Cali: Oh my Jesus. ..
Amu: Here we go again...
Cali: 33 reviews! Whoop whoop! Except I'm still kinda jealous at those other writers...
Amu: Come on, that's because they have more stories so people look at them more. You only have two.
Cali: And I'm not starting another anytime soon. Well at least until I'm done with these two stories. (Check the other out! Please no flames!)
Amu: Hmm, so where did Ikuto go?
Cali: Eh, told me he had a violin concert with his dad.
Amu: Oh, so he found his dad?
Cali: Yea, apparently.
Amu: Hm, that's good.
Cali: Yup
(I'd like to thank my really active reviewer, addimison2, THANKS! I love your stories! I would also like to thank my other reviewers. Keep reviewing and give me ideas please! And please don't take it personally if I don't use it, I kinda have a plan already, but extra stuff is welcomed! Thanks and enjoy!)
Recap
I don't know what came over me but I brushed my lips on her forehead and whispered, "Wake up Amu, wake up from your pains and fears."
I left quietly and slipped into my room.
"Just wake up, Amu." Was my last words before I fell asleep.
End of Recap
Amu POV
I woke up very comfortable, strangely, and a weird warm feeling on my forehead. I looked around but no one was here. I sat up, confused. I felt my forehead my fingers ran over a small scar on my temple.
Hmm, weird. There would of been some dried blood. It's as if someone came in last night and wiped it away... I shivered at the thought of an intruder but my chest warmed at the thought of such kindness.
Now you maybe think that it's nothing but to me, in my horrible state, it's a lot.
Anyways, I shook it off and stumbled out of bed. I ended up crawling on my hands and knees to the bathroom. I stood up shakily with the door frame as my support but still nearly fell. Just as I was about to fall, the boy from my dreams suddenly appeared and I managed to hang onto the counter of the sink.
'Just remember, I'm here, closer than ever...' His silky voice rang in my head one last time before he faded.
I had realized that my hand subconsciously reached for the mysterious boy. I winced and took my hand back in rejection. I stared hatefully at my hand before looking in the mirror. I gasped and touched my face.
My skin was so pale and my cheekbones were hollow. I seriously looked like the living dead. I was literally skin and bone, and I was stripped of all of the remainder of fat and muscle.
'No one likes you...'
A small voice spoke out.
"Shut up." I muttered, annoyed.
'Everyone gave up on you, you useless girl...'
The voice spoke again, louder.
"I said. ." I hissed through clenched teeth.
'There's no way you can live. Life is a living Hell...Just give up...'
I clutched my head in pain, ripping out my hair. I watched as the little frail strands drifted to the floor.
'.You. Even Ikuto gave up. In fact, he gave up long ago.'
My heart dropped at the sound of his name. Him. The only one she loved. The only who protected her.
'She's mine...
mine...
mine...'
The incident at that night played over and over.
"I SAID, SHUT UP!" I yelled as I fell.
I hit my elbow on the marble counter and I heard an audible 'crack'.
Great, I probably just broke my arm...
I poked my arm softly and winced. An ugly, black bruise was already beginning to form. I chuckled like a madman at the pain. I clutched my arm and the searing pain burned through me. I hit the mirror and it shattered. Bits and chunks of glass rained down on me, cutting me, spilling the fresh, red crimson blood. I laughed hollowly at the pain it caused. I grabbed a handful of glass, squeezing it, staring in mad awe as the scarlet liquid dripped down.
The door was thrown wide open as Ikuto panted in the doorway. His midnight eyes burned when he saw me in a pool of blood. I slowly turned towards him.
"Pain. Pain is what I've always felt." I chuckled as I slit a piece of glass on my throat, laughing even more when I felt warm liquid ooze out of the fresh cut. (O.O creepy...)
Firm arms wrapped around my excuse of a stomach and they set me onto bed. Slim hands yanked the glass out of my hands as I glared at the floor. I felt the sharp jerk of a comb as Ikuto brushed my hair a little too roughly.
He was mad. I didn't care. He left me when I needed him.
'Throw him off. He didn't care before, why start now...'
Little devil voices screamed in my mind. My eyes rolled up into my sockets as I slipped out of consciousness.
Ikuto POV
What was she think. WHAT? As soon as I heard yelling and a loud crash I ran over, knocking the door down. My now dead-like pinkette lay in a mixture of glass-bits and blood. I watched in horror as she grabbed a handful of glass before clenching her fists. I watched as she laughed and the blood dripped down he arms.
