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Chapter Seven
"How do you know about her?" he asked with fury illuminating in his voice. "Who told you?"
Melfina never saw so much anger and fury in him before. He was like a whole other person when he was mad. She wondered why he was so angry. It only took her to say the name Hilda to make him go berserk.
"Tell me, Melfina," he said, and grabbed her shoulders. "Please. I really need to know."
She looked into his eyes and saw a coldness that she never saw before. "Gene, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? You're acting like a lunatic"
He let her go and put his face into his hands. "What am I doing?" he asked himself. "You're acting like a total fool, Gene." But could he help it? Could he really help that he was still in love with Hilda after all this time? Could he really help that he couldn't move on?
"Gene," she said, and placed her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it away. "Please tell me. I want to help you."
"I can't," he said, and lifted his head. "You wouldn't understand."
"Why do you say that?" she asked. "Why don't you think I would understand, Gene? It's not like I don't know what pain and having a broken heart feels like. Because I do."
He looked at her and stared in her eyes. "Imagine having a broken heart for every single day of your life. Imagine what it's like to have never laughed and to have never felt happiness. If that's not heartbreak and pain, than I don't know what is it. So tell me what your pain is, Melfina, because I'm dying to hear it."
A look of sadness trailed across her face. "Gene, I'm so-"
"I don't need your pity, Melfina," he said. "I already have enough."
"I just wanted to be nice and say that I was sorry," she said. "I don't pity you, Gene. I never once pitied you."
She bit her bottom lip and sighed. She wanted to help him, but he wouldn't open up to her. "Open up to me," she said, but he still stared at the floor. "Please."
"I can't, Melfina."
"When I was little, my parents died in a drive-by shooting and Suzuka had to raise me when she was just a child like me, but only a couple years older. There were times when we had to steal clothes and food just to live, and sometimes she would even have to stand on the corners waiting for someone to pick her up, just so she could get money to feed me. We never got to play video games and watch TV like normal kids. We never had fun; it was always work, work, work. We never got to live normal lives.
"And when I was in high school, I was treated more like an object that everybody wanted, instead of like a regular person. All the guys wanted me and all the girls wanted to beat me up. I wasn't a person; I was more like an object that everyone wanted a piece of. They treated me like a machineā¦
"Then as I grew older, I slowly felt better about myself and made friends. That was when I met Harry. He was like the answer to my prayers about finding my one and only true love. Well, at least that's what I thought. In the beginning he was very sweet and caring, but as I slowly drifted away, he grew very jealous and rage was the only feeling in his heart. He started to yell and became abusive, mentally and physically. So, my sister started to live with me a while until he stopped coming to my house and calling every single day. He eventually stopped calling and coming to see me at the restaurant, and so she stopped staying with me. And even after she left, he began to bother me again. It kept getting worse and worse with every day. I didn't know what to do and how to stop it. So, I lived in hiding and hardly ever left my house.
"But, then, when you came into my life, I forgot all about my past and about Harry, and I started to look forward to the future. And when I saw the future, I used to see you and me living together forever. But now, I'm not so sure. How can I compete with someone who's already dead? One-sided loves don't work."
Gene looked up and stared in a daze. He was shocked. He never knew how much she like him and about her past. If only he could tell her his, but he couldn't.
"Gene, I understand if you don't want to tell me," she said, and stood up. "I know it hurts you a lot, so don't worry about it. I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch if you want. "
She left the room and went into her bedroom. She closed the door. That was the last he saw of her.
Gene sighed and sat down on the couch. "What did I do now?" he asked himself, and tilted his head toward the ceiling. He wanted to apologize to her, but he couldn't. He couldn't lift himself up and walk to her door. It was only a few feet away, but to him, it seemed like a mile.
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Melfina sat at her vanity, staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were blank and had dark circles underneath them. Her skin was pale like a ghost. She couldn't recognize herself.
"Melfina," she said, staring at her reflection. "Why are you the way you are?"
No answer. Her reflection just stared back at her.
"Quiet one today, huh?" she asked. "I understand. There are days-most of them-where I don't want to get out of bed because I don't want to face the world. All I want to do is curl up in my bed and cry myself to sleep. Sometimes I don't want to talk to anyone and I want the world to leave me alone. But it the end, it doesn't solve anything. All it does is make me even more sad and depressed."
She sighed and wiped away her tears. "Why can't I just be happy?" She put her head down and cried. "Why can't he love me?" Her tears fell, making trails on her cheeks.
She lifted her head and wiped away her newly fallen tears. She took one last look in the mirror and slid into her bed. She turned off her small lamp on the nightstand next to her bed and closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Gene," she whispered and fell asleep.
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To Be Continued...
