Trying To Cheat Fate
By: Xiao-chan
Author's Note:
Welcome back.. I guess there isn't much to say anymore in my author's note, ne? No flames, and this chapter takes place a week after chapter four. That's all I can say right now, because I've said everything I needed to in the previous chapters. As always, no flames, and please be kind enough to review.
Also! I had fun, but the boy who's helping Meiling might be very.. very fimilar because I added him in. They have never met (Like I said, I threw away the original plot), so don't going "HEY, SHE KNOWS HIM!" or anything like that.. I kind of changed the personality of him, too.
Oh! ONE MORE THING. Since I'm kind of clueless on the whole nine months in pregnancy I never told you when they erm.. yah. That was intentional, I DID IT BECAUSE I'M CLUELESS. o_O
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Chapter Five: Trying.
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"Yes, Ms. Li, you are pregnant."
"I know. I just wish I wasn't," Meiling replied in a soft yet irritated voice back to her doctor. She had been sitting in a chair, nearly finished with her appointment. She could feel her doctor slowly scanning her again to make sure of everything. She had paused and hesitated before speaking.
"I would like to ask you, though, why exactly there are cut marks on your wrist?" Meiling suddenly felt like she was under a hot spotlight, all eyes on her. She looked down at her wrist and cursed herself silently for not wearing a long sleeved shirt. "You haven't been doing anything to hurt yourself, right?"
"... I haven't done anything," the nineteen year old made it obvious she was lying. It was just as obvious that she had been cutting herself. Silence. She could finally hear the gentle scribble of a pen against a sheet of paper. The doctor finally handed it to her, looking at her in a more serious manner now.
"I would like you to go seek some help," she pointed to the address of a place on the paper and a few names. "This is a place that can help you--"
"You're telling me to go to one of those loony bins," mumbled Meiling, a hint of sarcasim in her voice, barely enough for her doctor to actually notice it. Although, despite the fact that she couldn't quite find the hint of sarcasim, she could hear what Meiling had said.
"Not really, they can help you. I'm going to phone them and say you're coming to talk to them," she continued to use her pen to scribble down words and such. She then handed the slip to Meiling.
"..Thank you," Meiling replied in diffrent voice. It didn't matter if she was lying, being sarcastic to her doctor, she always seemed to either not notice it, or just ignore and continue on. Meiling stod and slipped out between the door and down the hallway to the waiting room, where Syaoran sat waiting for her. The two exited the room before going back to conversation.
"She wants me to go to a loony bin," Meiling said softly, staring at her feet while walking. She slowly handed the slip to her fiancee, who read it silently, taking one glance at Meiling.
"It's probably--"
"For the best, I know," Meiling groaned slightly.
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"Morning," the boy's voice rang cheerfully as Meiling entered the room. The walls held scarlet colour, one wall holding a book shelf stocked with books, opposite that wall held a window showing the bright and lovely day outside. In the center laid a couch and a chair, a desk set behind him.
"Hiiragizawa, Eriol," he extended his hand, holding a cheerful smile. She took it after a slight moment of hesitation and blinked.
"Li, Meiling."
"Pleasure to meet you, Meiling," he said while letting his hand free from hers. He made his way to his chair, while Meiling sat down on the couch, avoiding all eye contact at all costs. She had began to focus attention on the books which laid on his shelf. "So, where would you like to begin?"
"What do you mean?"
"What or who do you want to talk about with me?"
Silence invaded the room for a few minutes while the girl cleared her thoughts.
"..Syaoran," Meiling turned her head slightly so able to take a glance at him and what he was currently doing. He had pulled out a notebook, and a midnight blue pen. She watched the top slowly move as he jotted down something on the paper. It was mostly likely her name and the day.
"Who's Syaoran?" He began again, trying to go back into conversation. The question seemed almost stupid. If he was going to try and help you would think he would of known who her fiancee was. She raised an eye brow at him very slightly.
"My fiancee."
"Really? That's good. Have you two planned a wedding and everything?"
"We haven't set a date, not now, no. He's kind of worr--nevermind." He paused and waited for her to say more.
"Did he propose recently?"
"It was a few months ago," Meiling said, pulling her hands together and placing them in her lap. Her eyes focusing on her nails, which were perfectly manicured, and designed into a French manicure. "I remember it pretty well, but, I don't want to talk about that, it's.. personal."
