MANDATORY AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter Six, whoop! Not much to say, only that things are gonna heat up a lot more from now on. This chapter doesn't have any memories in it, believe it or not. Get reading!
DISCLAIMER: This disclaimer applies to the entire story. Kingdom Hearts and any and all things having to do with it do not belong to me. However, the plot and plot events are entirely MINE, along with the band Destiny's Embrace, the use of the word Hikari as a name, and the characters' personalities.
NOTES: Story is still rated T right now, but eventually will go up to M. This chapter has some foul language in it.
ENJOY!
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Chapter Six
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Kairi stared at her face in the mirror, tired and blotchy from crying herself to sleep. She was an emotional wreck, and she wasn't even trying to deny it anymore. She wasn't strong enough to keep faking confidence and control, and her last argument with Sora had been the breaking point. It was one thing for her to know that Sora hated her, but it was a whole different thing to feel it. She felt his hatred digging into her mind like a hornet or a buzz drill, gnawing at her defenses in violent attempts to destroy her. It must have succeeded, because she had broken the one oath she had made to herself, cutting into her skin as if her body had a message of hope for healing inside. The open gashes stung as she pulled a hoodie on over the top of her head, wearing nothing beneath it but a bra. She felt ugly and worthless and everybody else thought so, too, so she might as well dress like a slob to give them something to laugh about.
Kairi went back into her bedroom, debating skipping school altogether. Sure, she had gotten all of the Home Ec homework done on her own, but she didn't know if she could face Sora. There was always a chance that he wasn't even going to show up to class, but if he did . . . God, she was such a joke. It had been a mistake coming back to school. It was only week two, and she already wanted to give up.
The redhead threw her hair into a ponytail, shimmied into some skinny jeans and Vans, and headed out to her car without giving Memory much of a good-bye. She cried silently on the way to school, allowing the tears to streak down her make-upless face. She watched the road ahead of her fixedly, not even trying to stop thinking about Sora. Fuck Vanitas and fuck everyone else. She loved Sora, dammit, and she wanted him back. She wanted things to go back to the way they once were, when she was a child and she still had her innocence.
Kairi had to pull over on the side of the freeway, she was shaking and crying too hard to see anything clearly. She rested her head against the steering wheel, praying aloud for God to take away these horrid torrents of emotions—to make her impervious to pain. But she knew in her heart that it was impossible for her to stop loving Sora. He was her everything, and it was too late to tell him that.
She was late to school, and in home room, Namine could tell something was wrong.
"What's the matter, Kai?" she asked after the bell had run.
'Kai,' she thought miserably, her chin quivering. 'That's what Sora used to call me . . .'
"It's . . . It's nothing," Kairi said, her voice high-pitched and breathy. She refused to look at Namine, knowing that if she did, then the concern in her eyes might undo her.
"Is it about Sora?" she whispered. "Everyone's talking about what happened outside the club . . . Someone saw you guys fighting."
Kairi went pale and hung her head. "God, how embarrassing . . ." she mumbled weakly. "We got into this stupid fight because I was late, and he was pissed. Then his cousin pulled him away and I got into my car with Vanitas."
"With Vanitas?" Namine's eyes nearly fell out of her head. "You were in a car with him?"
Kairi blushed and nodded. "Yeah. We . . . We kissed."
Namine gasped, "You kissed him? Kairi! That's like . . . That's like kissing Sora!"
"Then you understand how I feel," Kairi groaned, resting her head on her desk. She felt Namine's comforting hand on her back, patting it soothingly. If there was one person that she was thankful for in her life, it had to be Namine. They'd already become great friends in such a short span of time that Kairi didn't know what she'd do without her.
"It'll all turn out fine, Kairi," Namine said optimistically. "Have you gotten much writing done yet?"
Kairi sat up, passing a hand wearily across her face. "Some. I started writing a fake letter to Sora . . ."
"Well, that's good!" Namine gushed, her baby blue eyes lighting up. "Maybe some day you will get to show it to him."
"Chyeah," she snorted. "Maybe in an alternate universe where everything goes perfectly for me."
Namine frowned. "Kairi, something's really different about you today," she said sadly. "You're not usually so . . . Cynical."
"I feel like shit, Nami," Kairi mumbled. "I cried all the way to school, and I just want to cry now. I look and feel ugly and I just want to go home."
Namine looked sad. "I'm sorry, Kairi . . . I wish there was something I could for you . . . Hm . . ." Then, she gasped and sat upright in her seat. A few nearby classmates turned from their conversations (Homeroom was really more of a lax study hall) to see what the fuss was about, but lost interest a second later when Namine smiled sweetly at them.