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Chapter Seven
"How do you know about her?" he asked with fury illuminating in his voice. "Who told you?"
Melfina never saw so much anger and fury in him before. He was like a whole other person when he was mad. She wondered why he was so angry. It only took her to say the name Hilda to make him go berserk.
"Tell me, Melfina," he said, and grabbed her shoulders. "Please. I really need to know."
She looked into his eyes and saw a coldness that she never saw before. "Gene, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? You're acting like a lunatic"
He let her go and put his face into his hands. "What am I doing?" he asked himself. "You're acting like a total fool, Gene." But could he help it? Could he really help that he was still in love with Hilda after all this time? Could he really help that he couldn't move on?
"Gene," she said, and placed her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it away. "Please tell me. I want to help you."
"I can't," he said, and lifted his head. "You wouldn't understand."
"Why do you say that?" she asked. "Why don't you think I would understand, Gene? It's not like I don't know what pain and having a broken heart feels like. Because I do."
He looked at her and stared in her eyes. "Imagine having a broken heart for every single day of your life. Imagine what it's like to have never laughed and to have never felt happiness. If that's not heartbreak and pain, than I don't know what is it. So tell me what your pain is, Melfina, because I'm dying to hear it."
A look of sadness trailed across her face. "Gene, I'm so-"
"I don't need your pity, Melfina," he said. "I already have enough."
"I just wanted to be nice and say that I was sorry," she said. "I don't pity you, Gene. I never once pitied you."
She bit her bottom lip and sighed. She wanted to help him, but he wouldn't open up to her. "Open up to me," she said, but he still stared at the floor. "Please."
"I can't, Melfina."
"When I was little, my parents died in a drive-by shooting and Suzuka had to raise me when she was just a child like me, but only a couple years older. There were times when we had to steal clothes and food just to live, and sometimes she would even have to stand on the corners waiting for someone to pick her up, just so she could get money to feed me. We never got to play video games and watch TV like normal kids. We never had fun; it was always work, work, work. We never got to live normal lives.
"And when I was in high school, I was treated more like an object that everybody wanted, instead of like a regular person. All the guys wanted me and all the girls wanted to beat me up. I wasn't a person; I was more like an object that everyone wanted a piece of. They treated me like a machineā¦
"Then as I grew older, I slowly felt better about myself and made friends. That was when I met Harry. He was like the answer to my prayers about finding my one and only true love. Well, at least that's what I thought. In the beginning he was very sweet and caring, but as I slowly drifted away, he grew very jealous and rage was the only feeling in his heart. He started to yell and became abusive, mentally and physically. So, my sister started to live with me a while until he stopped coming to my house and calling every single day. He eventually stopped calling and coming to see me at the restaurant, and so she stopped staying with me. And even after she left, he began to bother me again. It kept getting worse and worse with every day. I didn't know what to do and how to stop it. So, I lived in hiding and hardly ever left my house.
"But, then, when you came into my life, I forgot all about my past and about Harry, and I started to look forward to the future. And when I saw the future, I used to see you and me living together forever. But now, I'm not so sure. How can I compete with someone who's already dead? One-sided loves don't work."
Gene looked up and stared in a daze. He was shocked. He never knew how much she like him and about her past. If only he could tell her his, but he couldn't.
"Gene, I understand if you don't want to tell me," she said, and stood up. "I know it hurts you a lot, so don't worry about it. I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch if you want. "
She left the room and went into her bedroom. She closed the door. That was the last he saw of her.
Gene sighed and sat down on the couch. "What did I do now?" he asked himself, and tilted his head toward the ceiling. He wanted to apologize to her, but he couldn't. He couldn't lift himself up and walk to her door. It was only a few feet away, but to him, it seemed like a mile.
--
Melfina sat at her vanity, staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were blank and had dark circles underneath them. Her skin was pale like a ghost. She couldn't recognize herself.
"Melfina," she said, staring at her reflection. "Why are you the way you are?"
No answer. Her reflection just stared back at her.
"Quiet one today, huh?" she asked. "I understand. There are days-most of them-where I don't want to get out of bed because I don't want to face the world. All I want to do is curl up in my bed and cry myself to sleep. Sometimes I don't want to talk to anyone and I want the world to leave me alone. But it the end, it doesn't solve anything. All it does is make me even more sad and depressed."
She sighed and wiped away her tears. "Why can't I just be happy?" She put her head down and cried. "Why can't he love me?" Her tears fell, making trails on her cheeks.
She lifted her head and wiped away her newly fallen tears. She took one last look in the mirror and slid into her bed. She turned off her small lamp on the nightstand next to her bed and closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Gene," she whispered and fell asleep.
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To Be Continued...
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