Hi guys! Here's the new chappie, please Review! Sorry that it's a very messed up fanfic but it will all be worth it in the end. Sorry I tend to write depressing fanfics, I don't know why so please don't ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC
The Book
Sky's POV
I looked at my reflection in my room as I gingerly applied the makeup to the lash mark on my cheek and when I had finished I stood back and stared at myself. Sometimes I wish I was never born. This torture has been going on for fifteen years; the visitors, the bed, the murder, the beatings. I really can't take much more of this hell. Father leaves incredibly early for work and that allows me to change into my Ouran dress, the dress he hates so much; I brushed it, grabbed my bag and headed out. I looked at the sky and saw a flock of birds fly overheard. I smiled as I heard them chirp and felt the warm sun on me. What a beautiful day, days like this are also what keep me going because if I were to end it all I would never be able to bask in the magnificence again. I heard voices up ahead and bowed my head allowing my hair to hide my face from the crowd of boys. This neighborhood was chock full of them.
~Time Skip~
The lunch bell rang and everyone left their classrooms for lunch. I grabbed my paper bag and small black composition notebook and headed out for the fountain that I was pushed into a little while back. I sat on the concrete and took a bite out of my apple as I took out my notebook. I flipped through the pages as I ate the juicy fruit then footsteps approaching me caught my attention and I looked up to see the girl whose boyfriend was with me a little while back. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were glaring at me, "H-Hi." I said with a very weak smile, "We've met quite a few times but I never caught your name." Her face grew more annoyed,
"It's Kiki." Then she bent down so her face was only a few inches from mine, "Listen here you whore, stay away from my boyfriend and stay away from the Host Club." I gulped and blinked nervously,
"O-ok, I-I understand." With a huff she turned around and waltzed to her boyfriend before dragging him inside with her, as she did so he looked at me with those eyes. Don't feel sympathetic towards me . . . this has always been like this. I sighed and crumbled my empty paper bag before tucking it under my thigh so it wouldn't blow away since a garbage can would never be caught on such an elegant school's campus. I commenced flipping through my book and smiled at the pages filled with words. Suddenly it was taken from my grasp and I gasped as I shot to my feet to see Kyoya holding it in his hand, observing it. "Hey give that back!" I cried as I tried to retrieve it, but of course he was too tall, "That's mine!" He was silent as he read the words that were never to be read by anyone's eyes but my own of course, and then he broke his silence,
"You are an incredible writer, Sky." I stopped my reaching and my eyes widened,
"Huh?"
"Smoke and fire are everywhere.
I run along, deafened by the sound,
The explosion casting tiny rockets to make my skin tear
And I watch the people panic all around.
Panic has taken over me
The smoke rises up like the thickest fog
And I wonder if safe is what I'll ever be.
As I run, frightened, I can only pray to God." He finished reading my poem and I was still staring with wide eyes. He closed my book gently and smiled down at me, "What's this for?" I gasped, snatched the book, and held it to my chest tightly as I looked ahead of me to avoid his dark gaze,
"It's for my English class. Our assignment was to wright a poem based on a wrong in the world we live in." I narrowed my eyes as my mind drifted and I began to speak words I didn't think of saying. "This horrible world where evil is in every nook and cranny. 'People send their kids to school; kids get shot. People watch a movie; they get shot. People run marathons for charity; they get bombed. Where is the innocence in the world is there even good left in us?' (1)" I gasped when I realized what words had tumbled out of my mouth; it was silent for a moment,
"Of course there is, you just have to search for it in others." I heard Kyoya reply with a smile and looked at him in surprise.
"Are you sure there's good in every person out there." I answer with half-closed eyes as I thought of him.
"No one on this earth was made evil; they just decided to take that path." He concluded adjusting his glasses and I looked down with a small sigh,
"I suppose you're right." He smiled,
"You truly have an amazing talent, Sky." I gasped with a slight blush,
"Uh, th-thank you." His smile brightened more,
"Well I must be heading off now, enjoy the rest of your lunch." I looked at him,
"Uh, y-yes. Y-you too, Kyoya-sempai!" He waved with the back of his hand as he headed for the building again. My eyes were still wide; I looked down then turned and sat back down without blinking. That was probably the longest time I've spoken to a guy other than Father. I began to tremble a little. Wh-why am I trembling now? I closed my eyes and leaned over. A very dark image of me tied up in black chains appeared in a dark grey world. I intentionally chained myself up to prevent myself from being hurt by boys. I would never talk to them after being abused for so long. One chain glowed yellow before crumbling away. I gasped and shot myself upward to sit straight and clutched my chest. "Wh-what's going on?" I dropped my black composition notebook as I held the sides of my head with wide eyes still and when the book hit the grass a piece of paper poked its way into my view. I spotted it and slowly reached for the book. When I picked it up and flipped the book open to the page, I gasped when I saw the separate piece of paper inside. It read: 'You truly have an amazing talent, Sky, never let that go. Instead pursue it and achieve maximum greatness. You're a quiet girl but inside you seem to have quite a story to tell. –Kyoya.' Tears began to form in my eyes and . . . was I . . . smiling? Did a guy make me smile? It has been so long since that happened, honestly I faintly remember if that ever did. Perhaps the Host Club is what I needed to free myself from the chains I've tied myself in. I smiled at the notebook. And one chain has broken because of this book.
(1) Quote from Tumblr
The poem referred to the tragic bombing in Boston, Massachusetts. If any of you out there are affected by it, remember to always stay strong and never give up. Keep your head held high and never show that you are subjected to terror. My prayers and thoughts are with all of you affected by this tragedy. But in any case always remember "If you're lost and alone, or you're sinking like a stone, carry on." Quote from FUN's Carry On.
Well yay a happy chapter for Sky! P.S Sorry if Kyoya seemed OOC ^^;
Hope to see you all next chapter. :)