"What, Namine?" Kairi asked, brows knitting together in puzzlement.
"I could talk to him for you," she suggested. "See what he's really thinking."
"No way!" Kairi said, waving her hands back and forth fearfully. "He'd only hate me even more."
"Not if we do this right . . ." Namine tapped her chin, looking down at her sketchpad as if some sort of solution would magically appear there. This was a side of Namine that Kairi liked—the side that just wanted Kairi to be happy. She was always trying to lift her up when she was mad or sad, talking her through her writing process in the Art room at lunch every day. Kairi loved her for it, but sometimes she felt bad because she wasn't exactly the most compassionate of girls. Kairi didn't really know how to be so selfless, even if she wanted to be, though she supposed it had something to do with the loss of Hikari.
"I have an idea," Namine said thoughtfully. "Are you opposed to going to your old girlfriends, Olette and Fuu?"
Kairi's expression soured as her mind rewound back to the first day of school, when she'd heard those girls trash talking her in the bathroom. She wasn't opposed to making things right with them, but she wasn't exactly all for it. She wouldn't be able to trust them—not after the way they'd treated her.
Namine smiled knowingly. "I can tell that's not a plan you're down for . . ." She sighed. "Well . . . You guys have that project; maybe you should just invite him over to your house? A calming atmosphere where you guys are alone might give you the chance to actually talk about what happened."
Kairi clenched her teeth, the thought of being alone with him and having to talk about everything seeming stressful and pointless. He wasn't going to care, either way. Any way you looked at this situation, it became so overwhelming that Kairi just wanted to stop breathing.
"What do you think you should do then?" she asked worriedly. "I don't want you to feel depressed, or anything . . ."
"I . . . I don't know." Kairi chewed nervously on her lower lip. Namine did have a point, though. Maybe what Sora and her needed was some alone time. But . . . He had said only public places . . . God, why did this have to be so difficult? Why did he have to be so difficult?
"Has your letter helped you sort out your emotions at all?" Namine asked. "I feel like maybe you should finish it and give it to him when it's done. Maybe it'll give you the closure that you need?"
"But Nami . . ." Kairi said sadly, looking at her friend imploringly. "I don't want closure. I want him."
Namine sighed again and leaned over to pat Kairi's hand affectionately. "Then it'll all work out. Do you believe in the Law of Attraction?"
Kairi tilted her head to the side curiously. "What's that?"
"Well, there's a lot to it, but in your situation, what you need to know is that good things happen to you if you truly believe that they will. Positive energy attracts positive energy, and negative attracts negative," she explained. "I do affirmations every night to ensure that I keep my spirits up and stay positive."
"Affirmations?"
She waved a dismissive hand. "Just things I say out loud or write down that enforce positivity. I would suggest you try to do them, but the letter that you're writing to Sora is already doing that in some ways. So keep doing what you're doing, and it'll all turn out all right."
Kairi said, "Well, maybe it would be a good idea to talk to Olette or Fuu. One or the other, though. The two of them together could be bad news."
"All right," Namine said brightly. "And I'll go with you, so don't worry. They've been nice to me in Art class so far."
And thus it was decided: Kairi was going to try and get her old friends back, all in the hopes that she would one day have the life she had loved once again.
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Namine held the Starbucks door open for Kairi, giving her an encouraging smile as she passed by her. The girls were about to meet up with Olette and Fuu, the latter knowing full well that the former would be there. Kairi was nervous, excited, and a little sad that it had come to this. They had been close for years before Junior year—they'd met in seventh grade in the Library during lunch, and had been a trio ever since then. They'd sworn to be "best friends forever," but forever had come to an abrupt end without any of them knowing it.
"They aren't here yet," Namine announced, eyes scanning the crowded coffee shop. They found a table in the corner, near the window, and sat down beside each other to chat and wait.
The smell of the roasted beans reached Kairi's nostrils, and while the redhead wasn't much of a coffee drinker, she still loved the smell. Sora loved coffee, and she remembered making it for him more than a few times when everyone else was having soda or hot cocoa. She still knew how he liked it, too: black with just a teaspoon of sugar. "It makes me feel more manly," he'd said when she'd asked him about it in the summer of Sophomore year.
Where was the goofy Sora who used to worry so much about whether or not he was "cool" or "manly" enough? Now he was too much cool and too much man, and not enough goof. The goof was what was so attractive about him. The goof was what—or who—she had fallen in love with.
