Witch: Yep out with another 'cept this one's a CardCaptor Sakura story...hope
you like it!
Disclaimer: Okay...I WISH I owned CCS, but I don't...wahhhhh...sniffsniff
You Brought Me Back
By; Witch Hunter Sakura
Chapter 1
You look at me and stare. You laugh and joke, point and poke. You stare at me like I'm an alien. I'm nowhere near that...
I walked down the hall of the facility clad in normal clothes and normal garments.
See, I'm normal. Just like you. And you fail to see that. So stop staring at me.
"Sakura, what are you doing from your room? You know better than that!" the woman scolded.
This woman hates me and I know it. She knows it. Everyone knows it.
This woman has been my ward for the last couple years. You see I wasn't always like this...
"Sakura! Are you even listening?" Yes, dear woman, I am. Please stop yelling at me.
"You need to learn how to take care of yourself!" Please stop...
"I can't be picking you up every time you fall!" Stop...please.
"You just have to be different, don't you?" Stop...yelling...
"You're just a spoiled brat!" STOP!!
I screamed and fell to the ground, holding my head in my hands.
Okay...I'm not normal, but I am a person...and people fail to see that. If only someone would treat me like a friend...
I've been here ever since the accident. The accident that changed everything. Everything's different now. I'm different. Even you are!
I had the most beautiful green eyes, but now they are crowded with tears. I had the most beautiful auburn hair, but now it's chopped different and the shine's gone away. I had the most beautiful mind, but now it's warped, changed. I had the most beautiful heart, but now it's shattered. I used to have the most beautiful smile, but now it's a sorrowful frown. I had the most beautiful voice, but now I don't talk...
"Don't you start this! I have no time for this!!" She left. I screamed more. It was like I couldn't stop. It hurt so much, but I had no control whatsoever. And so I sat there, screaming...
"Is she alright?" a woman asked, worried. Her amethyst eyes showed serious worry.
This woman was Tomoyo Daidouji, one of Sakura's best friends. They'd know each other for the longest time, heck, they were even cousins. Tomoyo had just come in from her job in Tokyo, a high paying, fashion-modeling agency. Her hair was pulled loosely into a messy bun with stray strands left forming her face. She was still wearing her casual purple skirt and white blouse and her new lazy glasses for reading.
"Yes, they gave her more pills and force-fed her." That was her boyfriend, Eriol. He was on his way from the university when he got a call from the doctors from the facility Sakura goes to. He works as a college professor in the study of ancient witchcraft and magic. His dark azure eyes scanned Sakura's bedroom as she lay in a not-so-peaceful sleep. "I can't believe this..." he murmured, running a hand through his dark navy hair.
"What happened? Why was she screaming?" Tomoyo asked suddenly.
"I don't know...they never do. She doesn't talk."
"Maybe we should let someone see her...like a psychiatrist or..."
"Yeah...they have this good psychiatrist coming from Hong Kong. We just need him to look at her for a couple of days and find out what's wrong with her."
"Maybe...but does this guy have the time to look at her?"
"Shit...I don't know...I'm pretty sure he'll be able to fit her in..."
"How do you know?"
"He's my cousin."
I woke up, my head hurting. They kept giving me pills upon pills and I'm finally screwing up. They're making me this way...
"Sakura?" Great...Tomoyo...just who I needed. My best friend and the person who gave me away to this dump. They're hurting me, Tomoyo. Can't you see that? "I brought Eriol." Her hopes are dying...and I know it. That accident changed my life, Tomoyo, and I am the only one who should have to deal with that. "You're still not talking, I see..." A small tear rolled down her cheek, making a salty line down the side of her cheek. I'm really sorry, Tomoyo. "Ummm...Sakura, Eriol suggested that we let you see a psychiatrist. Would you...like to?" I stared at her, then out the window. Many people have looked at me and studied me to try and find out my problem, but no one tries hard enough. 'I'm sorry, she's incurable.' 'I have no idea why she isn't talking.' She's this and she's that. No. It's you that's incurable. You don't try to know my problem. You want your money then you leave. "He's real good and a cousin of Eriol. We would like you to see him so he can cure you." I looked away and held back tears that were threatening to spill. It'll be just like the others, Tomoyo. Don't you see that? You're just wasting your money. "We'll let him see you and then ask you how you like him. Okay?" I stayed still, staring steadily out the bay window. It'll be just like the others...
"Mr. Li, you have a call on line one, says it's urgent." I nodded. Haven't had calls in so long I really didn't care who it was.
"Hello, Syaoran." Okay now I did. I shuddered. Eriol. Aw, heck. Just my luck.
"Hello, Eriol," I managed to say through my teeth. "How are you?"
"Fine, you."
"Just peachy..." then I mentally added, 'until you had to call...'
"Look, I need a favor. My girlfriend, Tomoyo..." What? He has a girlfriend? How in the heck did he come by that one? How does she put up with him? How does— "There's this friend she has who's terribly ill. Well, actually, she's kinda mental and I thought you could help cure her."
"How much?" Yep...how much, buddy. I am not doing anything for you until you give me a reasonable price...mwahahaha...
"What do you mean 'how much'? We're cousins...it's family business...fine, I'll pay for your ticket to Japan and stay here. That's it. I ain't a money bag, you know..."
"Whatever. I have nothing to do around here anyway. What the guy's name anyway?"
"Girl. And her name's Sakura."
Witch: Yep I know...a little short...but hey a great writer's gotta start somewhere...right? Well press the little purple button to review...