One of her arms seemed broken but I could tell she could care less.
She then took a large piece of glass before slicing her throat.
That did it.
Was she trying to torcher me? Was she trying to kill herself?
Apparently so...I wrapped my arms around her waist and set her on the bed. She weighed nothing. I grabbed the piece of glass that still had deep, dark red dripping down it out of her hands and threw it against the wall as hard as I could. I grabbed a comb and brushed her hair, trying to restore her natural pink shine but she just slipped out of consciousness. I grabbed a towel and wiped down her legs and arms. I inspected her broken arm.
Even in her sleep she winced at the contact.
Normal POV(sorry at the sudden change...)
Midori came running in. Her eyes widened at the scene. Blood pooled in the bathroom with a broken mirror and a cut Amu who is unconscious. Ikuto was desperately wiping her cuts with a towel. It was already soaked with blood. She ran over and tried to help but Ikuto just glared at her. She backed off as he hissed for her to stay back. Midori ran over to the phone and dialed '911'.
Sirens came as people with stretchers came running in. There was a holdup at the door to Amu's room. I could hear someone talking.
"-Sir, we need for you to move. The patient need medical attention. Sir please move." Was what I heard when I ran upstairs.
Ikuto was crouching over Amu protectively, hissing and spitting, as the paramedics tried to calm him down.
Midori rushed over, despite his glare.
"Ikuto, please. They're here to help Amu, not take her away for good. Just let them or else she might not survive. She lost lots of blood already. Please, Ikuto." she pleaded.
Ikuto looked back at Amu and reluctantly and got up and walked away. The paramedics set Amu on a stretcher and ran back to the ambulance waiting outside. Midori looked at Ikuto. He had pain in his eyes.
"Ikuto," she said softly, "Would you like to go to the hospital with me?"
Ikuto hesitated before slowly nodding. The two jumped into Midori's car as they raced behind the ambulance. The car drive was short and the air was thick with tension. They ran out into the hospital, trying to follow Amu into a room but the nurses held them back.
"I'm sorry but the patient is undergoing surgery. She has multiple cuts and is loosing lots a blood. She also has a broken arm, is in starvation, and is dehydrated." The nurses explained.
Ikuto paced around with a deep scowl.
"It's going to be fine. She'll get stitched up and get a cast. She'll be put into an IV so she gets doesn't get dehydrated. I'm sure they'll make her eat something so don't worry." Midori tried calming Ikuto down.
She put her hand on Ikuto's shoulder but he just shrugged it off roughly. She sighed.
This is really bad.She thought.
A few hours later...Ikuto POV
The doctors came out and I raise an eyebrow in question.
"She's fine but she just doesn't seem to want to eat anything. We're not so familiar with her so could you please try?" The doctor pleaded.
I nodded and walked in.
Amu sat, staring into space with a dazed look. She was muttering something.
"-If he was here..." Was what I heard before she heard me and turned.
Her eyes were filled with hatred and anger. A sharp pain went through my chest when she said 'if he was here' and when she glared at me.
"Amu, please eat." I said calmly even thought inside, I was begging.
"Why should you care." She spat, looking the other way.
My eyes widened in realization.
Duh, she was hurt because she thought I had betrayed and ignored her. I mentally smacked myself.
"Just eat, don't make me stuff it down you throat." I threatened.
I seriously was if she didn't. I didn't want her to die.
She closed her eyes and took a tiny sip of her soup then put it down and glared at me.
"There. I ate. Now go away." She spat coldly.
I shook my head.
"Not until you finish that and your bread." I said, pointing to her soup.
She glared at me before giving in. She ate it and flipped over with her back facing me.
"Now go."
I got the message and left, but proud that I made her eat.
Amu POV
That baka. I still hate him although my stomach doesn't. It rumbled happily. I started out at the stars.
"Mama, Papa, don't worry, I'm coming. Soon." I whispered before drifting off to sleep, thinking about murder.
Amu: Oh my God. Don't make me kill myself.
Cali: Don't worry, don't worry. That would just ruin this whole story...
Ikuto: *sigh* Hey, I'm back.
Cali: Hey, so how was the concert.
Ikuto: Since when did you care? And it was fine.
Amu: Good.
Cali: Ah, just a reminder, I'm revealing my real name in the next chapter so stay tuned!
Ikuto: This isn't the radio...
Cali: Blah, close enough...
Ikuto: *facepalm*
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