Soundless Nights

Chapter 2: A New Friend?

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club.

Note: Please tell me any mistakes I made.


The blue-haired female was sitting in class, mind staggering between being there and in her dreamland. It was hard focusing on the task at hand when there was a blond whispering her name every five minutes. Mia, Mia, psssst, Mia! And there was also the fact that she was trying hard not to wince every time she moved. Focusing was not something that would be done today. And she had a test tomorrow, sadly enough. She sighed lightly.

How she got in class 2A, she had no clue. They had to have messed up. She wasn't that smart. Others were far beyond her school ability. She would probably need some extra help.

Although she didn't want to, no one else would help her. During lunch, she had asked everyone possible. Even the glasses guy, Kyoya. He didn't even look at her when she asked, only writing in his little black book. The next person was a last resort. And she was dreading it.

She walked to his desk, and breathed deeply. It was now or never. Her grade depended on his help. It sounded over-dramatic, but her father was worse when her grade was below an A. She poked him on his shoulder once and he turned, smiling.

Glancing down at the small piece of paper, she handed it to Tamaki.

"Yes, precious princess, I will help you!" He hugged her and spun her around, making her dizzy. She already regretted it.

The teacher came in, and Mia sat down, pulling out her dark blue notebook filled with poems from her black bag. She didn't feel like learning that minute, so she started to write. She wasn't prize worthy or anything good-it was more of an escape to her.

I trusted you, she wrote, but now I no longer trust.

She stopped. It hurt. Everything hurt. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't. She couldn't. These people would laugh or tell their parents. Then everyone would know that a powerful Japanese man's daughter was crying. Then Mia's father would hurt her. Mia was a disgrace, and she knew it, too, and her father hated her for being born.

The world was turning, the sun burning bright, people continued to live. Her world stopped, thoughts clouded over her mind, tears stung her eyes. She could feel the numbness all over her body. She felt empty. Lonely.

Lungs struggled to take oxygen and panic rose. She's going to die, she felt it. She didn't want to die, or did she? No. She didn't want to, she decided. But she was dying.

She stood, planning on going to the nurse. Bodies were a blur. She couldn't hear anything except a slight ringing sound. Running out the door, her knees buckled down, resulting in her knees digging into the floor beneath her.

She felt her nails dig into her scalp and scratch down her throat. The panic never ceased, it only grew. Warm liquid escaped her eyes, leaving little trails down her pale skin. She could just feel her body clenching and unclenching with each breath she took.

And then it was over.

Heart rate slowing down, she stood, staggering. Her hands gripped the wall. Senses came back in a rush. It was like it never happened.

Looking around, she noticed no one even saw whatever just happened to her. She was grateful, yet sad. No one could make fun of her, but then again, no one could help her. No one ever helped her.

Walking out of the school, she decided she wanted walk around until school ended.


Father, how was work?

Mia handed him the paper at dinner that night. It was something she always said to him in hopes he would go easier on her later.

It never worked.

"No one was even listening to what I was saying," he grumbled.

I'm sorry to hear that, Father.

She wrote, not liking the edge to his voice.

Linwood Stone, her father, stood. He towered over the table, giving off an angry aura. He swept the plate off the table, sending it flying towards the floor. It shattered, pieces everywhere. Mia flinched involuntarily. Her stepmother wasn't here, and she was grateful. Heather didn't need to see him like this. She was too nice.

Mia sat still, not allowing herself to move. To provoke him. She eased her breathing, making it the only thing she focused on.

The man moved swiftly across the dining room.

Finally hopefully, Mia allowed herself to smile. She was safe tonight.


School felt like hours long. And she hadn't had the escape of moving her fingers across piano keys for days. She needed the release it brought her, and she was determined to find one. And this time, she wouldn't go near Ouran's precious Music Room #3.

Her house didn't have a piano; her father got rid of it because it annoyed him when Mia's fingers danced along the keys. Even though it put her in a happy state of mind, he got rid of it anyway.

As the last lecture ended, as did the school day, Mia rushed from the room, avoiding the dramatic blond that was about to pounce on her. Her feet moved with the music that was blasting through her headphones, which was a fast-paced song she loved to death. Lost in Stereo by All Time Low, her favorite band, was her all time favorite song.

Music Room #2. It wasn't #3, in which she was grateful, and pushed open the door. Instruments, mostly classical, were scattered about, making Mia smile. Her eyes landed on the piano in the middle. Fingers itched with anticipation. She wanted to escape, so she did the only thing she was good at, and played. She sadly had to pull out her headphones, but the soft sound coming from the instrument made her heart happy. And that was all she wished for, in her nights of dreaming. She wanted to be happy.

"That's beautiful and all, but you're not supposed to be in here." A voice rang through the otherwise quiet room when she stopped playing.

Jumping, her eyes darted to the girl who spoke. She was in the girl uniform, and a slight scowl present on her face. Mia stood, and quickly bowed, before hurrying out.

"I better not see you in here again, Mia."

The way she said her name made her flinch. It was the same way Zak said her name. And it scared her.

She slid into the bathroom, checking under the stalls for feet. When none were seen, she slid down the wall, tears freely flowing. She didn't even know why she was crying, but it was not because of that girl. That was something she was sure of.

Her throat made an inhuman noise. Her nose was runny and she just wanted to sleep. Sleep was her second escape, when she was lucky enough to have it.

"Are you okay?" Someone asked, placing a hand on Mia's shoulder.

Mia flinched, bringing her legs closer to her.

The figure backed away, blurry from tear-stained eyes. They sat in front of her, but left space between them, making Mia comfortable.

"I'm not here to make fun of you." They said, making it clear they were a girl. "I'm Monica Queen."

And Monica Queen was beautiful. In the way she carried herself, how she spoke softly, and her warm, bright eyes. Mia wasn't anything that special; she was just her. So why was a girl like that talking to a girl like her?

She grabbed her bag, still shaking. Grabbing a notepad and pen, she wrote down her name, handing it to the girl. The girl tilted her head, taking the lilac paper from her shaking hands.

"You don't talk?" Monica asked.

Mia nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll have to get used to that."

Mia didn't understand what she meant, but if she was talking about being her friend, Mia knew she would get bored and leave. Everyone always did.