"You gonna be okay?" Namine asked, touching her shoulder.
"Yeah," Kairi said softly. "Just a little nervous . . ."
Namine smiled, and it went all the way to her eyes. "Remember what I said yesterday morning: Stay positive. Everything will turn out all right if you remain positive, okay?"
"Thanks, Nami," Kairi said with a small, grateful smile.
The girls fell into a comfortable silence, Namine gazing out at the bustling shopping center the Starbucks was located in and Kairi staring at her hands in her lap. Her "little" had actually meant "a lot," and she was close to sweating through her deodorant. Olette and Fuu were nice girls when you were their friend, but when you were their enemy, they could be nastier than an overprotective mother lion. Those girls had claws, and they had already used them on Kairi multiple times. It was going to be a difficult task talking to them, as they hadn't given her a chance last year, but as long as she had Namine for support and positive expectations, she hoped it would go well.
The positivity hadn't worked for Home Ec yesterday, though. It was only two days after the day that Sora and Kairi had fought outside the night club, so when he actually showed up to class, the immediate tension that fell over the room was stiflingly thick. Kairi had wanted nothing more than to go into a corner and cry, and Sora was making it plainly obvious that he was angry with both her and Tidus. Tidus had given her a friendly wave that had made Sora shoot him a glare so withering that it even scared Kairi.
The time to work on the day's classwork for the Marriage project rolled around, and the silence that stretched between Sora and Kairi had been stony. In a desperate, last ditch attempt to get some form of approval from him, Kairi had politely offered to complete the rest of the assignment without him since he obviously wasn't comfortable working with her. She knew it was stupid, since there was probably going to be a speech that they would both have to rehearse, but she was at the end of her rope. Kissing Vanitas had only made her want Sora back more. She knew that all this violence and anger wasn't the real him, and she just knew that if she could get him back, get him to believe the truth about Riku, then he might become himself again.
Anyway, Sora's reaction had been less than enthusiastic, and he had given her a sour look.
"You're the one who made such a big deal about me working on this with you, so I'm gonna do it. You said I break my promises, right? Yeah, well I'm not breaking this one."
Kairi had bit back a snarky reply that probably would have been somewhere along the lines of, "Too bad this promise isn't the one that counted."
Instead, Kairi had kept quiet and made plans with him to meet up and work on whatever the next homework was going to be, but she didn't count on him calling her or showing up. He had been cold toward her, but not outright mean like he had been before, but she didn't want to get too optimistic. In spite of Namine's belief in positivity begetting positivity, Kairi was so depressed that her mind simply wouldn't allow her to think optimistically about Sora.
She had two more cuts on her hips to prove it.
"They're here," Namine said quietly, looking to the door.
Kairi's heart leapt and she sat up straight, clasping her hands in front of her on the table and watching as her two former best girlfriends came up slowly. Their eyes were guarded, but their faces were void of hostility, so Kairi took it as a good sign. More than anything, she just wanted this meeting to go smoothly.
"Hi," Olette said warily, emerald green eyes traveling back and forth between Namine and Kairi.
"Hey," Kairi said, unable to keep the slight tremor out of her voice.
Fuu crossed her arms over her chest and said simply, "Why?"
Kairi and Namine exchanged glances, but before Kairi could say anything, the blonde spoke.
"I thought it might be nice for the four of us to hang out," Namine said kindly. "You guys have been super nice to me in Art, and I thought we'd all get along."
Fuu sat down, but Olette remained standing. She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. "Don't you know who she is?" She gestured to Kairi. "Don't you know what she did?"
"I know exactly who she is," Namine said firmly. "And I know exactly what Riku did."
Olette shook her head, the expression of disgust that I had grown so accustomed to seeing upon everyone else's face appearing on hers. "You must be the only one dumb enough to believe her lies, Namine. Why would you—"
"Riku has gotten a hold of other girls besides Kairi, Olette." Namine's tone was icy. "Please . . . Just sit down."
Kairi gazed at Namine in awe. She'd never seen her be so confident before. Was it because she was helping Kairi out? Or was it because she felt lighter after telling Kairi her secret? Nonetheless, Kairi was eternally grateful for her presence because good Lord, this was uncomfortable. Two seconds in, and Olette was already insulting her.
So much for optimism.
Olette sat down hard next to Fuu and glared directly at Kairi.
"We aren't stupid—we know why you invited us here," Olette spat. "So say what you need to say so we can just leave."
