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Chapter 3
Ikuto and Utau sit eating the takeout that they had delivered. I stare down at the container, then stand up, "Bathroom," I say, and walk down the hall.
The door shuts behind me, and when I look up, I'm met with my reflection. My pink hair pulled back in a low pony tail, but flicks of hair are sticking up and curling over. The amber eyes are lifeless, and then, I see Ami.
I can see her broken bones poking out beneath the bruised and bloodied flesh, "Onee-chan!" She cried, the tears running down her face, "Help!" She screams, reaching out for me, I feel my heart speed up once more.
"Ami!" I scream, and reach out to her, I feel her cool touch, the blood splattering onto my skin, "I've got you!" Then the mirror shatters, and I'm holding nothing. My knees go weak and I fall backwards, it wasn't Ami's blood, but my own, that splattered onto me. Shards of glass are lying lifelessly on the floor.
The sting of the cuts makes this all real. I don't feel numb anymore… It's almost nice. My mind wanders to the idea of what if I just stabbed myself now. Would Ami still meet me on the other side? Or would I go straight to Hell for killing my baby sister?
It's not long before the door flies open and Utau shrieks, "Ikuto!" She falls before me, gingerly picking up my arms and examining them, "Amu, what'd you do?" Her violet eyes widen with fear and concern.
"I saw Ami," I smile, the tears running down my face.
"Utau?" I look up and his eyes lock with mine.
"She broke the mirror," Utau says, looking up as well.
He opens the doors under the cabinet and grabs a medical kit, "I'll clean up the glass, can you get her hands wrapped?" She nods and pulls me to my feet.
"Come on," she whispers, an arm around my waist.
"I'll be there once this is done," Ikuto yells down the hall.
"Hurry up!" Utau yells back, and swiftly seats me in the kitchen, "You're such a klutz Amu," she gives me a small smile, "stop worrying us."
"I'm sorry," I sigh, "I'll stop."
She pulls glass out of various cuts, and has to run water through some to get the smaller shards to come loose. The pain is good, I don't feel dead anymore.
A hand rests on my shoulder and I shriek. My head whips back and Ikuto gives me a sly grin, "That's not funny!" I yell, yanking my arm away from his sister.
"Hey, hey, hey," he places a hand on my head and grabs my arm lightly, "I'm sorry," he pulls my arm over and Utau goes back to wrapping it.
"Tell me if it's too tight," she smiles.
I nod, and once it's around my wrist, it becomes too tight, but I don't tell her. It hurts, not really bad though, it's a good pain.
"You didn't eat at all," Ikuto mumbles while cleaning up the water that was spilled on the floor, "Amu, you need to eat."
"Just not hungry right now…" My voice fades off and he only smiles.
"At least you're talking in sentences now," he throws the towels over to a corner and places the medical kit on the counter, "bed time?" He questions when I yawn.
"I guess," I nod, and he pulls me to my feet with a smirk.
"To my room then," and my cheeks flare up in red, "aww, look at that. You're blushing again, my little Amu is back," he brushes his cheek against mine.
Maybe I am alive after all.