Yelling at Usagi-chan was the last thing
I've done to her. We had a big huge argument, and next thing I
knew, she walked out the door and slammed it shut behind her. I
threw myself onto my chair, and just meeped. I didn't know why we
must be so cruel to each other, but I knew we had some sort of a
friendship. *sigh* I just wish I could see her again. I never
even got a chance to say anything GOOD to her. I just feel like
all this is my fault, and it probably is. If it weren't for me
being such a bitch all the time, if I hadn't nagged so much,
she'd still be here. But it's no use regretting everything I had
already done, it's just no use anymore. Now I've just got no
reason to live anymore. What's the point in life without having
one true friend?
It was morning when I received the phone
call. Minako kicked me right onto my behind and threw the phone
at me. I was so weary that I almost forgot about the phone call,
and almost went straight back to sleep. But Minako screamed
incredibly LOUD into my ear and so that just made me jump to my
feet. I picked up the phone, and asked who was speaking.
She told me her name was Miss Ryio. At
the moment, I didn't have a clue who Miss Ryio was, and why was
she calling me so early in the morning, and how in the world did
she ever get my phone number? I asked her these curious
questions, but she didn't exactly answered them. I suppose it
seemed as if she were ignoring me. I didn't bother to argue with
her, I didn't want to make myself troublesome, but after I asked
her these questions, she just went on straight telling me about
something I don't think I ever wanted to hear . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Yes. Usagi Tsukino was at my
house for a few days. But after the 8th day, she got up and left.
She didn't tell me where she was going, she just left. I don't
know what to say to you, Miss Hino, but all I know is that Usagi
is somewhere out there lingering into the streets, in the shadows
of the night, and in the light of the sun. Possibly, you would
like to find her? Oh, by the way, you don't know me. So I don't
think I'll bother telling you who I am."
"So you mean to tell me that Usagi
stayed at YOUR house? What in the world do you mean?? Surely,
Usagi only hangs around those she knows, not just some stranger
that she hasn't even known for a split second. You need to
explain this to me some more. What you are saying is absolutely
strange, because... one thing, I don't know you. How do I know
whether you're telling the truth or not?"
"Well, when was the last time
you saw Usagi Tsukino? Did it ever occur to you that you haven't
seen her in a quitesome few days?"
~~~~~~~~~~
I threw the phone down. All this sinking
into my heart and my thoughts just gave me grief. I didn't know
what to think. After a while, that lady didn't call me anymore. I
just don't think she was somebody Usagi knew well enough, and I
just didn't believe that Usagi was gone. What ever did happen to
all those good times when I used to hang around with her? We had
a friendship going. Okay, so I guess I DID.. yell at her at
times, but I didn't mean any harm. Not to her and not to anyone
else. That's just me, and I guess you gotta accept me for me.
I received more info on Usagi-chan's
whereabouts. The information I received was of NO help to me,
since no one knew anything. I just felt more depressed and
unhappy each day that passed by without having Usagi in it. I
wanted to curl up into a ball and just die. But then I saw
something on TV. I rubbed my eyes, and as I watched, tears slowly
started to fall away from me. Feeling the anger and sadness and
upsetness, and all the grieve and anguish and fustration, to see
how many people were standing around, how many reporters were
standing around, this helpless little girl, with petite
attributes. Oh how could they. People were staring, people were
yelling, some were even trying to rip the blanket over from this
helpless girl's face. I guess they wanted to see who it was. But
I couldn't help it. I automatically knew who it was. I didn't
bother to listen and watch any further, I slowly got up from my
bed and pressed the 'power' button. I sank back into my bed, in
between my blankets and my pillows... and I just cried.
~Rei Hino
