WG: WHOOT ANOTHER CHAPTER!
Bob: (opens mouth)
WG: SHH~! IT'S STARTING! (noms on popcorn)
Bob: ...But you wrote it and it's not even a movie-
WG: SHHH! (angry face)
Bob: = =
Sick
"OH OH OH! Your great grandmother knew the children? Cool!" I cheerfully stated through the phone, though, inside, my heart actually dropped and my stomach twisted. This happened before? What does this mean? How many people had died? How come his great grandmother and Yori were accepted? What does this all mean?
""Itsuki? You're there?" Yori's voice came through the phone.
"Yup!" I replied cheerfully.
"What are you guys doing anyways?" Yori asked.
"I'm trying to explain the concept to Itsuki that there is no such thing as extra medium sodas." Mayu answered. Yori snickered. Another way to hide who and what I really am. Mayu and I were in the park as we were talking, before Yori called.
"It's not funny! There could be an extra medium!" I protested in my false, yet, convincing whiny tone.
"There is no extra medium! It's small, medium, large, or extra-large! Got it?" Mayu said in a vexed tone.
"But if there is an extra-large... then there can be an extra medium, right?" I made a tone of confusion. I was laughing in my head. I can have fun with this, too.
"BAKA!" she yelled at me, irritated.
"Well, I got to go," Yori then whispered, "Good luck." Then he hung up.
Mayu looked at me as she shook her head. "Why do you have to act so stupid?"
I choked a bit. "Act?"
"Well, you can be stupid, but can't you try your best to hide it." Mayu replied, though, it seemed that she caught my surprise response.
I gave a mental sigh of relief and caught myself. I made a sad face and a pouty voice, "But why would I do that?"
Mayu gave another sigh. "Itsuki…" She was off my back and I was relieved. I should pay more close attention and try not to assume things.
"What's up with you? You seem tense lately—well, ever since that day…" Mayu stated.
It was true, I had been. Why wouldn't I be? I had all the reasons to be tense. "It's nothing!" I smiled happily.
Mayu just stared at me as she pulled out a hamburger and began eating. "Why do I have a feeling you lie a lot…" she muttered as she chewed.
Though, I knew she meant to say it without me hearing it, but indeed I did hear that. It made my heart jump once more, trying my best not to show it. "Hey, what time is it?"
Mayu looked at her wrist. "…I forgot I didn't even set this watch yet."
I gave a mental sweat drop and got up. "Well, I better be going home now, I remembered my mom wanted me to go on some errands with her! Bye-bye!" I got off and quickly left—running like a child until I was out of her sight.
"At least I didn't lie about that part…" I muttered to myself as I continued to walk. Why would I tell the truth about everything? For people to think wrong of me? To judge me? Hate me? To freak them out? For everyone to think I'm crazy? I would rather not, I ran into things like that long ago.
I met up with my mom and we went to the grocery store—I came along only because she would always need help with carrying the bags, she was never strong as long as I could remember.
"Do you think I should buy leeks or buy another bottle of soy sauce?" Mother asked.
"I think leeks…we have a load of soy sauce, Mom." I laughed. For some reason, she loves soy sauce. She puts it on everything. I honestly don't like soy sauce…it's just not for my taste, but if I told her that, her heart will "break", so I just put it on my food anyways-which, I later learned that just made her buy more soy sauce. I think I'll break the news to her later…someday…eventually.
"True. True." Mother gave a nod as she placed the leeks in the basket and continued walking around the store. I followed her. She continued picking out fruits, vegetables, and other foods. I suddenly got a strong sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. We bought the groceries and I carried the bags out and to the car.
"Itsuki…are you feeling alright?" Mother asked with great concerned as she placed the last of the groceries in the trunk.
"What do you mean?" I asked. But I felt sick…like I wanted to vomit—not exactly though, like I wanted to spit up my heart or lung.
"You're really pale…Itsuki, do you need to lie down?" the feeling of concern grew great in her voice. I didn't answer and began to feel the ground move. I collapsed to my knees and covered my ears, because I could hear their voices. I began to see those memories…the memories I want to forget began flashing in front of my eyes. I tightly shut my eyes, as if that would make them stop—but that didn't work.
"Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop…" I slowly began muttering silently.
"Itsuki! Itsuki! Tell me! Tell me what's wrong!" Mother placed her hands on my shoulders, gently shaking me as if that would break my trance, but it didn't work. Fear showed in her voice.
"Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!" I repeated, though, it wasn't like my mother couldn't be able to do anything. Other people came by to check on me, but I could only see the images and hear the voices.
"PLEASE! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!" I cried. "PLEASE MAKE IT STOP—!" Then it completely stopped.
I slowly uncovered my ears and opened my eyes and saw I was surrounded by people and my mom was red eyed with tears, brushing my hair out of my eyes now.
"O-Oh…" I forced a small smile and rubbed the back of my neck. "I'm sorry about that!" I quickly stumbled to my feet and into the car.
Mother came in quickly right after. "Itsuki! Ituski! Are you alright? What happened? Should we take you to the hospital-"
"No." I quickly stated. "Just…take me home."
Mother tried to get some answers from me, asking how was I feeling and everything, but she stopped when she finally realized I wasn't going to speak or reply except when she would try to make a turn to the hospital, and I would just say, "Please don't…"
We finally arrived home and we carried the groceries in and I placed the ones I carried on the table. When Mother placed the ones she carried in down, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug.
"Love you, Mother… Sorry for scaring you…" I stated then started heading up stairs to my room. "I'm going to rest…"
I lay down on my bed as I stared blankly up at the ceiling. I was so tired…I didn't want to close my eyes. I didn't want to start dreaming of his memories-of my memories that will keep repeating and repeating, to when the story ended, it will just repeat again. I didn't want to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling until I got a call. It was nearly midnight.
I answered it, "Moshi? Moshi?" I was too tired to put on my false cheerful tone. I wasn't in the mood anyways.
"Hey, Itsuki? It's Yori—um, are you feeling alright? You sound down…" Yori stated.
"No no, I'm fine." I stated, lying. "Just…tired, that's all."
"I…see…"
"Why are you calling? Something happened?"
"Well…yes, two things."
"What?"
"Well…I didn't want to tell Mayu or else she would worry. Well, I was freaked scared and had to run out of...this place where there were two immortal spirits in this room-since one tried to kill me, the other one helped me escape. As I was running out I accidently went down the wrong hallway and into another room. Where I found three kids-er…well. This teenager, she was an immortal girl like the children I visit, except more hateful…the other two-a boy and a little girl-were like…immortal ghosts… They were standing in the back glaring at me as they watched the girl choke me. You see, she just ran up to me and choked me for no reason, they all looked angry and miserable and—"
"Yori…" I choked. "What did they look like…?"
"The teenager…she had pink-blue hair with silvery eyes and wore a light purple kimono, she had cuts all over her arms…um, the boy, he had really black eyes and scarlet red hair and a grey shirt and pants, he had a red scar on his cheek…the little girl had black pigtails with a red kimono and chocolate eyes, she had a red slit across her throat…why do you ask—?"
I instantly hung up without saying good bye, without hearing the rest of his story and the other thing he wanted to tell me. I threw the phone down and looked up at the ceiling once more. I continued to space out as I forced myself to try not to sleep. But, I could feel warm tears forming down my cheeks. "It's all my fault…" I whispered.
A/N: I don't own anything I dont own and I own what I own. HAPPY?
Bob: ...Well, at least it's longer than the last one.
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