YAY! Okie byebye!
Disclaimer: Okay...I WISH I owned CCS, but I don't...wahhhhh...sniffsniff
You Brought Me Back
By; Witch Hunter Sakura
Chapter 1
You look at me and stare. You laugh and joke, point and poke. You stare at me like I'm an alien. I'm nowhere near that...
I walked down the hall of the facility clad in normal clothes and normal garments.
See, I'm normal. Just like you. And you fail to see that. So stop staring at me.
"Sakura, what are you doing from your room? You know better than that!" the woman scolded.
This woman hates me and I know it. She knows it. Everyone knows it.
This woman has been my ward for the last couple years. You see I wasn't always like this...
"Sakura! Are you even listening?" Yes, dear woman, I am. Please stop yelling at me.
"You need to learn how to take care of yourself!" Please stop...
"I can't be picking you up every time you fall!" Stop...please.
"You just have to be different, don't you?" Stop...yelling...
"You're just a spoiled brat!" STOP!!
I screamed and fell to the ground, holding my head in my hands.
Okay...I'm not normal, but I am a person...and people fail to see that. If only someone would treat me like a friend...
I've been here ever since the accident. The accident that changed everything. Everything's different now. I'm different. Even you are!
I had the most beautiful green eyes, but now they are crowded with tears. I had the most beautiful auburn hair, but now it's chopped different and the shine's gone away. I had the most beautiful mind, but now it's warped, changed. I had the most beautiful heart, but now it's shattered. I used to have the most beautiful smile, but now it's a sorrowful frown. I had the most beautiful voice, but now I don't talk...
"Don't you start this! I have no time for this!!" She left. I screamed more. It was like I couldn't stop. It hurt so much, but I had no control whatsoever. And so I sat there, screaming...
"Is she alright?" a woman asked, worried. Her amethyst eyes showed serious worry.
This woman was Tomoyo Daidouji, one of Sakura's best friends. They'd know each other for the longest time, heck, they were even cousins. Tomoyo had just come in from her job in Tokyo, a high paying, fashion-modeling agency. Her hair was pulled loosely into a messy bun with stray strands left forming her face. She was still wearing her casual purple skirt and white blouse and her new lazy glasses for reading.
"Yes, they gave her more pills and force-fed her." That was her boyfriend, Eriol. He was on his way from the university when he got a call from the doctors from the facility Sakura goes to. He works as a college professor in the study of ancient witchcraft and magic. His dark azure eyes scanned Sakura's bedroom as she lay in a not-so-peaceful sleep. "I can't believe this..." he murmured, running a hand through his dark navy hair.
"What happened? Why was she screaming?" Tomoyo asked suddenly.
"I don't know...they never do. She doesn't talk."
"Maybe we should let someone see her...like a psychiatrist or..."
"Yeah...they have this good psychiatrist coming from Hong Kong. We just need him to look at her for a couple of days and find out what's wrong with her."
"Maybe...but does this guy have the time to look at her?"
"Shit...I don't know...I'm pretty sure he'll be able to fit her in..."
"How do you know?"
"He's my cousin."
I woke up, my head hurting. They kept giving me pills upon pills and I'm finally screwing up. They're making me this way...
"Sakura?" Great...Tomoyo...just who I needed. My best friend and the person who gave me away to this dump. They're hurting me, Tomoyo. Can't you see that? "I brought Eriol." Her hopes are dying...and I know it. That accident changed my life, Tomoyo, and I am the only one who should have to deal with that. "You're still not talking, I see..." A small tear rolled down her cheek, making a salty line down the side of her cheek. I'm really sorry, Tomoyo. "Ummm...Sakura, Eriol suggested that we let you see a psychiatrist. Would you...like to?" I stared at her, then out the window. Many people have looked at me and studied me to try and find out my problem, but no one tries hard enough. 'I'm sorry, she's incurable.' 'I have no idea why she isn't talking.' She's this and she's that. No. It's you that's incurable. You don't try to know my problem. You want your money then you leave. "He's real good and a cousin of Eriol. We would like you to see him so he can cure you." I looked away and held back tears that were threatening to spill. It'll be just like the others, Tomoyo. Don't you see that? You're just wasting your money. "We'll let him see you and then ask you how you like him. Okay?" I stayed still, staring steadily out the bay window. It'll be just like the others...
"Mr. Li, you have a call on line one, says it's urgent." I nodded. Haven't had calls in so long I really didn't care who it was.
"Hello, Syaoran." Okay now I did. I shuddered. Eriol. Aw, heck. Just my luck.
"Hello, Eriol," I managed to say through my teeth. "How are you?"
"Fine, you."
"Just peachy..." then I mentally added, 'until you had to call...'
"Look, I need a favor. My girlfriend, Tomoyo..." What? He has a girlfriend? How in the heck did he come by that one? How does she put up with him? How does— "There's this friend she has who's terribly ill. Well, actually, she's kinda mental and I thought you could help cure her."
"How much?" Yep...how much, buddy. I am not doing anything for you until you give me a reasonable price...mwahahaha...
"What do you mean 'how much'? We're cousins...it's family business...fine, I'll pay for your ticket to Japan and stay here. That's it. I ain't a money bag, you know..."
"Whatever. I have nothing to do around here anyway. What the guy's name anyway?"
"Girl. And her name's Sakura."
Witch: Yep I know...a little short...but hey a great writer's gotta start somewhere...right? Well press the little purple button to review...
YAY! Okie byebye!