Blerp, the long wait has come to an end. So sorry, my dead 20 readers, i got a bit caught up. I'm sure you understand, since everyone knows how bitchy school can be time-wise :O so many projects and now we're reading depressing Poe stories in LA -_-" yup, tell tale heart for example.
A god. That's what I thought at that moment when I stared at the ceiling, hearing those words. However, were gods...necessarily good? Was this a good god? Search the...house? Should I be excited? I shook my head, of course I should be. It was the ticket to freedom! But, my-I-...I was a slave, it-would a god...? Emotions ran through my mind, some that I havn't felt in a while. Nervousness, anxiety, fear, blurriness, excitement, distress, amazement, ecstatic, awe, longing, bewildered, and perhaps even lively. Perhaps even lively...
It took a while but it seemed my head was straightening up a bit. It was like a dirty, cement wall had finally been torn down. I could almost feel the new light entering my eyes. I was a slave. He was a god. And that god was going to help this slave! Find me! Please, please find me! Silence had been my master's reply to the official person, and I could tell he was comprehending the situation and planning how to hide me.
"Sir? I heard the official person. I could almost picture the scene, with my savior raising an eyebrow as my owner panicked underneath his smile.
"Ah, yes! Of course, officer, but may I ask what this is for?" Snapping back to reality, his acting skills hadn't dwindled a bit as he replied with a voice smooth as silk.
"A resident called a while ago, bringing up some concerns of theirs. They heard screams of resistance from this house." Came the answer. Putting my hand over my chest, I felt my heart beating quickly. Whether it was happiness or butterflies fluttering in my stomach, it didn't matter. Someone heard me! Someone finally, finally answered my cries for help. Finally!
"...Hahaha I see!" What? My owner had something up his sleeve. He gave a light-hearted laugh. What was he going to say? "Oh, I'm so sorry officer. That was my niece. You see, we were playing Super Smash Bros Brawl, a video game. I, of course, was dominating with Link, and my niece's very 'into it' attitude resulted into some screams. Hahaha." Bull! No! Officer, please don't believe him. Please don't believe him! Despair washed over me, my emotions were changing so quickly. He wouldn't believe my owner's lies, would he?
I opened my mouth to scream for help, but fear caused no sound to come out. So what if I got out? Wouldn't my owner chase me down and hurt me again? My mouth clamped shut and I buried my head into my hands. Besides, I was positive I'd just get hurt more if I angered my owner by screaming for help.
"Why, that's quite an amusing story sir. However, may I still inspect just to make sure and to reassure the caller?" The officer was still going to inspect! I smiled, and the knew I had to call for him. There was nothing to fear of it was absolute that I'd gain my freedom! My unstable mind brightened up.
"Help! Down in the basement! Officer!" I yelled as loud as I could, which wasn't too loud due to my body's weakness, but that was okay. Silence was heard above me and then I heard footsteps. They got louder and louder and then I saw the door creak open. Yes! Yes! Ye-! My lit eyes dulled. It was my...owner. It... Wha...?
"You bitch. You fucking damn bitch. You think you can run away from me? You think Imma LET you run away from me? What a joke. I knocked that officer out cold. Come on, you're getting outta here." I stared in horror, struck dumb. No...no! Freedom...but-it- no! He was angry, furious, he was gonna beat me. Punch me. Hurt me. He glared and grabbed my wrist, which I could tell would leave marks later. Quickly, he yanked me across the room and up the staircase, ignoring my gasps of pain. It was over. Deep down, I knew a chance like before would never appear again. No, not only that, but I had made my master furious. Pain, he was going to put me in more pain. Tears flowed down my face. Of course, seeing my tears, he slapped me. Harder than last time, too. "Amu...what did I say about leaking those damn tears?" I opened my mouth, shut it, and smiled instead. Maybe, if i was obedient, I'd have one less bruise to count. He smirked. I just nodded my head and smiled, with dried tear stains on my cheeks.
