One word: School. Okay, maybe two. Assessments. Found out over the past two days that I have three more due, within the next week, that I wasn't aware of. Even though I've already finished five others in the past week, along with band camp, three Christmas concerts, two Christmas parties, trying to stop friends from doing stupid things when they have split personalities... And that just 1 week! I can't complain about my friend, though. That's what friends are for, right? They stick by you through the good and the bad. At least, that's what they're meant to do :S I'm just really tired, and when I'm tired, I ramble. So I'll shut up now :P
Once it starts playing the piano part in this chapter, if you could please go to this site .com/watch?v=XBIS0E70Kk0&feature=related
And just remove the space :) I feel that this music really sets the mood :) The section for what is played goes to the end of the first chorus, and the song is called They Weren't There by Missy Higgins.
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Your eyes watch the lights,
And follow the blackened marks,
That writhe like maddened serpents,
In the ever encroaching dark.
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I couldn't look at her. Not after what her father had done to me. She questioned what was wrong, but how could I reply?
'Hey, Hinata, what's wrong?'
'Well, Sakura, your father has kind of raped me every single afternoon for the past week. Sorry for any inconvenience.'
I could only imagine how well that would go down. So I kept my head down, my eyes averted, my mouth shut, and tried to quell the coiling serpent of self-loathing and guilt that had settled like a weed in my stomach.
The Blood of Ivory
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Chapter 7
I felt numb for that whole first week. Like I was detached from reality. A phantom; there, but not. I looked at things, but didn't see them. There were sounds around me, but I couldn't hear them. Food no longer registered as a necessity.
Not going home during sixth period never even occurred to me.
How can I explain it? When one has a God, a deity that they worship, whether out of love or fear, the concept of disobeying them doesn't even cross their mind. You know what your deity wants from you, and no matter what, you must uphold their wishes, whether spoken or not.
Once, Hizashi had been my God. Now, it was Akumu.
I was alone in the music room, practising on a Friday at the end of week one. I was playing another song, different to Dancing Dirt into the Snow. I could feel the lyrics screaming from my soul, the mellifluous counter melody on piano falling from my fingertips.
Traitorous tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, taunting me with my weaknesses. I was so weak. All I ever did was cry. Why couldn't I be stronger? I was such a fool, always grasping at lifelines that were snatched away from between my fingers at the last moment. Always wishing on a dead star. Hoping for some source of happiness that had yet to make an appearance.
My glassy orbs shattered, and the tears fell in rivulets down my cheeks, over my lips, and dripped off my chin. I was so lost in my own little world, that I didn't even notice the door to the music room open. There was just me and the melody. I'd always loved music, for the simple reason that I could weave my own little slice of heaven, and pretend that, for a few moments at least, my star wasn't dead. That there was still hope for happiness and a better life, if I could just keep reaching for those lifelines a little longer.
My body slumped forward, as if my spirit had been wrenched from me in one foul swoop. I couldn't stop my tears. I couldn't stop crying. Sobs ripped from my throat, and I wrapped my arms around my stomach, as if trying to hold myself together. I probably was. No one else would. Everyone else only ever tried to rip me apart.
"I couldn't s… Say 'n… No,'" I whimpered, my voice barely audible over my tears. "I'm s… So s… Sorry. I c… Couldn't say 'n… No.' I couldn't d… Disobey. I… I'm s… Sorry."
I nearly screamed when another voice spoke up.
"Who are you apologising to?"
His sea foam eyes searched mine with a blazing intensity. I flushed, mortified, that someone had seen me when I was so weak, and hurriedly slung my bag over my shoulder, desperate to escape his presence. I didn't want anyone around me; I just wanted to be alone.
"Hey," he called, and grabbed my wrist. A startled yelp escaped my lips, and I yanked my arm away, as if I'd been branded.
"P… Please don't hurt me," I stuttered before I could help myself, and I immediately flushed crimson, before my eyes welled up and tears started to fall once again. "P… Please leave m… Me alone."
He narrowed his eyes at me, as if trying to read my soul. "You've gotten worse. You were healing, and now you're worse than before."
My flush fled, and my face turned white at his words. "W… What?" I squeaked, my eyes wide open, staring at him in shock and fear.
"You were starting to mend that first week, but after last week, and all of this week, you've gotten worse. Your skin is pale, you won't look anyone in the eyes, you look practically dead on your feet, and you've lost a ton of weight. When did you last eat something?"
My head started shaking back and forth, droplets still falling from my eyes.
"When did you last eat something?"
But I didn't answer. I couldn't say anything. If I told him anything, he could use it against me. He could hurt me. He was a man, after all. I darted to the classroom door, trying to get away from him as quickly as I could. His question rang incessantly in my ears, the answer on the tip of my tongue.
Tuesday.
So yeah, I've had a busy week. Did you enjoy the little Gaar/Hina interaction? Next chapter will be, I think, completely from Gaara's POV. My school holidays start in just over a week. 6 weeks off! Woo! Going to Bali between the 19th and the 29th, so that'll be interesting.
Yeah, in a sort of sombre mood. There must be something about this time of year that makes people angry and depressed, because I'm struggling to name one person I know personally who isn't falling into a rut, except maybe one. It's basically her and I who're trying to hold together a crumbling foundation. I'm glad I'm not alone, though :)
Reviews would be really appreciated :)
Edited 10/3/12
xox - SapphireRivulet
