Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura, and I don't own anything
else...the title was inspired by Michelle Branch's Goodbye to you, one of
the most coolest songs on Earth. I reccomend you listen to that song while
reading this fic because I think he brings out the fullest capacity of the
fic. THANK YOU! (Oh yeah, btw, the song is in the story...) YOU MUST BE
MATURE TO READ THE FIC.
Into the story: Sakura is 18, so is Syaoran(Li) blah blah...everyone is older by 8 years.
Li: Syaoran
Touya: Tori
Tomoyo: Madison Yukito: Julian...yada...
No Eriol, sorry :(.
"Goodbye to you"
*Of all the things I believed in I just wanna get it over with... tears form behind my eyes, but I do not cry... counting the days that pass me by...*
CHAPTER 1: THE FATHER
I walked up the steps to the night club. Time passed fast. Too fast for my eyes to see the blur. Too fast to see what was happening to me.
I was alone again and it was pitch black night when I got back home that night. I could still remember everything that had happened to me before...before everything happened. I felt like talking to mother. But I doubted that a glass frame could answer my pleas for help.I walked up the stairs, the moonlight lit the top of the floor as I walked across to find my dimmed bedroom.
"Sakura, you have some explaining to do. It's 1:00 am, you know your curfew is 12:00 am, why are you late?" Father was behind me like a curse. He was always there when ever I wanted to be free and he didn't know anything about me and he wanted to know all the truth that I had inside my soul. But, I didn't want him to open up the locked case that was my heart.
"Look, Dad, I was out clubbing okay? So what I went an hour over curfew, it's not like I'm dead or anything." I knew I gave an obnoixous answer and I knew that father would pin me down for it. The whole idea of him losing his little girl must have pained him so much that he had to stay up all night and wait for an 18 year old slut to come home.
"Sakura, you have no right to talk to me that way."
"I talk to you everyday! You'd think you'd catch on. I stay out and club that's me okay dad? That is how I am. If you don't like it, kick me out of the house, it's not like I'm any use here!" My lungs pulsated with loud voice. My vocal chords outstretched and there was a din of noise bouncing off the bare stairwell walls.
"Sakura!"
"Look dad, I'll see you in the morning." I walked off to my room and slammed the door shut so that I couldn't hear what my father was mumbling. Nothin' good I would bet. Something about how I dress or something about how ugly I look with a halter top on in the middle of the night. I knew he thought at the back of the recesses of his mind I was a total slut. I knew he did and he couldn't change it...that was what was killing him. His little girl being absorbed by something that mother would never do. Well I was tired of that shit he put me through.
I fluffed up my pillow and put my tired head on it. I had washed my face and combed my hair through before I hit the hay that night. I was so tired, unusual for my clubbing style...which usually lead to a sugar/ cocaine rush in the after hours, usually by now I would have been so drugged up I would have been seeing lucky charms.
I lay in my bed for a while, the moonlight danced across my blanket and the windows pushed a subtle breeze through my bedroom. I was still looking for that special someone to make me feel like I was something to the world, not some teenager who had a case of pms rushing through her veins.
I looked around the room for a few minutes, then I dosed off to sleep.
Morning hit me in the face. The light streamed through the peep of the windows as I tried to get my body from the bed. I couldn't see anything, anything that clear anyway, it wasn't like those mad crack rushes that I had, it was the feeling of uncertainty in the morning.
"G'mornin' Sakura." Touya said as he walked past me in the hallway. I didn't see what was so good about it. Dad was sulking over cereal while he was thinking about his ditchweed daughter of a slut going out in the after hours, talking back, and acting like an over all bitch.
"Yeah, good morning Touya." I could've been nicer to him, but it was the morning and I didn't really give a rat's ass about anything.
Dad didn't even look at me at breakfast. He only ate away at the soggy cereal in his bowl while probably sulking about losing his little baby girl. He didn't deserve it, I guess since Mom passed away and all...but I was a grown up woman. Eighteen, ready to graduate and actually start a life. I was supposed to be in the prime of my life...why did my father have to miss seeing his daughter go away?
I briskly walked outside into the cold. It was fall, the leaves were dancing everywhere as the sky shown in the blue that it had always before. Nothing that new besides the fact that fall was trickling down the sides of Tokyo.
Touya followed me by bicycle, he drove nervously down to the university as he traced my every step. He was following me and I knew it, as the "clank, clank" or the gears on his bike treaded behind me.