"All right. Meiling, I want to ask you something a bit personal."
"Go ahead."
"I heard you cut yourself.. why?"
"I've only done it once!" Silence strikes through the room again, and now the only thing heard is Eriol jotting down a quick note that she's only cut herself once. His midnight blue eyes finally look up from the paper to her. He gently pushed his glasses back to their place. She finally looked at the clock.
"Meiling?"
"What?"
"What happened that made you cut yourself?"
"I," she placed one hand on her stumach and looked at the wall opposite of him. "I, he, um.. I can't say."
Another note was jotted on the paper before he looked back at her, then at the clock, and at her. "All right, Meiling. We can talk more next week," she nodde and stood up, walking out of the room as fast as she could, continuing in the same speed down the hallway to where Syaoran sat. The attendant looked at her, then went back to what she was doing.
"I don't like this, Syaoran," she said softly through gritted teeth as he stood. "I hate this," she moved to the door with Syaoran following her. He opened and they left quietly.
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A tear gently streaked down her cheek as he sat down next to her in the living room. She had closed her eyes and leaned back slightly into his grasp, sighing deeply. "I don't like him.."
"Who?"
"Eriol. He's the guy who was talking to me."
"What'd he say?" Syaoran gently rubbed her shoulder in a comforting way. She shook her head very lightly, finally opening her eyes to look at him. Depression overcoming the ruby orbs. Concern overcoming his chocolate orbs. She sighed for what felt like the thousandth time this week.
"He asked who you were, in the beginning, and we talked about the wedding and how you propose. I didn't really tell him anything about that, and then he asked me why I," she shifted in her seat, a bit umcomfortable with the word 'cut'. "I, I.. cut myself."
"Why do you, though, Meiling?"
"Syaoran!" She began to move away from his grasp. "YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD KNOW!" She moved to farthest end of the couch and laid her elbows in her knees, and placed her face in her hands. A small clear tear drop dripped through her fingers. "You.. should know, Syaoran.."
"It's because you're pregnant, right?" He moved closer to her, attempting to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She pushed him away before he could suceed in his task. He blinked and moved back, apparently hurt emotionally. "All right," she could feel him get off the couch and move to the kitchen. She then heard the clutter of pots and pans.
"Syaoran," she whispered slightly into her hands, using her hand to gently push her hair out of her face and softly wipe the tears from her eyes. The girl then pulled her feet onto the couch, laid her head on the arm rest and turned her body to face the back cushions.
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Life is precious
But God takes it away--
Why we just don't know.
And in time we come to accept
That is was their time to go.
But what happens
When one takes his or her own life,
Leaving loves in despair--
Why did this person not understand:
There are people who care.
Peers understand it's hard to cope
When pressure gets too great,
But choosing death should not be
Your only choice or fate.
So when life's problems get you down
And you cannot see the end,
Find the time to call someone--
A buddy, peer, or friend.
~Lilian Gamble
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After Note:
Mmm.. Like? I think I have poems for most chapters, so keep expecting them? I hope you all are enjoying my suprisingly short chapters, and I hope you all will be kind enough to review each chapter I write. I take the time to type it and you should take the time to review it. No flames, thank you! ^^
By: Xiao-chan
Author's Note:
Welcome back.. I guess there isn't much to say anymore in my author's note, ne? No flames, and this chapter takes place a week after chapter four. That's all I can say right now, because I've said everything I needed to in the previous chapters. As always, no flames, and please be kind enough to review.
Also! I had fun, but the boy who's helping Meiling might be very.. very fimilar because I added him in. They have never met (Like I said, I threw away the original plot), so don't going "HEY, SHE KNOWS HIM!" or anything like that.. I kind of changed the personality of him, too.
Oh! ONE MORE THING. Since I'm kind of clueless on the whole nine months in pregnancy I never told you when they erm.. yah. That was intentional, I DID IT BECAUSE I'M CLUELESS. o_O
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Chapter Five: Trying.
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"Yes, Ms. Li, you are pregnant."
"I know. I just wish I wasn't," Meiling replied in a soft yet irritated voice back to her doctor. She had been sitting in a chair, nearly finished with her appointment. She could feel her doctor slowly scanning her again to make sure of everything. She had paused and hesitated before speaking.
