I don't own Kappa Mikey. I do own any OCs and the plot to this story.

Thanks for the advice Emerald8!


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thought

flashback

dream

Elizabeth's POV

I looked at the fresh cuts on my arm as the crimson blood streamed down. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face when the sting turned into a throbbing sensation. It had been two days since I had started cutting, and to be honest, I couldn't have felt better. My mood had dramatically improved, which I think freaked everyone out. Although, I couldn't be sure whether it was the cutting or the fact that I wouldn't be transforming again for a while that actually improved it. It was probably the cutting. Cutting, I never thought I would do it, since I used to faint at the sight of my own blood. Maybe since this was self inflicted, and not an accident, I was fine with it. A steady knocking at the door brought me out of my blank state of mind.

"Elizabeth, could I talk to you for a minute?" Mitsuki's voice asked from the other side of the door. I panicked and got a large bandage from my dresser drawer and put the mirror under my sheet.

"Come in," I said, trying to sound as if I had nothing to hide. Mitsuki opened the door slowly and walked in. She looked at the bandage on my arm and her eyes glimmered with worry.

"What happened?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep myself from sounding suspicious. Thoughts of what would happen if Mitsuki found out about what I was doing, most containing scenes of therapy or my death, raced through my head.

"Why do you have that bandage on your arm?" she asked, and I was thanking God that my other cuts had turned almost the same exact same color as my skin and were almost fully healed (courtesy of my curse).

"Oh, I was drinking a soda earlier and accidently dropped it. I got a small cut while I was cleaning up the glass, but I only have the large bandages, so I had to use them," I said, hoping that Mitsuki would buy it.

"I see," she said. Yes, hook, line, and sinker!

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, sitting on the bed.

"I just wanted you to know that Lily really is sorry. She didn't think you'd let her in here after... You know," she said, trailing off into thought before quickly snapping back to reality.

"That? I'm completley over that silly thing. I was just pissed at the time, that's all. Believe me, if I was still mad about it, would I be in such a good mood?" I asked, putting on my best innocent face. A mask of innocence, one might call it, since I clearly wasn't innocent, not anymore.

"I guess not, but I just wanted to be sure you were all right," she said.

"Well, I assure you that I am. I don't mean to be rude, but I need to get some work done," I said.

More cutting, or maybe I'll work on that short story I've been writing.

"Well, I'd better go then," she said, and her eyes showed a bit of hurt before she left. When she closed the door, I went back over to my bed and slipped the mirror piece under my pillow.

Mitsuki, I wish I could be more friendly, but I just can't.

"Ooh, so tired. I guess I lost more blood than I thought. Or maybe I'm just stressing out too much," I whispered in the direction of the cuckoo clock, where the wolf would be waiting patiently for the sheep for the next thirty minutes. I flopped down on my bed and stared at "Le Lycanthrope" for a few minutes before falling into a deep sleep.

I was laying down in a snowy meadow, far from all my fears and worries, for I was now a nine year old girl who had a loving brother. The only sounds were the rustling of branches and birds singing their final symphony before the sun set. Soon the moon was in the sky, it's white face round and bright. I sat up when a familiar voice called out.

"Elizabeth, time to go!" the voice shouted as its owner walked out of the nearby brush.

"Ok Cedric, be right there," I yelled, quickly hiding a red flower, one of only ones that survived the winter snow, behind my back. I ran up to the white haired boy and we started through the forest, the snow crunching beneath our feet.

"What do you have behind your back, Elizabeth?" the sixteen year old asked.

"I picked one of the last flowers we'll see this year for you," I said, handing him the flower.

"Thank you. This means a lot," he said, before grasping my shoulder and running.

"Tag, you're it Liz!" he yelled, and I quickly ran to find him. I ran after him, following the sounds of his footsteps and laughing until I came across a clearing. Cedric was lying face-down in the snow, and I became worried.

"Brother? Are you all right? Q-quit playing around Cedric! It's not funny!" I yelled before running over. I shook him gently, trying to wake him up. I turned him over and saw the look of fear on his face and the slash on his throat. I stepped back near a large tree and trembled. Unknown to me, a black shadow with glowing red eyes was forming behind me into the shape of a giant wolf. It opened its jaws and devoured me whole, enveloping me in darkness before it started shaking its head wildly. I screamed over and over, "Help me Cedric!"

I woke up screaming, with Gonard shaking me gently. I looked up and saw that everyone else was with him, even Ozu and Yesman. Each one had a look of concern, or in Lily's case, a look of concern and that of a rabid animal that wanted to tear me apart. I looked around for a minute to figure out where I was.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice shaking in fear.

"You were screaming in your sleep," Mikey said before yawning.

"I w-was? I was having a nightmare, a bad one. I'm fine," I said, and one by one everyone left until only Ozu and Yesman remained.

"Elizabeth, I think I should tell you that you were screaming "Help me Cedric" the entire time," Ozu said, his voice calm.

"Yes, very loudly," Yesman replied.

I gave a quick glance at the picture before saying, "It's nothing. Cedric was my brother, so I guess I was just calling for him out of instinct," I said, cringing under Ozu's look. He began to walk out, but stopped.

"If you ever want to talk to someone, Elizabeth, both mine and Yesman's doors are always open," he said.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind," I said before he and Yesman walked out.

I spent the rest of the night watching the ceiling and walls closely for any sign of the shadow from my dream.