Kairi tensed up and looked to Namine. What she saw there was love and friendship, and even a little bit of belief. Namine believed in Kairi, and that gave Kairi the strength she needed. She looked Olette directly in the eyes, and then Fuu, and then she spoke.
"Look, you guys," she said haltingly, hesitantly. "I know . . . Things got weird last year. I know you may not have understood why I accused Riku of raping me. I also know that you may not have wanted to believe that it was true. But . . . Well, I'm just going to come out and say it. It is true. He did rape me—for four years, he was raping me, and before that, he molested me for five. It may not make sense to you, and you may not like it, but it happened and it's real. What he did to me . . . Is real." Kairi's voice caught in her throat as her emotions started to sneak up on her, the thought of Hikari coming to her mind.
"I don't know how else to get you guys to believe me," Kairi said thickly, wiping her eyes with her thumbs. "I went to you first, Olette, because you were my best friend and I thought you'd understand. But you didn't, and it hurt so fucking bad. First to have Sora and his family turn me away, and my family, and then yours . . . Do you know what that's like? And then after that, everyone? This whole city thinks I'm a fucking joke. I'm completely alone, and if it weren't for Namine, I'd have nobody."
Fuu and Olette looked at each other, and then Fuu said, "Proof?"
"I was pregnant with his daughter!" Kairi exploded, her temper flaring at the gall of these people. "What more proof do you need?!"
"How do you expect us to believe that—" Olette started, but Namine cut her off.
"Olette, what kind of life would this be if all the people we trusted never took what we said with a grain of salt?" she said softly, causing everyone at the table to look at her. She arched her brow. "I believed Kairi when no one else did, and I had never met her before. Do you think that's fair?"
"Why?" Fuu asked.
"Yeah, why?" Olette supplied. "Why would you believe her, when everyone else knew she was lying?"
"There you go again!" Kairi cried, waving her hands about in frustration. "What's with the 'knew'? I had never lied to you guys before and you know that. So how could you already know I was lying?!"
"You—"
Namine stopped her again, saying curtly, "I believed Kairi because the same thing happened to me."
Kairi hurriedly reached for Namine's hand. She was about to tell her story again, and it would not be easy if she was facing down Fuu and Olette. Their reaction to Kairi's tale had been pitiless and cold; would their reaction to Namine's be the same?
"Riku raped me at my Sweet Sixteen birthday party," she said with no emotion in her voice. Her tone was nearly robotic, and Kairi would have thought she didn't care if she wasn't squeezing the life out of the redhead's fingers. "He raped me in the broom closet of an ice skating rink, told me that nobody would believe me if I told, and then threatened to hurt me. He did this all on our six month anniversary, too. I dated him for a year. How long do you think I was going through that torture? He raped me countless times for the six months after the first time."
"N-Namine . . ." Olette said, both Fuu and she looking taken aback.
Namine gestured to Kairi. "If that was happening to me for six months, think how long it was happening to Kairi. It started when she was a little kid."
"He was sexually abusing me for nine. Years," Kairi said bitterly to them. "Nine years. And I was too scared to tell anyone, because he said he would hurt me."
"Kairi," Fuu said softly, reaching across the table for her hand. There were tears in the one crimson eye that showed through her cropped silver hair. Kairi grabbed onto it tightly, her heart swelling and her eyes spilling over. She could see it on her face: the forgiveness, the acceptance.
One down, one to go.
"But then you got pregnant," Olette said in response to Kairi's earlier statement.
Kairi nodded. "Then I got pregnant. And I couldn't keep it a secret anymore. So I told my mom, she panicked, and then my dad and Riku came in and started freaking out. My dad kicked me out, so I went to Sora, and . . . Well, you know the rest."
"Kairi, I'm so sorry!" Olette wailed, falling into bone-shaking sobs. She got up and walked around the table to embrace Kairi, who was now also crying. "I should have believed you. I don't know why I didn't . . . Oh, I'm just so sorry. We left you like that . . . We should have been better friends!"
Fuu joined the hug, and the three girls wept together for a bit while they made sense of their emotions. Beyond all the sadness, though, Kairi was elated. She was overjoyed at the fact that she now had two more people on her side—people that she cared for most. People that she had thought she'd lost. Now, she wouldn't be so alone anymore.
The girls all sat back down, everyone smiling from ear to ear. Namine was obviously elated, too, and she gave Kairi a little hug as well.
"I'm so happy for you guys," Namine gushed.
