Three weeks later I was a semi-free woman: "semi" as in the fact that I was supposed to be escorted at all times. You know, just in case I start foaming out the mouth or something. Fortunately, this means I get to be a nice, large thorn in Ayame's side (the added blackmail helps too). I've been also finding new ways to leave my captors in the dust. My plan for today was to hideout at Ling's house after school…after Music Club to be exact. I was never able to get out of it, and the cherry on top was the upcoming Winter Festival. And guess who I was still working with? Yeah, Seiji was going to accompany me while I sing.
I've come to understand that Seiji and I will never get along. My awkwardness around him will never go away, and neither will my Totally-Under-Control crush. Today Mrs. Takashi was with us in the school's sorry excuse for a studio. Basically, it was a cheerless, oak paneled room that was soundproof; so that no one could hear the screams….because torture should be the only thing this place could be used for. Over the last few sessions, Mrs. Takashi took to recording the spontaneous duets, so that later she could write actually notes for it.
Today the session barely started before declared over. I was handed a thick piece of music by the little Native American, who was obviously very proud of her handiwork.
"Done!" she did a little dance, causing her smoky red poncho to sway merrily. Seiji took the sheet away from me and looked it over, but before he could speak, Mrs. Takashi announced, "Other students are going to use the studio from now on, but that's okay" A petite elf-like smile emerged during the pause, "I know you two have a strong bond, and that you'll continue to work with one another outside of school…right Shirina-chan?" The last bit was in response to my blanching at such an idea. I nodded mutely, already getting my bag. I swept out the studio all jittery from upcoming events added on to the fact that I still needed to dodge Ayame.
"Shirina-chan, we need to talk" I smacked my head against the wall; this guy was just too fast to get away from.
"About?" I asked tiredly. All I wanted to do was go to Ling's, pig out on Chinese food, and beat Kento at his Bimbo fighting game. Instead, I was being forced into facing my nightmare/fantasy in the form of Date Seiji.
Someone's gods must have been looking out for me, because a low rumble was coming from around the corner of the hall. It was the Date Seiji Fan Club! And it was headed by none other than my dear Ayame. After breaking up with Ryo, she has been on the warpath to get back at me. I guess I suck at hiding my emotions, or her sights finally landed on him, but Ayame's new target and object of desire was MY desire as well. Anyways, the oncoming tide forced me to do something…not very nice. I ran back into the studio (being conveniently located three feet away), and turned the lock shut with a resounding click. Through the small pane I could see Seiji's face contort with fear; he had no means of escape…besides running away that is. Our eyes locked and I slowly mouthed 'RUN'. The genius got the idea and high-tailed it, followed hotly by the fan club. I was probably going to pay for it later on, but the situation was a two-birds-in-one-shot kind of thing.
I walked slowly, watching out for slick patches of ice before placing at hardy boot onto the pavement. I was almost to Ling's, but first I had to do a little side job. With trembling hands, I yanked open the mail box and stuffed the envelope inside. It was the letter I had written over and over again, trying to find the right words to speak to my mother through the paper. I felt better, more than I had since the first day at school, and hopefully, it would be the end of my seizures; the end of the burning cold and waves of electric currents. Oh god, I prayed, let it be the end.
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Gazingshadows: Yeah, I know, super short. But look on the bright side, I'mmmm backkk
