Her Last Word

                                                            By Padfootsgal

A/n this is sad, and REALLY Seiya and Usagi. So if you don't like Seiya and Usagi, its not suggested reading. I'm sooooooo sorry bout all the mamoru-bashing, I just needed it to get the story in the right mood. I really do like mamoru…a little. I'm also sorry its short, but it'll have 2 more chapters for anyone who actually LIKES this.

    Disclaimer: I don't own sailormoon, I just own this depressing story. Errrgs

   She sat down in a chair, convinced she had done all she could, but it was too much to bear. She wrote three letters, one to all the senshi, her will, and one to Seiya. Not one to Mamoru, no he caused her this daily hell she lived in. He was the reason she was doing this. She couldn't even bear to try to birth chibiusa, not to that….. monster. Something had happened after the starlights left Earth to Kinmoku, something that shouldn't have happened. She became depressed, and mamoru, her wonderful mamo-chan, had started drinking, and then beating Usagi when he got real drunk. It was horrible, the way he had started mistreating her. Usagi was also worried mamoru was going to lose his job, he was skipping a lot lately. Well, no more worries.

    A lone tear trickled down her cheek.

    She took the knife she brought from the kitchen, the one she used to carve pumpkins with all her friends, the same knife her mom cut her cake with, all of those happy childhood memories.

    She brought the knife up gently, like it was made of glass, saying the last word she ever said in life. She stabbed the knife deep in her chest, the echoes of her last word drifting around the dead woman. 

…………Seiya……….