"Yes, but . . . Why didn't you just go to your parents sooner?" Olette asked, looking horrified. "Nine years is such a long time . . ."
"I didn't know what was going on at first," Kairi explained, wiping her eyes free of all remaining tears. "I was too little to understand. It wasn't until he first raped me that I knew something was wrong. Up until then, I don't know if my brain actually registered that the Riku during the daytime was the same as the Riku who came in the night."
Olette was crying again. "That's awful, Kairi . . ."
"I think I tried to tell Sora once," Kairi said absently, closing her eyes. "When I was eight, when it first started. I told him a monster kept coming to my room, so we had a sleepover, and Riku never came that night. Then the two of them got into a fight, and I told Sora that Riku was the monster. I don't think he understood. I don't think that I understood. Ugh, it's all so fucked up."
"Infuriating," Fuu growled, slamming a fist down on the tabletop.
"Yeah!" Olette and Namine agreed.
"He's getting away with doing this to you and to Namine?" Olette said angrily. "We should go to the police now!"
"It's too late," Kairi said sadly. "There's no point, anyway . . . It's been too long for both of us."
She gazed off out the window somberly. The fact that Riku would never be punished for his crimes was something that Kairi had come to terms with long ago. The only people whose opinions she cared for at the moment were Olette's, Fuu's, and Sora's. They were the three most important people to her at the time it had all happened, and now that she had two of them back, there was only one left. Sure, her father had been important to her and still was, but he was a stubborn guy. Eventually, he would come around and want to come talk to her again. He was nice enough to allow her mother to get her the apartment and the groceries and everything, he just didn't want to speak to her or see her. He had told her "ever again," but her mother had told her "just for right now." Kairi didn't know what to think, so she just kept it out of her mind like she did the matter of Hikari.
"Too long?" Olette's brow furrowed. "How could it be too long? You were pregnant! Isn't that proof enough for the law?"
Namine went pale, and Kairi kept her gaze lowered. This was the one thing Kairi never wanted to talk about aloud. She never even talked about it inside her head. She had told Namine that it was too painful, and she'd meant it.
"I don't want to talk about it," Kairi replied. "I'm sorry."
"But—"
Fuu touched her arm, and a look of understanding passed between Kairi and the silverette.
"Well . . ." Olette sighed. "What I don't get is why Sora of all people didn't believe you. You guys have—er, had been friends since you were little . . . He's so mean to you now!"
Namine and Kairi exchanged glances.
"We need your help," Namine said sincerely. "Badly . . ."
"Anthing!" Fuu exclaimed, squeezing Kairi's hand in hers.
"Yes!" Olette agreed. "You want us to talk to Sora? We're friends with his girlfriend—we'll talk to her."
Kairi brightened. "You're friends with her? You will?"
"Yeah!" Olette said. "After what we did to you, we owe you so freakin' much, dude! We'll have like, a sleepover thingy. Why don't you come, Kairi? Then you could talk to her yourself!"
Kairi blanched. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I . . ." She trailed off, not wanting to reveal her intense, deep feelings for Sora. Even if Olette and Fuu wanted to be friends with her again, she still didn't trust them the same way that she had before. The only person who knew how she felt about Sora was Namine, and Namine wasn't like Olette and Fuu. Namine was trustworthy.
"Yeah, dude, come on!" Olette insisted. "This Friday, come over and it'll all go well, I promise."
So Kairi agreed, because she did want to get some answers, and because she wanted things to be like they once were. Sleepovers every weekend with Olette and Fuu had been standard back in the day. They tried to invite Namine, but she declined, and Kairi knew it was because this was something Kairi needed to do alone. The girls hung out for a couple of hours at the coffee shop, getting to know each other again and having a fun time. However lighthearted and fun their time together was, though, Kairi still couldn't shake the image of Sora's face from her mind.
She was going to make things right, if it was the last thing she did.
~x~
Kairi was sitting in the middle of her bed, working on her Anatomy homework while listening to some Suicide Silence on her laptop when her phone started to ring. It was Wednesday afternoon, and ever since making up with her friends the day before, her phone hadn't left her hip. Fuu and Olette were texting her nonstop, showering her with praise and compliments and apologizing repeatedly for what they had done. Kairi didn't really care for their apologies though, because she had already forgiven them, and was just happy to be with them again. Namine had been accepted into the group fully as well, too, and that day at lunch, the four girls had eaten together in the Cafeteria in full view of Sora and his bandmates (minus Riku, of course, since he'd graduated last year). It felt great to have friends again, so when her phone rang, Kairi answered it without looking.
