I always wanted to write this story. It starts with a dark plot but has a happy ending with romance and love and all that good stuff. It is different from your normal romantic story. Hope you all like it.

Summary- She was raped by someone she loved. No one will understand why she is acting the way she does. He is the most popular/wanted guy in school and will never love her. (MikanX Natsume)

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the character's of Gakuen Alice

Fanfiction- (NatsumeX Mikan)

text in '...' and bold and italic are thoughts.

text in "..." is conversation.

Italic- memories.

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A Metaphor For Despair

Chapter-1

"If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?"

He was the most popular guy in school. Rumor has it that his popularity went beyond school boundaries. Raven hair, tan skin, sharp face, and the most mysterious eyes. He is a bad boy with unfairly good looks. He screamed of sex. And every girl wanted him in their life.

Mikan Sakura was just like those girls. But, she was a special one.

Mikan moaned from pleasure.

His warm lips traced the nape of her neck, and his hands slowly slid from her shoulder to her waist. Her head fell over his shoulder, warming his right ear with her raspy breathing.

He growled against her neck and then went back to her swollen lips, as he kissed her fiercely. His hands grasped her ass, lifting her around his waist and pushed her into the empty dark room and locked the door behind them.

"Mikan! it's so not like you…" Sumire sighed as she flipped her greenish hair before plopping down in a sit right opposite to Mikan, and faced her.

"… I mean a month ago you were crazily in love with Natsume Hyuuga."

She sighed.

"And now it's like you don't even know him."

Mikan who was studying for the math test, though knew what Sumire was talking about, ignored her.

"God Mikan! Stop pretending!" Sumire snapped, this attitude of Mikan's annoyed her.

"Oh Sumire… it's normal" Nonoko tried to take a hold of the situation, "I mean, maybe she doesn't want to wait around for him to notice her anymore."

Mikan didn't say anything. She even suppressed the sudden fear that slowly chocked her from the mention of his name. She tried to look as normal as she could about it. But something cannot be forgotten. How much she tries to forget everything, it won't happen.

'Please don't say his name.'

"Aggggggg" Sumire punched the table in anger.

"You know Mikan" She whispered "you are hopeless…. You can't keep on ignoring every time this topic comes up."

Mikan breathing caught in her throat 'How I wish I could ignore everything.'

That night… The nightmare

Everything is still so vivid, still so raw, lingering all over her skin. The frightening past will haunt her even if he is not there.

'Why?'

"Mikan she didn't mean it that way" Anna concerned voice echoed from behind "Sumire is worried about you."

"I know" Mikan whispered.

"We miss the old Mikan" Nonoko's whispered "We want her back."

They will never understand her. It's too late to heal and forget. It's been done already.

"He's here" Anna turned to the classroom door.

The whole class looked around to see him, his friends went to high five, and girls giggled and twirled their hair to get his attention.

At a corner Mikan Sakura hid herself yet again behind huge books, pretending to not be bothered by his presence.

However both of them knew the truth.

Careless firm ghastly fingers groped both of her hands tightly to her back; another hand found its place on her half glossed lips which was already bruised and swollen. Gloss smeared around her lips, and on parts of her cheeks.

Her scream of protest was drowned by the booming music happening downstairs.

His bites left purple love bruise all over her breast. His hand moved from her mouth and disgustingly touched her whole body as he pushed himself into her.

She screamed in pain and protest.

Her head was still on her pillow and she was still in her room.

"No…" Her voice cracked in fear.

Her hands clutched tightly around her bed sheet and brought it around her body in an attempt to cover herself further. Her breathing was ragged and uneven and her throat felt sore and dry.

This Nightmare haunts her every single night. It replays over and over again and she experiences this horribleness again and again.

"Why her?" She whispered in mental pain.

"Why did you rape me?"

She screamed in agony onto her palm which covered her mouth. Tears poured down her eyes as she tried her best not to think about it. But it never went away and she sobbed and sobbed into her pillow.

"Natsume I hate you."

To Be Continued...

I hope you guys like it.