An: Sorry for the late update, I'm starting school soon and I won't be able to update as much as I have before. However, when it's holiday I update quite a lot.
Chapter 9: Seeds of jealousy
It was Christmas Eve.
She couldn't move her body; it was as if she was frozen.
But she felt something, snaking against her. Icy and invading.
"Stop…" She begged him, afraid of pain, afraid of finding out what it was.
She knew he wouldn't but she could do nothing to stop him.
Her blood oozed down from her wounds, spiralling down her legs like chains.
It was mortifying to say the least, her legs trembled, it was too hard to stand up.
"Be quiet Sena, it'll be over soon…"
His hot, harsh breath was a great contrasting to the crippling cold that engulfed her.
It was pointless to struggle; her eyes squeezed shut, more cuts formed.
This cousin of hers loved to cut her with his special knife.
"Please…" Sena was now sobbing, imploring him that he went too far.
"Don't you want to escape from this house, to run away with me?" The tone of his voice
hissed at her.
A newfound strength welled up from her body burst out. She kicked him in his face,
wrestled the knife from his hands ready to attack him.
"Ahh! Dad look, she's hurting big brother!"
Sweat cascaded from her face. Sena woke up breathing heavily as she sat up.
It was just a dream. The pain she experienced felt so… real, it was just like before.
When her other cousin found her with the knife in hand, she screamed and ran to her dad.
While he, knocked her aside, preparing for another act.
"Dad, Sena attacked me!" He lied, limping over to his dad.
"I guess that's when it all started." A tear escaped from her eye, crashing down
to the ground.
The cousin, he was the root of all her problems, it never occurred to her before because
of all the lies he told her. Yeah that must have been it, yet Sena couldn't help but feel that it was her fault as well, for foolishly placing her hope in him when she had no one else to believe in.
Sentimentality, it was just a curse, placing your feelings before reasoning.
That was why she couldn't bare them.
All those people around her, trying to climb the wall she built up.
Sentimentality was a part of her life and all she did was run away from it.
Took much of a burden, too much of a responsibility; responsibility that she's never been able to
cope with.
"Hey Sena you're awake," Akaba yawned, rubbing his eyes lazily.
"A-Akaba!" Crap, did he hear what she said?
"Do you feel okay now Sena?" His eyes expressed deep concern for her
but she paid no attention to it.
"I guess."
Mamori woke up after hearing the other two talking and yawned, getting up from the floor.
"Good morning guys, I have to leave you two here,
I just remembered that dad and I forgot to go to work."
"I'm sorry…"
"No-no, you don't have to be!" Mamori frantically tried to comfort the poor girl.
The door opened and Mamori's dad came in holding his car keys.
"Sena you're awake, are you alright now?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Mamori, we're leaving."
He walked away with Mamori trailing right behind him.
Akaba also got up, helping Sena up as well from the bed.
The same look of discomfort was plastered on her face and this made Akaba uncomfortable.
'It just doesn't suit her.'
"Hey Sena, you hungry? I can make a pretty me omelette." He tried cheering her up
by being cheerful himself. Sena could sense that he wasn't being sincere.
"No thanks,"
She pushed passed him and walked out the door hoping that a morning walk would refresh her.
It did, to an extent and then she realised that she was lost. A part of the town she never knew about
where all the people were decent, unlike the place she lived in- correction, the place she used to live in.
"Sena-chan!"
A girl of similar stature ran to the bemused Sena.
"How comes you're here? I thought you live all the way at the other side of town?"
"Do I know you?"
She rudely went past the girl who groaned and walked away, muttering about 'who does she think she is?' and 'Of all the-'. Course Sena knew who she was, that girl was one of this girls from school, annoying, chatty and not so memorable. It didn't bother her that she upset her, what bothered her was the fact that people still knew her after she did her best to be hidden.
To be part of the faceless crowd, ignorant of what others suffer, ignorant about the harsh reality of the world due to their difference in upbringing. If only Sena was born like them…
Then maybe she would never suffer the way she did. Her scars still ached, after all these years.
Throbbing, bleeding away even though no blood dripped down from them.
Physically, she was fine but psychologically she was damaged beyond repair.
Mamori and Akaba patched up the external wounds so to speak.
'If I was like others, then meeting Akaba and Mamori would never have been possible…'
She loved Akaba and Mamori, in a familial way since Akaba would never…
It was getting pretty late and Sena still wasn't back, this made Akaba worried.
What if something happened again?
He couldn't do much about it, he had to apologise to Juri and he's just returning from the studio.
Juri went off to some beach café with that annoying man.
"Hey Sena are you back?"
He switched on the lights after coming back in to Mamori's house; they gave him a spare key to use.
"Crap."
He facepalmed, if he had then spare key then Sena wouldn't be able to go back in side.
"Akaba you're here."
Mamori and her dad had just come back and were surprised to see Akaba but no Sena.
Her dad went in to retire to his bed; today's shift was just too hectic for a 50 year old man.
"Hey can you help- Wah!"
She dropped on top of him, her lips crushing his.
Finally! She was here again, back at her friend's house.
As she walked up the path she heard Mamori's outburst.
"- Wah!"
And she saw it. Mamori on top of him, kissing him.
No way, she was that mysterious singer?
A mixture of feelings ran through her body, her stomach churned
and her head swirled, she didn't know what to make of it.
All Sena knew was to do the first thing that came up in her mind.
Run. Away from it.
"Sena / Sena!"
Akaba got up and ran after her, Sena was too fast and the next thing he knew, she was gone.
Mamori touched her lips, still buzzing from recent activity.
"My first kiss…" Mamori's cheeks steamed and she realised that
she done something completely wrong.
Mamori betrayed Sena, she kissed Sena's not so obvious crush.
Yet it felt so right.
Again, betrayed yet again.
Her legs kept pumping until she couldn't run anymore.
Waves crashed against the silky beach, white foam illuminated by the shining crystals.
Sena ran to the beach. She was alone again, now she needed to let it.
The voice of an angel broke the silent spell that held the barren beach.
"Hey do you hear that?" Juri asked her producer friend.
They met a couple of years ago; sure he was crass however his talent was exceptional.
He knew how to make someone shine; in fact he helped her to make Akaba shine.
"Of course, I'm not fucking deaf."
Crunching footsteps in the sand, someone heard her.
Sena was just about to run when a firm hand gripped her shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She turned around to see a blonde demon.
"I'm leaving."
"No you're not- you're gonna be a fucking star!" He grinned at her mischievously.
Serendipity; life just threw it at her.
