(Now in a different style, the rest of the story is going to be written in Minako's point of view)

Heavy lids seemed to be my gateway to slumber and awareness. I couldn't stand being asleep; it seemed to be my only true enemy that I wasn't able to conquer. Sleeping is a time of stillness and silence. You can't control what's happening to you when you sleep, and you wouldn't be able to stop it. And romantic and enchanted dreams can turn into nightmares with a simple switch of perspective. I've always felt this way, even when I was a child. So as I woke up from my fainting spell, I couldn't even believe where I was. The hospital. Tubes were placed into my arms and I was lying down in a small, uncomfortable bed. The walls were as light and blue as it could get, making you look twice to see whether or not it was white. And Makoto. She was sitting by my side with surprised and concerned eyes.

"Minako-chan," she murmured, as she leaned towards me and my droopy eyelids.

"Makoto," I started with a light and strained voice. I began to sit up, "What happened?"

Makoto smiled, as she knew that I was starting to come about. The relief in her eyes made me feel more comfortable and relaxed. There was always something about her that I knew I could always trust. Something.. earthly.

"You fainted, Mina-chan. Right there in the middle of your living room," Makoto explained, as she placed my hand in her's. The warmth was welcoming, and her familiar fingers entertwined with mine. "I was so worried, I didn't want anything to happen to you."

I grinned lopsidely, still a little dazed from all that was happening. "Did I really faint?" I asked.

Makoto chuckled, as she nodded. "You did, Sleeping Beauty."

A smile crawled onto my face as I felt a little drowzy. "I hope I'll be okay for the auditions, Mako-chan."

Makoto blinked in confusion, as her smile was erased as quickly as it came. "Minako-chan," she started, as she leaned back a little bit, uncomfortable in her seat. "The auditions are over."

I stared at her, my grin fading away slowly. "What?"

"You fainted this morning," she explained, as she gave me a reassuring squeeze of her hands. "And this afternoon was the auditions. You've been out like a light today, so you --"

"-- what time is it?" I interrupted.

"It's 7 in the evening, Minako-chan," Makoto replied.

A rage of fury burned inside of me, as I attempted to comprehend what I was being told. Slowly it all began to make sense to me, as I burned my eyes into Makoto's. I snatched my hand away from her's in haste, and gave her the harshest look I've ever gave someone before. Then, in all my rage, I spoke in the coldest of voices, "Get.. out."

Makoto knitted her eyebrows in confusion, as her eyes started to water up. "Minako-chan --"

"Just get out," I interrupted, my anger growing inside of me. How dare she claims authority of my life, and take away my only chance of actually achieving my modelling career. How dare she take so much away from me. Who the hell does she think she is anyways?

Makoto started to get up from her seat, as she hid her face from mine. She lay something on the chair, but I didn't catch what it was. I just kept on staring at her with dagger eyes. She looked at me one last time, and stood at the door. "Minako-chan --"

"GET THE HELL OUT!" I shrieked, clutching the bed sheets in my hands. Makoto stepped out of the door sadly, as I thought I saw her back leap from a sob.

I sat back in bed and stared at the ceiling, letting those sandpaper tears burn my cheeks. My only chance at becoming a model. And Makoto blew it. I closed my eyes and caressed my hands where Makoto's were just a few moments ago. Never again would I let her touch me; her skin is poison to my flesh. I sobbed, as I was torn in two. There was still that horrid part of me that moured for Makoto, and the other that yearned to spit in her face. Denying all factors, I lay back in bed, and drifted back into the nightmares of hatred.