"Hi!" she said brightly, expecting it to most likely be Olette, since Fuu was a girl of few words.
"Uh . . . Hey?" A cautious voice responded, and Kairi's heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.
"Oh . . . Sora, hey." Kairi immediately lowered her voice, feeling embarrassed for answering his call without first checking who it was. Things were even weirder with him now than before. Ever since their fight, he had been subdued and cold, and while she was happy that he wasn't being downright cruel toward her anymore, she felt as though his frostiness was quite possibly worse.
"Do you want to meet up to work on the homework?" he asked. There was no emotion in his tone—no anger, no hatred, no sadness, no joy . . . Nothing.
"I . . . I already did it," Kairi gulped.
". . . Oh," he said. There was a small silence, and then his voice was muffled as he spoke to someone else who was in the room. Then, he came back, and abruptly said, "Are you and Vanitas hooking up, or something?"
Kairi blinked. "N-No," she said. She hadn't called him back yet . . . She didn't have any plans to, either. Her focus was entirely on Sora.
"Are you sure?" The sharpness and irritation was slowly creeping back into his tone. "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not, Sora!" Kairi protested, her hotheadedness rising to meet his annoyance. "And even if I was, why would you care? You have a girlfriend already."
"Tidus saw you guys making out," Sora accused, ignoring her words. "So obviously you are, and you just lied to me, which proves that you're a fucking liar."
"Sora!" Kairi exclaimed. "What the Hell? I'm not hooking up with Vanitas! We kissed once!"
"Yeah, right after you and I get into a fight?!" Sora was yelling back now, and Kairi knew whatever minimal amount of progress they had made was now lost because she, too, was pissed off.
"Sora, I can hook up with Vanitas if I want!" she shouted into the receiver. "I'm not your girlfriend; maybe you should be worried about her."
"God, you really are slutty!" Sora scowled, ignoring her once again. It was like he was trying to convince himself that she was all these horrible, untrue things. "To go after my twin? That's fucking golden, Kairi. Just fucking golden. First your own brother, and now mine. Priceless."
Kairi had been on such an emotional rollercoaster the past week that his words breezed past her anger and she began to seethe. "Sora, you're a jerk. You're a horrible friend, and you're a jerk."
"Nice comeback, Kairi," Sora scoffed. "You think of that while you were fucking my brother?"
"You know what? Fine!" she yelled. "If you want me to fuck your brother so bad, then I will. I fucking will."
"Haven't you already?" he spat.
"God, you're ridiculous!" She combed her fingers through her hair exasperatedly. "Sora. I have never slept with Vanitas. The only guy I've ever slept with forced me into it and—"
"Why do you keep trying to make me believe that shit?"Sora demanded. "Why? I'm never going to believe you. You are a liar."
Kairi just about lost it. "Because you were supposed to be my best fucking friend! Olette and Fuu believe me, and so does Tidus. Why can't you?"
"Good for them," he said sarcastically. "I don't give two flying fucks who believes you."
Kairi felt the sadness in her torn soul as she started to cry, unable to comprehend why Sora was being this way. He was trying to hurt her. Why? Why was he doing this to her? Why would he call her just to yell at her and insult her, and accuse her of things that weren't true?
What was wrong with him?
"Sora, please," she sobbed into the phone. "I needed you."
"And I needed you!" he shouted. "But you're too fucking wrapped up in your own shit that you have to make up lies to get attention when the lights aren't on your stage."
"Sora, what are you talking about?" Kairi spluttered.
"Just fuck off, Kairi," he growled before hanging up.
The line went dead, and Kairi threw it across the room as hard as she could. She let out a scream of outrage and began to pace back and forth in her bedroom. She hated when she got angry like this. It was so overwhelming, tossing and turning inside of her and burning her from the inside out. The only thing she wanted to do was cut, but she had already relapsed twice in the past few days—it would be counterproductive if she relapsed again.
"FUCK!" Kairi screamed, nearly tearing out a chunk of her hair in the process. She kicked the wall with her bare foot and then cried out in pain. Memory came peeling into the room, panicking and barking at the top of her lungs, and it was just too much for Kairi to deal with.
And so she let the razor kiss her skin again night, feeling the blood sliding down her thigh and the tears against her cheeks.
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A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed it! Make sure you LEAVE a REVIEW. Thank you to everyone who HAS reviewed me so far. Your support is phenomenal and makes me enjoy what I do. ^_^