"Well aren't you an ass." A voice growled. I looked up, and had to repeatedly look away and back to believe what I was seeing. A figure stood at the doorway, pointing a pistol at us. Eyes wide, my owner let loose a string of curse words. The officer stared at me for a second, then gave me a reassuring smile.
"Officer, good to see you're alright. You took a nasty bump to the head, so I brought my niece to treat you-she's studying in medical school." My owner plastered on that sickening smile and brought his acting skills up a notch. However, no one was such a stupid fool as to believe him at this point.
"Drop the girl, put your hands up, and turn around. You are under arrest for abuse, kidnapping, and most likely more." Stammering, my owner finally let out a furious growl, and punched me.
"Bitch. This is all your fault!" The officer gave a shout of protest as my owner beat me for the last time. "Smile! Bitch!" My lips trembled and I finally twisted the edges upwards into a smile. A shot rang out as the officer shot my owner in the arm. With a cry of pain, he flung me into the wall. I landed on my side, panting.
I looked up at the officer, who was still pointing a gun at my owner. He gave me a pitiful glance then slowly reached for my owner's hands, and handcuffed them. I stared, still on my side. Was my smile still in place? I checked. It was. Was I happy right now? Or was it still from my owner's command? Pushing my owner in front of him, the officer nodded towards the police car while looking at me, signaling for me to get in as well. As I limped towards the car, I felt like I couldn't think. I reached for the door, but he stopped me from getting in the back.
"It's for this guy, and I don't think you want to be near him anymore." He gave me a gentle smile. While shoving my owner into the back, he icily stated "You have the right to remain silent, Tadase Hotori." Tadase...Hotori...I never knew that was his name. He...he never told me. He just said to call him "master." My thoughts were interrupted by the officer. Turning back to me, he rubbed the back of his head while extending the other arm for a handshake. He had blue hair...and indigo eyes...I admired them for a second before timidly shaking his hand. "Hello Miss, I'm Ikuto. Don't worry, I'm going to help you."
Ikuto? What a nice name... I tried to reply, but my eyes widened when I realized I couldn't. Ikuto gave me a worried glance. I coughed quietly and finally managed to squeeze out a raspy "A-Amu." Ikuto' s eyes flickered with interest and was about to say something, before shaking his head. What? Was something wrong? I tried to ask that but it came out in a weak croak. What was happening? What was wrong with me? I looked down at myself in panic, and quickly reached for my throat. Why couldn't speak? Why coul-
Because you're weak. Because you're trash. A voice in my mind sneered, and my eyes widened in disbelief. You were a slave. Which makes you next to nothing. I stumbled as I listened to all this. What? I wasn't "nothing." Was I? I heard myself make incoherent noises as I fell to my knees onto the ground. Freedom. But I'd just gained freedom...! Weak, the voice replied bluntly.
"A-Amu? Are you alright?" I felt my eyes glass over and Ikuto's voice become distant.
"W-w-weak...?" I finally mumbled, staring at nothing.
"Shit." Ikuto gingerly picked me up and attempted to sit me into the front seat. I flailed, I didn't want to be touched. However, I knew I was weak. Don't touch me, don't touch me, please! Worthless trash, beat up and left behind, the voice scoffed. Huh? Was I worthless trash? Trash taken over 100 times. And you could do nothing about it.
"W-weak..." I mumbled again. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why was it like this? I'd been rescued, so why was it like this? "Weak..." I almost choked as tears slowly dropped down.
"Strong." Another voice stated. I looked around, it was Ikuto. He was next to me now, in the driver's seat. "Strong." He repeated, patted me on the head, and turned the engine on. I stared in awe. Strong...
I blacked out.
Lol how'd it go? Review and tell me advice, suggestions, etc :D lol dont ask me whats wrong with amu, i personally dont know either. it just came up in my writing as a spur on the moment idea or whatever the expression is -_- and i was all "cool! lets do this and then figure something out later." haha i now dont have much prewritten anymore, except for a pathetic lonely paragraph :3 yup, sure you guys are gonna enjoy that huh? xD
~Lolly-chaaaaan OUT!