we'll just say they're more realistic than they should be. Anywho! FYI, Lele meets Riku in the next one and for all you non-hawaiianers, Lelehuna means Island rain in Hawaiian. But that'd be a pain in the arse to write all the time, so I'm sticking to just Lele for now, no idea if I might change it later on. Oh! And for the title, its my lame-o excuse for an even lamer pun. (Riku's Way to Dawn, Memory of the Dawn? Get it? Get it:D ….Okay, stupid moment over. Don't ask why I threw "memory" in there instead of something else either, just pretend its irrelevant, k?)