A/N: Okay, so I changed my penname to AmiYumi. It just…fits. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. Wow, 557 hits and only 18 reviews? I like it when people read, but I hate it when they don't review…oh yeah, this story has kinda drifted from being a true story in some ways, but some things really happened. Here's chapter four of Why did you give up on me, Yumi?
Last time: A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. Slowly, feeling sick, I walk towards the door and open it, revealing...
Yumi. My jaw dropped. I wasn't expecting to see her standing at the door. Why was she here?
"Don't say anything to me, bitch. We both know you started this. I am never going to be your friend again, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT. I am going to tell you what you really are: a heartless bitch and slut. You don't care about anyone, not even yourself! You think you're so "punk" by the way you dress? You're not! Nobody cares about you or your problems…you may as well commit suicide, or starve yourself! Are you still anorexic? I bet you are! I don't want anything to do with you!" Yumi said, and left.
What was that? It's true, what she said was true! Very angry and upset, I open my door, only to find Misaki standing there, looking very concerned.
"What's wrong, Ami?"
I shake my head, as if to say "Nothing."
"Come here…" Misaki says, sounding like she really was concerned.
It took me a moment, but I step forward, whispering, "Please don't worry about me, Misaki-san. You have your own problems; you don't need to be dealing with mine…" I broke off with a sob. "Listen, I know you care."
"Yes, I do, Ami. Please don't hurt yourself…you don't want to hurt yourself. You know better than that. I like you, Ami-chan. Remember that."
With that, she turned and left, leaving me to think: Maybe she really does care…
-
A/N: So, how'd you like that? I didn't really like it…it took so much for me to write this chapter. I know the animated Ami doesn't dress punk, but the former friend said I do. Whatever. Please review, it makes me update faster.