A/N: Yes, I will get to Toph this chapter, don't sweat. I own the quote from the so called "book" the other people mention.
Chp.26: Not the One At All
Toph hunched off to her room, her things ready to collapse. She barely got home and she was ready to fall on her bed and whisk away all the anger and pain with sleep. But obviously that wasn't going to happen. "Toph, honey, if you need us we'll be in our bedroom. You'll be ok, right? Right, Toph? Right?" Her mother blinked excessively.
"Sure, whatever," she mumbled and headed for her room, eyes burning and wanting to cry already alone in her room.
"Toph are you ok?"
"I'M FINE, MOTHER!" and she stormed off to her room. She slammed her door shut and slid down against it, eyes closed.
"You really think this right? "She opened her eyes wide and found Jia crouched down next to her. Her mouth slipped open slightly. "She slammed her door shut and slid down against the beautiful wooden frame, apalled and disrupted," it never occured to Jia to look at her "; Tears flamed out and about as her closed fists slammed onto the soft carpeted floor... And somewhere off in the distance their was a small cry of words. 'The one to lose hope shouldn't be the one at all'... I read that in a book once... I'm sure you'd need it..." Toph searched for words to say, but nothing would come out. All but a simple:
"...Jia." Her body hallowed out and looking almost even ghostly. But yet still looking human. Still here. Still in this world that had banished her so. And at a blink of an eye she dissappeared. Just like that. As fast as she came she left... Toph spent the next hour or so crying out roughly, and even finding herself acting out Jia's words. And that's when she remembered. The funeral.
Toph walked to the hallowed out hallway leading to her parent's bedroom. She wiped her eyes one last time to make sure they weren't tear-filled. She just had to hope they weren't tomato red. She knocked silently and walked in. Her father sat on the edge of the bed, reading what seemed a newspaper. Her mother was in the bathroom fixing her hair next to the mirror, door wide open. Once her father noticed her he quickly set the paper down and went over to her, curious and worried. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began.
"Toph, honey, is there something wrong?" She stayed silent. Her mother walked over and grabbed a hold of her father's arm.
"Everything ok?"
"I have to go to a funeral," Toph quickly blurted out, not knowing what other way to do so ";...... later... on..." Her father let go and took about two or one step back. He looked at his wife and nodded, then back at his daughter.
"Yes, you may go." He now turned to his wife and nodded again. "We'll have to arrange for a body-gaurd-," he said, speaking more to her than to Toph.
"I don't want a body-gaurd."
"Well, then, you don't want to go as well."
"What?"
"Sweetie," the mother said, concerned, to her husband.
"What? She obviously doesn't want to go if she doesn't want a body-guard."
"But I do want to go."
"Ok then. We'll arrange for your old body-guard. You know, the big one. The one who tends to you at school. Or would you like a different one, honey?"
"No- I- I don't want a body-guard. But I want to go. And stop calling me honey!"
"Sweetie..." He turned to his wife, getting aggravated. She might as well just shut up.
"I asked you, what?" He turned back to Toph. "If you don't want a body-guard, you have no choice. You must go with a body-guard, and if not, then you don't go at all."
"But that's completely unfair!-"
"What I say goes! And what I say is you can't go! And that's final!"
"Sweetie, maybe you're going a little too harsh. Maybe we should let her go-"
"No! Sweetie, what if something happens to her?"
"Nothing is going to happen to me!"
"Yeah, that's what they all say! Next thing you know our baby is gone-"
"I'M NOT YOUR BABY!"
"- just like, i'm sure, that person," he went on as if she never interrupted ";. Toph, you can't go, and that's IT. THAT'S FINAL! IF YOU SO MUCH AS DECIDE TO SNEAK OFF AND WE FIND YOUR ROOM EMPTY, YOU WON'T SO MUCH AS EVEN LIVE WITH YOURSELF!" Tears began welling up and all those times she had wiped her eyes before became useless.
"I practically already don't live at all...," she whispered. And out she went again to her room. Slamming her parent's door and striding over, not being able to hold in the tears. The tears crashing down as she walked, Toph wiping them away ever so often. Her fists closed and tightened, opened, closed, opened, closed. She was so furious with her father. Open, close, open. She was 15, they had to let her live. Close, open, and grab the doorknob, and slam shut when inside. She harshly pressed the On/Off button on her radio, switched to a song she could repeat over and over again(depressing song might I say) and jammed the radio on as high as it went. She weeped and weeped and weeped on hours on end and never stopped. Her parents never barged in, thankfully. She screamed, the music allowing her to without being heard. Anger rising up inside her. She looked around though saw nothing. There. She raced over to her bed and replaced her shirt and pants for others that were on the side of her bed. She snook out a medium-sized punching bag she won at Golfland from under her bed and placed it somewhere, anywhere. She began hitting it repeatedly. One punch after the other and so on. But she couldn't do it anymore. Silver streaks flowed down, invading her cheeks. Toph stopped and grabbed anything, anything at all(which turned out to be a glass bottle) and was about to throw it to her wall, but stopped, allowing more tears to fall down. "I'm not the one at all..." She throws the bottle with great force and finds a shard of it coming back to hunt her right when it fell and cut her slant on the stomach. Quicker then she expected, she fell down, knees banging down to the carpet which now seemed harder than ever. Only sounds of pain came out of her as she noticed the fast blood dripping down. Trying to cover it and somehow trying to(or wishing to) place the blood back into her body she placed her sweating palms on it, making it sting. Which made her in pain even more. Tears fell down faster than ever. Everything deafened out. The cawking birds outside, the loud music, everything. All except her own hard breathing. The shard had cut deep into her skin. Too deep for her liking. But then, that familiar voice came back, and Jia was crouching down next to her again. Calm, and face set to stone, not worried at all.
"I told you. I told you. I told you."
"O k, I get it! You told me!"
"I told you. I told you you weren't the one. At all. Why do you do this to yourself?" Toph screamed out in pain and heaved. "Why? I don't get it... and I never did. Why do you humans do this to yourselves? I myself did not know when I was one. But why?" Her voice that seemed so calm became quavery with confusion and desperation to know the truth of her own cause of death. "If only I knew... I'd give anything... And that's the difference between you and I-" She screamed again, heaved, and cried hard "; I'd give anything to have my life back and know that I didn't have to depend on you...," Toph's eyes widened, who had been closed for a minute or two. It was. It was that simple. She was going to drive off to find her... It felt as if her heart stopped after one heaving beating. "So don't depend on me, Toph. Don't." Gone.Maybe forever. Who knew? All the pain that had seemed to go away for that little time when Toph realized came rushing back. She tried to crawl over to her door but only made it half way. She needed a saving now. Her mind pulsed and heavied, and before she knew it, the world was gone. Really gone. And this time, she was really nowhere.
A/N: Enjoyed the sadness? Heehee. No, Toph did not die! She's just in a coma or fainted... no, coma, definitely. Right? Well, i'm making it that. I'm going to cover Azula next chapter, which was originally supposed to be in this one but it got waaay to long. Then if Azula's isn't so long, i'll put it all back normal again, no more what I call 'Long Montages'.