"Hinamori-san?....Hinamori-san..?"
The voice echoed throughout my mind, and through my ears.
It was a boy, but I couldn't make it out..
"Hinamori-san.."
He tried again,
"…Hinamori-san!"
The voice was louder this time, and I my eyes opened with a jerk.
The boy in front of me looked worried, his crimson eyes flooding with concern.
His shiny blonde hair blew with the wind.
"T-Tadase-kun?"
I choked.
He smiled with the utmost relief, and he sighed.
Although they looked nothing alike, Tadase was Kumo's younger brother.
"Oh thank God!"
He exclaimed.
"I just came by for groceries, and I found you here! I thought you were dead when you didn't answer! What happened? Are you hurt? Look, your clothes are torn, do I need to take you to a hospital!?"
His questions weren't helping my throbbing head.
But that was Tadase, always wanting to help.
"I'm fine."
I lied.
"I just tripped and fell into some garbage."
He offered his hand, and pulled me up to my feet.
"Are you sure you're alright?.."
He didn't look convinced at my garbage story.
"Yes! I'm fine!"
I reassured.
Tadase was a..'friend', being Kumo's brother, I ran into him a lot.
He was cute..but not my type.
In my opinion, he tried to hard…all the time.
He liked me, it was obvious, but he and I both knew it was never going to happen.
He was a good friend, that was something he knew, and was proud of.
"Anyways,"
I laughed, and brushed the dirt from my knees.
"I've got to go home now,"
His smile faded.
"Okay…Becareful, Hinamori-san…"
He said, rather reluctantly.
"I will!"
I laughed.
"See you tomorrow!"
* * *
Getting home, I threw myself onto my bed, and took a deep breath.
"I'm SO tired!"
I yelled to no one.
"And HUNGRY!"
I sprung myself back onto my feet, and ran to the kitchen. I took out two bags of Ramen, and began to boil water from the kettle.
Ring! Ring! Riiiiiing!
I jumped, reached for my bag on the counter, and pulled out my phone.
"Hello?"
"Amu-chan! Where are you!?"
"At..home? Why?"
She let out a soft sigh.
"Thank GOD! I heard from Tadase that he found you on the park bench like you were just raped! Your clothes were torn and everything! Are you okay!?"
"Yes Kumo-chan…I'm fine…"
I suddenly…didn't feel too fine.
Raped?
I thought.
That's right! I was…raped…
GET AWAY FROM HER!
A small flash came back from last night, and tears sprung to my eyes.
"Amu-chan!!"
"!!...Oh…sorry…I'm just tierd.."
Again, like her brother she didn't seem convinced.
"Well…okay. Sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye."
She chirped.
"Bye.."
I hung up the phone, and tossed it on the counter.
I thought about last night.
"I wonder…who saved me….Tadase-kun was there and..Nah! No way he could have handled those thugs…"
I was talking to myself, and I found myself wandering back to my room.
I plopped back onto my bed, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed my face in it.
"I wish….I wish I knew where Ikuto was…"
With those words, the kettle began to whistle loudly, and I pushed myself up again, sprinting to the kitchen.
I poured the boiling water into the bowl with the ramen.
I walked into the living room once the ramen was done, and sat down, watching TV.
By this time, you might be wondering where my parents are.
Well, I don't have any.
My dad took off, and my mom passed.
So, I live on my own.
I have a part-time job, and my grandparents send me money.
But I don't mind it.
When I finished my Ramen, I decided to go back to bed…
I lay in my bed, and turned off the lights.
Thinking of Ikuto, I muttered one small word before falling asleep.
"…goodnight.."
I came home at around 11:47.
I lay on my bed feeling quite tired from the nights events.
My thoughts circled around that girl…Hinamori-san..
I pushed myself up from my bed, and walked over towards the window.
I stared at the moon.
Feeling the cold air, brought me to feel….lonely..
Hinamori-san… I thought …Tonight was something I don't ever want to do again.
"I hope she's okay…"
I whispered.
This girl…I don't know why, but she stands out to me….her beautiful pink hair….and the scent of her blood…Oh God…
That's why I made her leave class, although…I…didn't want her to…
Suddenly, the air brought on something foul…no longer cold and fresh…but…
"Good evening….Ikuto."
"You!!"
