Okay hey! This chapter is a bit dark and miserable but this story's mostly about how Kyo helps her to heal, because I LOVE them together :). They're my favourite couple out of any anime! Also this is my first fanfic ever so... be kind please :) R&R!!!! I'll try and write a longer chapter next time,
I didn't recognise the house at first. It was a long forgotten place of hapiness in my mind but as I travelled further into the warm cosy looking rooms, the images flooded back into my mind. I wanted to stop and find mom but no luck. I had no control, the dream wheeled me further. Soon I was in my old room and a young girl stood in the centre of the room. Smiling but not moving. Who was she? Somehow she seemed familiar.
She was the perfect picture of innocence. She her long brown hair and tied it with a single pink ribbon. In her eyes I saw life and passion, it was so appealing. It drew me in but as I tried to walk closer to her I only moved backwards, I ran at her and soon I was shooting back, out of that room, out of the house further and further, faster and faster. Then, his face -
I woke scared and despondent, shaking as I swallowed back my ragged breaths. My heart pounded against my chest as if wanting to escape and for a few moments all I could do was lie back against my pillow, feeling bitter. However I felt feeble and I couldn't allow myself to feel feeble, I was strong and I had to keep that strength. He couldn't take that as well.
I dragged my body out of bed and traipsed over to the washroom. Dismally splashing water onto my face I thought about that young naïve girl in my dream. She was so ignorant, trusting, so innocent, and she was me. She lived my life and had the same innocent and harmless memories as I once had. But now they were gone, in that one act he had taken more from me than anyone would ever know. I didn't know if I could ever face anyone again feeling so dirty.
His face flashed into my head, he was snarling menacingly at me. I screamed and smashed my fist into the wall, it hurt and tears blinked in my eyes. I couldn't cry, I couldn't be weak. I gripped the sides of the wash basin and forced myself to look up. As a single tear fell from my eye, it summed up my entire existence. Why did I become so weak? So pathetic?
My eyes met their reflection in the mirror, the vibrant life was gone and as I looked longer it was if my face was a book reading only one word; whore. Whore, whore, whore, whore people were chanting it, screaming it at me. I ran back to my room but they followed me. I recognised some of their voices, Uo, Hana, Shigure, Kyo, mom. I demanded they stop, spinning wildly trying to face them, but they were everywhere. I couldn't endure it any longer and submitted to being a deplorable mess on the floor and I finally let the tears run unchallenged down my face, choking on my own breath.
Admittance was my final action before losing what was left of my mind, I scrabbled for the pen, on my table and scribbled: I, Tohro Honda, was raped by Yuki Sohma. I, Tohro Honda, am a whore.
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