Now, I'm going to try to make two stories at a time! Yes, this is FunEveryWeek! Now, who's up for a little sad story along with a couple of tears?! I know all of you guys are. Why are you reading this then? Because you enjoy my writing. Thanks! I hope you'll enjoy this story. All the characters have different behaviors but Ikuto. =D The chapters go by days, BTW.
Day 1
I walked slowly in the hallways, making sure not to make eye contact with any of these people. My buttoned up shirt shouldn't be unusual, and neither are these leg warmers. Why is everyone still staring at me? I don't talk to them... they constantly insult me for no reason. Maybe it's because I'm quie- agh! Oh... geez, I fell on my arm... ugh. It's Tadase... he tripped me again. This happens daily. I hadn't been focusing so I didn't notice his foot in the way. Everyone laughed, I felt a little embarassed by this. "Sorry..." I said quietly when I got up. Tadase laughed even louder, he laughed as if he was the king of the world, just by tripping me.
"Idiot!" some kid cried out. I moved my feet a little faster so I could get to my classroom and be protected by these terrible things by the teachers. I held my bag tight in my hands that was placed in front of my hips. I'm trying to hide my tears, but I just can't. Just put your head down and no one will notice your pathetic red face and cold tears running down it. And all this laughing, it's too loud so no one would hear your sobs. No one cares about you, anyways. I sobbed quietly while walking down the hallway that quieted down. I can't do anything about these people, I can't tell anyone. I don't want them to be worried, of course. Ah! My classroom! I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me, accidentally closing it on someone's foot.
"I'm really sorry!" I said, accidently revealing my soaked face. The girl screamed and when she was done, she slapped me across the face.
"How dare you?!" she screamed. Unluckily, the teacher hadn't come yet, so I was vulnerable to these bullies.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't... I didn't mean to do it! I swear!" The girl pinched her nose bridge and turned around from me and walked away from the door. I tried to stop crying before the teacher came, but unfortunately, they walked through the door right when that girl left. He saw me, Nikaidou-sensei saw me. My red, damp face, he saw it. Damn it!
"Himamori? What's wrong?" he asked, pronouncing my name incorrectly like normal.
"I... I shut my door on my foot," I said, accidently messing up my sentence from shock.
"What?" he asked, holding my shoulder. "Do you need to go to the nurse?"
"No, and I mean that I shut the door on my foot," I said, sniffling in the middle of the sentence. "My foot is fine."
"OK then, but be careful not to do that again." He let go of my shoulder and placed it on my head. I don't want anyone to help me. No one as nice as him. I am so looking forward to the end of the day.
When I got home, that navy blue haired kid named Ikuto was there, just talking to my parents like usual on the couch while watching TV with Ami. His parents had a close relationship to mine, so he usually came when his dad, Aruto, was too busy and couldn't take care of him. "I'm home. I'm going to skip dinner tonight to work on homework, is that alright?" I asked my mom, knowing that I'd just be crying through the rest of the day.
"Uhm, you'll be hungry though. Are you sure?" my mom asked.
"No, I'm fine. I have a lot of homework. Thank you for excusing me from dinner," I said, and ran to my room with my bag dragging behind me. I located my door upstairs and walked in quickly, shutting the door behind me then locking it. I leaned on my door, being exhausted from the day. I went over to my bed, and layed down on it, setting my face on my pillow. "Why?! Why me?!" I screamed while starting to sob. I took off my school uniform and stayed in my room, wearing my under clothes. I observed the scars on my leg in my long mirror in my room and wiped my tears away. My hand rubbed my arm, feeling the cold skin that made me shiver inside. Suddenly, when I was crying to myself, someone knocked on my door. I tried calming myself so I could atleast answer without cracking my voice. "Who is it?" I managed to get out. This was difficult.
"Ikuto. Ikuto Tsukiyomi," a deep voice said. He tried opening the door, but he failed since it was locked.
"I'm sorry. I'm really busy with my homework," I responded slowly.
"Eh? Could I come in and help?" he asked, using that pervy voice like usual. He was six years older than me, he's possibly a pedophile.
"No, I need to work on this myself. Can you please stop bothering me now?" I asked, trying to regain my voice from my throat that was dry.
"Sure. But can I come in later when you're done? We haven't talked in a few days." We usually talked every time he came, which was usually sometimes in the week.
