Polluted
Chapter 2 – Tomoyo
Standing here with my husband did nothing to elevate my fears. Looking down on the gravestone made me remember. I remembered those awful moments. It made me cry and ask 'Where did my friend go?'
- Five Years Ago -
Being Sakura's best friend for years, I noticed that she started to acting differently during high school. Sakura's grades had dropped dramatically. She couldn't remember her lines in drama. She didn't sing at all in vocal. She didn't even attend cheerleading practice. She muttered to herself all day long. I had voiced my opinions to Syaoran and Meiling but they passed it off as her being tired.
It was when she started talking about her family that I started to panic. She ranted and raved about her father hitting her all the time, her mother drinking from morning to night and how her brother touched her. Her family had died five years ago. The family itself was extremely close. I slept over enough times to know that they had a rule about not drinking alcohol. And she didn't even have a brother.
But I pushed it to the back of my mind, desperately praying that she was alright and that nothing was wrong with her. On one afternoon, we were fooling around, talking about a play I found in the drama room when Sakura suddenly appeared with that weird expression on her face.
I went home that day. Wanting to know if she was at home so we could talk, I called her cell phone. No one picked up. I thought that maybe she was busy.
A few hours later I was cooking dinner when I spotted one of my small knives. I remembered the times I had caught a glimpse of her arms. Cuts littered her arms. Every patch of skin I saw had a cut. I thought that it had been my imagination at work but piecing together her behavior the past few months, I realized those cuts had been real. I called Syaoran and Meiling to meet at Sakura's apartment because I knew she was in trouble.
When we got to Sakura's apartment, Syaoran started knocking the door. We didn't hear a response so we slammed on the door to open. I rushed to the bathroom and screamed out in shock. My best friend, confident, cousin, the person I could count on was leaning against the bath tub. Blood was pouring out of her self-inflicted wounds. I sank down to my knees and cried. Meiling came in a few minutes later. She slumped down and embraced me. Syaoran went to call the police.
- Flashback End -
I learned later on that the loss of her parents and the pressure of school had suffocated her, making her feel suicidal and angry. I wished I hadn't pushed it into the back of my mind. I wished I told someone about the suicidal signs and helped Sakura. Looking at the gravestone always made me remember.
My husband nudged me softly. "Let's go, Tomoyo." I gave him a small smile. "Hai."
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Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
A/N: After reading over my first chapter for Polluted, I felt like I should put it in another perspective. Should I include Syaoran's and Meiling's or just leave it like this?
3/30/2010: Revise and Edit. Changed time period.
-Mel's Merleawe