Its been eight years since Aira hid in that closet trembling in fear... Her mother passed away a month after the incident leaving Aira to live with her grandparents... Sadly Aira's grandparents weren't the same after her mother passed away... Her mother was like a precious pearl to them; their treasures... They broke down after her death leaving little Aira to stand alone.
They took her in, they gave her food, and clothes, and basically everything she could ever need but a child is never the same after losing someone so dear to them... Aira was placed in a strict environment taking difficult classes and became very cultured, yet never was she praised by them... Making her very strong and independent yet cold and unfeeling... Her mother's death didn't just affect her grandparents... It affected her so much even if she would never tell anyone... Because she never felt like anyone could truly understand...
She still remembers watching her mother's corpse being placed into the ground next to her deceased father... How her heart boiled with rage yet all she could do was cry helplessly...
Later she learnt her mother had been sick for quiet a while; which is why her father took her in... Her father was already married when she was born, it was an accidental pregnancy. Learning that her mother had a serious illness, that could take her life at any moment, he agreed to take his daughter in. This lead to alot of anger and resentment, when his wife learnt about this daughter who came out of no where... The fights made his wife unstable and she snapped one day...
They already had many issues before Aria showed up. This was just what pushed her over the edge... During investigation of the case they learnt that she had many psychological issues. Which could have played a factor into why she killed her husband. In a way she was always just a ticking time bomb... Ready to explode just needing a fuse... and sadly Aria's, existence and arrival, ignited the growing anger and resentment.
The memories of these events always haunts the poor girl even after many years of therapy. Over and over again she hears the same dam thing...
'Your not alone' one figure exclaims in the distance. 'Dont be afraid! It's not your fault...' Another one follows behind patting the small child shoulder. 'I'm here if you need to talk to someone.' One would say hugging the small child. 'Everyone wants to protect you!!!' another says with a brilliant smile and empty eyes...
'All of them are liars... They all just want to get closer to grandma and grandpa... I can see it in their eyes; full of greed...' The small girl, holding a teddy bear, thinks as she looks up at the several looming figures spouting empty trash. The girl was Aria as she held the last gift her mother gave her on her death bed.
The bear was the perfect size to be held in ones arms. With buttons sown on by her mother and a large red ribbon around its neck. This was Arias treasure and something she always held after her mother's death. She felt that if she talked to it her mother could hear her sometimes... The loneliness that she felt in her bleak world was slightly lifted when she gazed at that stuffed animal. The bear was named Angel after her mother. She was always imagining her mother as a happy angel. It was the only way she could stop crying after hers mother's death...
The hours ticked by and soon turned into days, and those days into weeks, months, and years... Everyday was the same for Aria, everyday repeating and lonely. She is now 16 years old and in high school. She is a model student and already enrolled in some college courses. The little girl who held that bear is now a girl many look up to and wish to resemble in some shape or form. This is Aria's story with many paths ahead of her.