"Touya, take your own route to university. Leave me alone." I started coldly as I zipped my plaid jacket up to distrupt the cold from entering my body. My heart already englulfed in flames.
"Sakura, you can't run away from dad forever. You know dad Sakura, don't ignore what your heart is telling you. You know you are sad." Touya was getting on my nerves now, I looked up at him. He was wearing a white trenchcoat and the same old brown work pants he threw on each day. He had been taking Sciences for a long time and he was damn good at it too.
"Touya, just-- just leave me alone. I'm not a baby anymore and you have no right to just follow me. I have a right to a life you know." Now I was really pushing it. I was pushing the limits of anger that Touya could hold. He was a great person, I would know, but he had a temperable mind. I was pushing the boundaries of his anger.
"Sakura, you listen to me...." His eyes were engraved with rage. His tongue slashing in rage. His eyes as cold as the steel of a blade. Ready to cut at my throat for my loud remarks.
"Look, Touya I have school. I'll see you after okay?" And with that, I walked off. I turned my head away from him and I could even feel the heat from his mind. He was angry with me and I knew that very well. He was angry because I was someone that could resist his force of mind. Someone that could bat away at his rage, coming out untarnished.
The school bell rang. I could see hundreds of students rushing towards the entrance, trying to get into the school without being trampled.
"Hey Tomoyo. So anything new happen?" I asked, I tried to sound as excited as possible. Being depressed wasn't something to be when you had your best friend with you.
"Cut the crap Sakura-chan. I know you're sad, just tell me why." she pushed over her text books and gave me a long hard stare.
"I don't feel like talking about it okay Tomoyo? I'm just tired of this whole fucking day." I brushed a strand of my auburn hair back and looked back into the mirror in my locker. The cool surface didn't compliment well to my already icy complexion. I swallowed hard and continued to brush my hair with a small red comb.
"Well if you want to talk about it, I have lunch fourth period. Please talk to me okay, you know I'll always be there to help." She patted my shoulder and continued to walk away into the hall, her silohette slowly disappearing in the din of noises.
I wouldn't talk to her today, only because there was a void ripping apart at my very heart but I couldn't explain why there was an emptiness there. I rubbed the mirror staring back at me and closed my eyes. I thought of pretty things like unicorns and fairies, anything to get me out of the night mare I was in.
Into the story: Sakura is 18, so is Syaoran(Li) blah blah...everyone is older by 8 years.
Li: Syaoran
Touya: Tori
Tomoyo: Madison Yukito: Julian...yada...
No Eriol, sorry :(.
"Goodbye to you"
*Of all the things I believed in I just wanna get it over with... tears form behind my eyes, but I do not cry... counting the days that pass me by...*
CHAPTER 1: THE FATHER
I walked up the steps to the night club. Time passed fast. Too fast for my eyes to see the blur. Too fast to see what was happening to me.
I was alone again and it was pitch black night when I got back home that night. I could still remember everything that had happened to me before...before everything happened. I felt like talking to mother. But I doubted that a glass frame could answer my pleas for help.I walked up the stairs, the moonlight lit the top of the floor as I walked across to find my dimmed bedroom.
"Sakura, you have some explaining to do. It's 1:00 am, you know your curfew is 12:00 am, why are you late?" Father was behind me like a curse. He was always there when ever I wanted to be free and he didn't know anything about me and he wanted to know all the truth that I had inside my soul. But, I didn't want him to open up the locked case that was my heart.
"Look, Dad, I was out clubbing okay? So what I went an hour over curfew, it's not like I'm dead or anything." I knew I gave an obnoixous answer and I knew that father would pin me down for it. The whole idea of him losing his little girl must have pained him so much that he had to stay up all night and wait for an 18 year old slut to come home.
"Sakura, you have no right to talk to me that way."
"I talk to you everyday! You'd think you'd catch on. I stay out and club that's me okay dad? That is how I am. If you don't like it, kick me out of the house, it's not like I'm any use here!" My lungs pulsated with loud voice. My vocal chords outstretched and there was a din of noise bouncing off the bare stairwell walls.
"Sakura!"