"I'm sorry, I may not be able to finish my homework before you leave," I said, trying to avoid his entrance.
"I'm staying over for a couple weeks because my dad is on a business trip, so we could talk all that time." Those words shocked me. We didn't have a guest bedroom, so where was he staying?
"Where are you staying?" I said, shaking a little.
"Your room," he said, "So we can talk later. Is that alright?" he asked.
"S-sure." No. He can't stay in my room. He'll see my scars, and when I'll cry, and everything.
"Thanks. I'll go now. Good luck on your homework. Please try to finish it as soon as possible," I heard his footsteps leave, and I broke down again, knowing that I'm safe from being revealed. I dove into my bed, digging my face into my pillow again. I promised myself that I won't cry or cut for those weeks he's coming. But that's going to be hard... agh! I cried harder, so hard that it could've been heard from downstairs, where everyone else was. "Amu, I'm still here, did you know that? I'm coming in." I heard the door unlock. My heart stopped. The door opened slowly and it creaked while it did. Ikuto shut the door behind him and locked it after seeing the condition the young girl was in. "Amu, why are you crying? Are you alright? Are you sad that I'm staying here?" his eyes drifted around my entire body when he asked that with wide eyes. He put the key he used to unlock my bedroom door in his pocket. He had to be a pervert if he had that, that was a key that could unlock any door or lock. Of course I had to be the eleven year old with B cupped breasts. And of course I had to wear my lace clothing. I shouldn't have worn this. My scars... damn it! He saw my scars! He walked over and rubbed my back, which was soothing. I calmed down a little bit from his rubbing, but I still wailed. He made me sit up forcefully and he set me in his lap.
"Pedophile! Get me off your lap!" I screamed out from shock.
"Amu, I'm not going to do anything. I'm trying to help you, you don't want your parents to help you, do you? So please, quiet down." I shut my eyes tight, my eyes stinging with tears. My face fell onto his shoulder, and I started to dampen his shirt. He held me in a tight hug, and that didn't help me in any way. "You're a beautiful girl, Amu. When you cry, you look terrible." He tried comforting me with these lies. I removed myself from him and constantly punched his chest. "Ah, if that makes you feel better, go ahead and do it."
"Liar!" I screamed out. I hit him as hard as I could, and I fell to my side, laying on the bed again after my arms were exhausted. I felt my blanket being pulled from under me, and then it was placed on top of me. Then Ikuto in my face. I covered my face again in the pillow, sobbing not any louder.
"Calm down and sleep. You'll need your rest. And I'm not a pedophile, I won't do anything to you while you sleep." For some reason I trusted him. I tried calming down with deep breaths after revealing my face to the cold air that dried my tears. I shut my eyes and relaxed in my bed, still crying. All those things he said, they're lies. Once my mind said that, I broke down again. I started crying a little harder, and Ikuto held me in a hug on the bed with chin on my head. I didn't realize this until he talked again. "When you wake up, it might be night. I'll be awake and watching over you." Once I realized how ridiculous those words were, I stopped crying a little bit.
"Pervert!" I said and loosened my eyes. My short breaths stopped, and I was relaxing in his tight hold. His muscle on his arms were wrapped around me.
"Heh, I'm no pervert. You should be happy that you're with me. I'm going to protect you from now on, remember that, OK?" he said to me. That comforted me completely. I managed to get a nod out. "Inplus, we're getting married when you're older," I think he said right before I fell asleep.
When I woke up, he was right in front of me, his eyes were closed. There wasn't much light shining through my window, so I assumed that I'd slept for one or two hours. What did he say when I fell asleep again? Something about when we're older... marriage? No way! No, he couldn't have said that. Geez, this guy sure holds tight. I don't want to sleep anymore. I'll just have to go to tomorrow then. I tried releasing his grasp around me, and luckily, I did. I looked at him a little bit as he slept. He looks like... a cat. I couldn't resist but touch his hair. It was soft like cat's fur. His eyes started to flutter open. And while he did it, I got out of bed, I hope he didn't mind that. "Amu, now, where are you going?" he asked when he saw me standing up.
"I'm going... to go to the bathroom of course, I'll take a shower," I responded, making up something since I didn't really know where I was going.
"Eh? You're going to take a shower? But... the shower is too small." What? It wasn't small at all. "It's too small for two people, of course." What?! Did he read my mind or something?! Wait... too small for two pe- that pervert!
