Again, I am sorry about the length of this. It seems to be my downfall huh? My cat has been very sick, and I've been rather preoccupied lately. So, um, in this chapter, finally you will learn why Miku hates being in front of people and why Meiko hates her so. I was actually thinking about this chapter in class today. And my cat...So again I apologize that my length of things has been not up to par lately. Please enjoy!
"So tell me, seriously, what did I do that was so bad to you?"
Meiko and I walk side by side as we make our way out of school. My hand still hurt from writing all those sentences. Teto walked behind us, jamming out to whatever she was listening to (Purple Samurai most likely).
"Well, first of all, it has nothing to do with you taking that big liking Kaito…He mentioned you actually, on our last date Tuesday." Meiko says, staring at the ground.
I can't hide my surprise. "H-He did?!"
"Yep." She says, "He wouldn't shut up about you. All that came out of his ice cream covered mouth was Miku this, Miku that…" I can tell by her voice that she was very jealous.
"Oh." I blush, "What did he say?"
"Mostly how he wanted to get to know you better…that clueless boy…"
"I like how he can be clueless sometimes." I say, giggling like a little fangirl. "He's so cute when he does that."
"Yeah, he is, isn't he?" Meiko says, blushing too. "He is so nice and cute."
"Yep! I really wish he was my boyfriend…I'd love that…" I say, my eyes sparkling and my mind zoning out to my happy lovey-dovey world.
Meiko hastily decides to change the subject. "S-So anyway, the reason I don't like you is because you is because you...you tried to kill me."
"What?" I ask. I stop thinking about Kaito and turn my brain on to thinking mode. "When?"
"It was a while ago actually." She says, her eyes distant, "When we were little. Back then, we were friends. Remember?"
"NO!" I say, very confused. "I don't remember that! In fact…" Suddenly, my brain becomes foggy. "I don't remember anything from my childhood. My earliest memory was from 2nd grade…"
"Exactly." Meiko says, putting a hand on my shoulder. "That day is branded in my head forever. You don't remember because…well…"
…
"Dad!" I yell, slamming the door open.
"Hey!" He yells back, a shot glass in his hand. "Why you doing being so loud?! Where were you anyway?"
"Dad, why didn't you tell me about the accident in 2nd grade!" I practically scream, tears of anger in my eyes.
"Oh, that?" He asks, his face looking bored. "Because your brain damage made you forget it all. Wait…"
"DAD!" I scream so loud that Faneru runs away like I'm a monster. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT I NEARLY KILLED MYSELF AND MEIKO!?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Yeah, so?"
Tears fall down my face rapidly. "I pushed her off the stage at our 2nd grade concert and we both broke our heads open! We both nearly died!"
"…Yeah?"
"D-Dad…" I stutter before running into my room. "I HATE YOU!"
I slam my bedroom door and cry. Why would he not tell me?! It was so important to my life, and I don't remember anything about it.
It was our 2nd grade recital. Our class had the first song. Meiko and I had a duet together in the middle of it, and I was apparently overly excited.
The announcer called our class' name, and I was so very happy. For Mommy, even though she was sick, had come, and Dad too. Luka was there too, but she mostly danced instead of sang like she was suppose to.
Then the duet came. I remember none of it, but Meiko remembers everything. I wanted the entire spotlight. I saw everyone staring at us, and I wanted it to only be me.
So I pushed Meiko off the stage. It was 6 feet off the hard concrete ground.
She tumbled down, but she also brought me down with her too, for she had been clutching my shirt as I pushed her. She said she remembered hearing the adults gasp as we fell to the ground. She said she heard me scream too.
Meiko said the rest was a blur, but I had been more wounded then her. She remembered me being in critical condition for over a week. My head had split right open.
In the end, I awoke with no memory of before. I forgot my birthdays. I forgot Mikuo, my brother who died right before he turned a day old. My friends and family.
I forgot why I loved singing. In fact, I forgot my life.
Tears continue falling rapidly, and I feel like I'll be sick. No wonder I was afraid of being on a stage. I had nearly killed myself and her.
Gathering myself, I walk over to the home phone. Dad said to not use it, but I don't care about him right now. I dial and wait.
"Hellooooo?"
"Luka, look, it's me."
"Hey Miku! So what do you want? This is the first time on like, what, forever that we've talked to each other on the phone!"
"Yeah, I know but-"
"So what you want? I know you aren't allowed to be talking a lot on the phone and stuff…"
"Luka, I'm joining your dance team. I'm gonna compete with you and the twins. And we are going to win."