"Look dad, I'll see you in the morning." I walked off to my room and slammed the door shut so that I couldn't hear what my father was mumbling. Nothin' good I would bet. Something about how I dress or something about how ugly I look with a halter top on in the middle of the night. I knew he thought at the back of the recesses of his mind I was a total slut. I knew he did and he couldn't change it...that was what was killing him. His little girl being absorbed by something that mother would never do. Well I was tired of that shit he put me through.
I fluffed up my pillow and put my tired head on it. I had washed my face and combed my hair through before I hit the hay that night. I was so tired, unusual for my clubbing style...which usually lead to a sugar/ cocaine rush in the after hours, usually by now I would have been so drugged up I would have been seeing lucky charms.
I lay in my bed for a while, the moonlight danced across my blanket and the windows pushed a subtle breeze through my bedroom. I was still looking for that special someone to make me feel like I was something to the world, not some teenager who had a case of pms rushing through her veins.
I looked around the room for a few minutes, then I dosed off to sleep.
Morning hit me in the face. The light streamed through the peep of the windows as I tried to get my body from the bed. I couldn't see anything, anything that clear anyway, it wasn't like those mad crack rushes that I had, it was the feeling of uncertainty in the morning.
"G'mornin' Sakura." Touya said as he walked past me in the hallway. I didn't see what was so good about it. Dad was sulking over cereal while he was thinking about his ditchweed daughter of a slut going out in the after hours, talking back, and acting like an over all bitch.
"Yeah, good morning Touya." I could've been nicer to him, but it was the morning and I didn't really give a rat's ass about anything.
Dad didn't even look at me at breakfast. He only ate away at the soggy cereal in his bowl while probably sulking about losing his little baby girl. He didn't deserve it, I guess since Mom passed away and all...but I was a grown up woman. Eighteen, ready to graduate and actually start a life. I was supposed to be in the prime of my life...why did my father have to miss seeing his daughter go away?
I briskly walked outside into the cold. It was fall, the leaves were dancing everywhere as the sky shown in the blue that it had always before. Nothing that new besides the fact that fall was trickling down the sides of Tokyo.
Touya followed me by bicycle, he drove nervously down to the university as he traced my every step. He was following me and I knew it, as the "clank, clank" or the gears on his bike treaded behind me.
"Touya, take your own route to university. Leave me alone." I started coldly as I zipped my plaid jacket up to distrupt the cold from entering my body. My heart already englulfed in flames.
"Sakura, you can't run away from dad forever. You know dad Sakura, don't ignore what your heart is telling you. You know you are sad." Touya was getting on my nerves now, I looked up at him. He was wearing a white trenchcoat and the same old brown work pants he threw on each day. He had been taking Sciences for a long time and he was damn good at it too.
"Touya, just-- just leave me alone. I'm not a baby anymore and you have no right to just follow me. I have a right to a life you know." Now I was really pushing it. I was pushing the limits of anger that Touya could hold. He was a great person, I would know, but he had a temperable mind. I was pushing the boundaries of his anger.
"Sakura, you listen to me...." His eyes were engraved with rage. His tongue slashing in rage. His eyes as cold as the steel of a blade. Ready to cut at my throat for my loud remarks.
"Look, Touya I have school. I'll see you after okay?" And with that, I walked off. I turned my head away from him and I could even feel the heat from his mind. He was angry with me and I knew that very well. He was angry because I was someone that could resist his force of mind. Someone that could bat away at his rage, coming out untarnished.
The school bell rang. I could see hundreds of students rushing towards the entrance, trying to get into the school without being trampled.
"Hey Tomoyo. So anything new happen?" I asked, I tried to sound as excited as possible. Being depressed wasn't something to be when you had your best friend with you.
"Cut the crap Sakura-chan. I know you're sad, just tell me why." she pushed over her text books and gave me a long hard stare.
"I don't feel like talking about it okay Tomoyo? I'm just tired of this whole fucking day." I brushed a strand of my auburn hair back and looked back into the mirror in my locker. The cool surface didn't compliment well to my already icy complexion. I swallowed hard and continued to brush my hair with a small red comb.
"Well if you want to talk about it, I have lunch fourth period. Please talk to me okay, you know I'll always be there to help." She patted my shoulder and continued to walk away into the hall, her silohette slowly disappearing in the din of noises.
I wouldn't talk to her today, only because there was a void ripping apart at my very heart but I couldn't explain why there was an emptiness there. I rubbed the mirror staring back at me and closed my eyes. I thought of pretty things like unicorns and fairies, anything to get me out of the night mare I was in.