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It was an oddly sunny day for such a terribly sad event. The turnout was bigger than anyone had expected to be. The church was so full that people were even standing in the back and alongside the pews.

Everyone was sad and miserable.

The saddest being, of course, the beautiful bright haired girl with deeply sadden grey eyes.

She spoke to no one; she sat next to no one.

Every time she thought about it, her heart shattered a millions times over.

She was like a machine. A broken, useless machine.

Her body felt as though it didn't work right, the screws and gears that kept her in motion were all out of whack. She kept her eyes trained on the serenely peaceful face of the beautiful boy in the coffin.

He was only a boy, his life cut painfully short…

Because of her.

This was her fault. This was all of her fault.

If only she hadn't been born, none of this would've happened. None of the lives that she ruined would've been so.

This beautiful boy could've lived longer.

He had such a bright future ahead of him. He would have accomplished so much, helped so many people.

Whenever she was in his arms all she felt was love. She never felt like a freak, never felt like a whore, slut, a dirt bag, a idiot.

She felt safe and happy and warm…she felt protected and that's all he's ever wanted to do was protect her.

Now who would protect her?

Everyone she gets close to either betrays her or ends up hurt.

Or dead it seems.

She's poison.

Orihime fingers the dark, silk material of her black dress that fell a few inches below her knees. The puffed sleeves felt too tight, the turtle neck collar of the dress felt too constricting.

She felt as though she was suffocating.

She stood abruptly, the tendrils of her orange hair falling in her face. Everyone stared at her, shock, pity, sadness and confusion filled their eyes.

She ignored them as she stormed out of the service.

A few people followed her, worried for her safety, her history of suicide was wildly known now. Something this traumatic is bound to be a trigger.

She storms outside to the fresh air, struggling for breaths as she collapsed on her knees, digging her black gloved hands deep into the fresh green grass.

Why was it so sunny? Why did the day look so damn cheery!?

She was dying on the inside! She was dying…yet…yet life was still going on…it was still moving, as if the world wasn't ending as they speak.

But that's just it…

The world wasn't ending…only…

Hers.

"Why…" she silently cries to herself. Her tears falling from her face, soaking the earth.

A shadow loomed over her. Slowly she looks up and her hearts stops in her chest. She couldn't hear anything. The only thing she could see were the eyes of the person she hated the most in the world at this very moment other than herself.

"Y-you…" she whispers to herself. She begins to breathe faster, her head swarming. What was she doing here?!

"YOU!" she screams, climbing up from her spot on the ground. "What are you doing here?!" she spits at the woman whom she hates with every fiber of her being.

"Orihime-"

"No don't speak! Don't you dare speak to me! Why are you here?! You don't deserve to be here! This is your fault! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" she screams, charging at the woman, clawing at her face.

They trip and fall backwards, tumbling in the soft grass.

Someone comes and pulls Orihime off the disgusting, vile woman.

"Augh! NO! NOOO! YOU DON'T DESERVE YO BE HERE! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO MORN HIM!" she screeches.

She shakes off who's ever holding on to her and marched to the car she was certain the woman came in.

Luckily for her, it was open.

She popped the trunk of the car, fury controlling her actions as she dug into the truck, grabbing the heavy, black metal crowbar.

"LEAVE!" she screams, using all of her strength and grief, she swings the crowbar as hard as she could into the side of the car, leaving a huge dent, the paint of the car scraped off.

"LEAVE! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" she cries, bashing in the windows, decorating the vehicle with more dents and scratches.

She keeps swinging at the car. Using every ounce of strength that she could muster and more.

She moves around the car, breaking the headlights, the windshield, the taillights, denting the doors, stabbing the tires.

Her soft, delicate hands began to bleed crimson from the effort of holding on to the crowbar. Her long orange hair escaped her messily made bun, tumbling over her shoulders, into her face. Her arms shook with the strenuous effort from swinging at the car.

Everyone emptied the church now, staring at the grieving girl destroying the car.

They were all too afraid to go to her, fearful of what might happen if they gotten too close.

All except of one boy. One pale boy with green eyes and dark hair.

He grabbed the crowbar in mid-swing, stopping her motions. He wrapped an arm around her.

"NO, NO, NO!" she screamed, fighting him, not even taking the attention to see who he was.

He wrapped her in a deep hug, not saying anything, not sure how to handle her.

She beat at his chest with small fists, her tears soaking his suit.

Soon, she stopped beating his shirt and just clutched the material tightly, her blood staining the material of his clothes. He didn't mind. He just didn't want her to hurt herself anymore…he just wanted her heart to be healed. But he was sure that it could never happen. He was certain that she was broken for good now.

The woman, her enemy, came slowly to her, tears in her eyes. Slowly, she fell to her knees, next to Orihime, tears soaking her own black blouse.

"…I…I am…so…sorry," she cried. "I'm so…sorry…for everything…I am, I truly am…Orihime…the last thing I expect from you is forgiveness…but understand…that last thing I ever meant was to hurt him…" she cried.

"LIAR!" Orihime screamed, turning to face the object of her hatred. "You liar!" she cried, burying her face into her hands.

She was too tired to fight.

She was too tired to be angry.

She was too tired to hate.

She was just tiered, plain and simple.

She has been stop wanting to live. She was tired of always fighting.

Ever since she's been born that's all she did was fight.

It wasn't worth it anymore.

She didn't have a reason to live anymore.

Her white, shining knight was dead.

And so was she.

"…mom…" she whispered between her tears. "I'm so sorry...I killed him...I killed Sora...I killed him mom..."

Sora…I'm so sorry…I'll join you soon.

AHAHA! I know, I know, I promised you that I wouldn't do anymore back stories, but I felt that the situation called for it.

I hope you enjoyed this little head fake. I promise to try and update soon~!