Rea: Hello, it's Rea here. So... This isn't the first story I've made so far but it is the first story I've published to . well, the first story I've published to the internet. I'll update two stories for this while. Another story will be updated tomorrow or next week. Thank you. Do enjoy.

Trapped

Prologue

Pant.

I stop at this particular dark room, hoping no one is here. I gulp. Sweat mixing with my blood is now dripping down my face. In my hand is a piece of paper. I was given a gun with it, but I left it. I don't want to bring that thing with me. I don't want this. I don't want any of this. This is not what I live for. I want to bring peace to people. I want them to enjoy their lives. But why? What did I do to deserve this? I'm weak. I just can't stand this anymore.

I want to run. Run away as far as I can go. I can't live in this hell hole anymore. This is sick. My holiday is supposed to be fun. I'm supposed to be enjoying a cup of tea while reading Shakespeare books. This is not what I've planned for my holiday. No. I need somebody. I want someone to calm me down now. I want my friends. Sigh. Friends. Where are they? Are they dead? I miss my friends…

Sumire, Koko, Anna, Nonoko, Yuu, Kitsu… I miss you guys. Why did this have to happen to me? To us? I want our old lives back. I want to go to Anna and Nonoko's, eating Anna's fresh baked cookies and sipping Nonoko's extraordinary juice. I want to see Sumire firing up guns again, with Koko being her stalker, taking pictures of her nonstop. I want to hear Yuu talking about things that I don't even get. I want to see my brother Kitsu.

"Mikan." I hear a low voice calling me from the end of the room. I know that voice. I hold back my tears. Hotaru. Hotaru. No, I can't go back now. I can't. That's not Hotaru. At least not the Hotaru I know. I turn around to see her. There she is, collapsing onto the floor, her back on the wall. I can't see her face for she is looking down, so down I only see her eyes slowly closing; her hand holding a gun as she points it at me. I can see her body is shaking, her hand is shivering. What is this Hotaru? Why are you being like this? I gulp.

A moment after, the door beside me is opened, revealing a blond man, holding a bigger gun. "Sakura!" he shouts and finally making me his target. He isn't really a good shooter. He's bad at it. People can judge by the way he holds a gun; he needs both his hands to hold it. I sigh. Ruka, what happened to you? Where is that guy I thought can make a big change in the world- where human beings and animals can survive not hurting each other? Where is that gentleman I thought can make everybody happy?

Great. I have two people I really trust pointing guns at my direction. "Little girl." I hear another person saying. That voice I've been longing to hear. Now I just can't hold on any longer. My tears start flowing down my cheeks. My heart throbs so hard. I spin around just to see him standing at the door, panting slowly. I see blood trickling everywhere on his exposed skin. I sob. Natsume Hyuuga… How can you be this violent? I love him, and I thought he loved me, too. Now I see he doesn't even have feelings for me. I look at his occupied hand; he is also holding a handgun. Slower than the other two, he points the pistol at me. Not you, too…

How could they do this to me?

I trusted them. I trusted them with all my heart and this is how they treat me?

I take a deep breath.

Three.

I close my eyes.

Two.

I gulped for the last time.

Click.

Rea: So how was it? Please leave some reviews to help me improve this language. *smiles* Thank you so much.