"No way! You're not coming in there with me!" I didn't know how I was feeling right now. Was I mad? But it was funny... but I'm still sad... "I'm going alone..."
"Well of course you're gonna be naked when you come in. Plus I'm 17, do you want me to see your bare body?"
"No! It's full of... never mind." I accidently revealed something terrible...
"Full of what?" he asked, his curious mind obviously stirring up. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes.
"Full of... scars..." I finally said. I grabbed a towel and my pajamas from my dresser. "I'm changing in the bathroom. You better be out of my room when I come back!" I looked at him and then at my make up counter. The box on it better not be any different than it is now.
"OK! I'll go now," he said with a smirk. "I see, you don't want to talk..." Then I remembered something as he stood up.
"Wait, you said something when I was sleeping. I know this is sudden but what did you say?" I asked.
"Nothing to your concern," he said, walking out the door. I sighed, and walked over to the bathroom after putting a shirt and pants on which both had long sleeves. I looked into the shower, and turned the nob. I should make it burn me. No one cares anyways, right? Well, of course no one does. But Ikuto will see... but I don't care what he does! It's for my own good! I started sobbing a little bit, with the hot tears rolling down my face. I stepped in the shower after stripping so no one would see, even though there was no one who would come in. I sat on the floor, which was what I usually did when I felt this way. It was unusual, but I needed to cry. You're worthless. Everyone thinks so. Whatever compliments you get, they're obviously lies. You think so yourself too. Look at your humongous yellow eyes, disgusting. That weird shaped nose isn't going to get you anywhere. What's that weird color on your lip, they're so fat too. What's with that bright pink color in your hair? It's outrageous and totally not cool. I can't take it anymore. I was born to die. The people at school agree with me. They would be happy when I died. I stepped out of the shower and turned the nob so the shower stopped. I put my old clothes back on but covered myself with a towel. I quickly headed to my room, forgetting to bring my other clothes with me. I walked in and locked the door again and took the towel off of me. I looked in my box after unlocking it that seated on my make up counter. There was a mirror in front of me, and I observed the weird looking red thing called my face in front of me. I felt the coldness when the air tried drying the water on my body and face. I took my blade from the box that seated on it. I took my pills incase I wanted to...
I put the towel back on me and ran back to the bathroom. I still cried, but I tried concealing the sound in the hallway. I layed down in the bath tub after locking the door, it was the most uncomfortable place ever. This was where I needed to go when I ever needed to cut myself up. I grabbed my blade and cried a little bit. These wrists... these wrists... cut them! I sobbed and it became hard to breathe. Nobody cares if I died of suffocation anyways... I looked at the blade again and brushed my finger over the edge, cutting it with the sharp blade. I placed the blade at my wrist and hesitated a little. Cut you idiot! It's better if you died anyways! Those mean comments from the school made me realize how terrible my life was anyways... I dug the blade into my skin and cut it a little. I need this pain. No one cares about your cuts. No one cares about you. Die. Everyone would laugh at your funeral. I... I hate my life! I brushed the blade against my skin quickly, and blood immediately came out. It hurt, but I deserve it. I let it bleed a little. I did another cut against my skin, and it was deep. I cried hard, and it became really difficult to breathe. I did a couple more cuts, and my hand and wrist were covered in blood. I was shaking from the pain. I moved my hand to my upper thigh, and brushed it against it, not doing anything to it. The pain hurt and I could hardly move my hand. I moved it a little faster, and I cut my leg, letting the blood flow out. I didn't bother trying to dry my tears, more tears would come and wet it again. I put the blade against my skin, and started cutting my skin, slowly and made sure it was deep. Tons of blood came out and I cried out from the pain.
I dropped the blade on the part of the bath tub to my right. I put my left arm that was cut on my head so the cuts were exposed to the air and I grabbed my pills. I opened the container and dumped them in the bath tub's space beside me. I decided I wanted this. I don't want to live this miserable life anymore. I put one large pill in my mouth, and took some water from the bath tub. I put another one in, and another, and another, until there was no more. I layed there in the bath tub for a couple minutes, knowing what I did was best. I cried and knew that I wouldn't feel pain anymore. I thought to myself as the tears rolled down my eyes, everyone will be happier now. Now there was blackness, and it was clear that I passed out. No one cares if I die.