"I would like to ask you, though, why exactly there are cut marks on your wrist?" Meiling suddenly felt like she was under a hot spotlight, all eyes on her. She looked down at her wrist and cursed herself silently for not wearing a long sleeved shirt. "You haven't been doing anything to hurt yourself, right?"
"... I haven't done anything," the nineteen year old made it obvious she was lying. It was just as obvious that she had been cutting herself. Silence. She could finally hear the gentle scribble of a pen against a sheet of paper. The doctor finally handed it to her, looking at her in a more serious manner now.
"I would like you to go seek some help," she pointed to the address of a place on the paper and a few names. "This is a place that can help you--"
"You're telling me to go to one of those loony bins," mumbled Meiling, a hint of sarcasim in her voice, barely enough for her doctor to actually notice it. Although, despite the fact that she couldn't quite find the hint of sarcasim, she could hear what Meiling had said.
"Not really, they can help you. I'm going to phone them and say you're coming to talk to them," she continued to use her pen to scribble down words and such. She then handed the slip to Meiling.
"..Thank you," Meiling replied in diffrent voice. It didn't matter if she was lying, being sarcastic to her doctor, she always seemed to either not notice it, or just ignore and continue on. Meiling stod and slipped out between the door and down the hallway to the waiting room, where Syaoran sat waiting for her. The two exited the room before going back to conversation.
"She wants me to go to a loony bin," Meiling said softly, staring at her feet while walking. She slowly handed the slip to her fiancee, who read it silently, taking one glance at Meiling.
"It's probably--"
"For the best, I know," Meiling groaned slightly.
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"Morning," the boy's voice rang cheerfully as Meiling entered the room. The walls held scarlet colour, one wall holding a book shelf stocked with books, opposite that wall held a window showing the bright and lovely day outside. In the center laid a couch and a chair, a desk set behind him.
"Hiiragizawa, Eriol," he extended his hand, holding a cheerful smile. She took it after a slight moment of hesitation and blinked.
"Li, Meiling."
"Pleasure to meet you, Meiling," he said while letting his hand free from hers. He made his way to his chair, while Meiling sat down on the couch, avoiding all eye contact at all costs. She had began to focus attention on the books which laid on his shelf. "So, where would you like to begin?"
"What do you mean?"
"What or who do you want to talk about with me?"
Silence invaded the room for a few minutes while the girl cleared her thoughts.
"..Syaoran," Meiling turned her head slightly so able to take a glance at him and what he was currently doing. He had pulled out a notebook, and a midnight blue pen. She watched the top slowly move as he jotted down something on the paper. It was mostly likely her name and the day.
"Who's Syaoran?" He began again, trying to go back into conversation. The question seemed almost stupid. If he was going to try and help you would think he would of known who her fiancee was. She raised an eye brow at him very slightly.
"My fiancee."
"Really? That's good. Have you two planned a wedding and everything?"
"We haven't set a date, not now, no. He's kind of worr--nevermind." He paused and waited for her to say more.
"Did he propose recently?"
"It was a few months ago," Meiling said, pulling her hands together and placing them in her lap. Her eyes focusing on her nails, which were perfectly manicured, and designed into a French manicure. "I remember it pretty well, but, I don't want to talk about that, it's.. personal."
"All right. Meiling, I want to ask you something a bit personal."
"Go ahead."
"I heard you cut yourself.. why?"
"I've only done it once!" Silence strikes through the room again, and now the only thing heard is Eriol jotting down a quick note that she's only cut herself once. His midnight blue eyes finally look up from the paper to her. He gently pushed his glasses back to their place. She finally looked at the clock.
"Meiling?"
"What?"
"What happened that made you cut yourself?"
"I," she placed one hand on her stumach and looked at the wall opposite of him. "I, he, um.. I can't say."
Another note was jotted on the paper before he looked back at her, then at the clock, and at her. "All right, Meiling. We can talk more next week," she nodde and stood up, walking out of the room as fast as she could, continuing in the same speed down the hallway to where Syaoran sat. The attendant looked at her, then went back to what she was doing.
"I don't like this, Syaoran," she said softly through gritted teeth as he stood. "I hate this," she moved to the door with Syaoran following her. He opened and they left quietly.
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A tear gently streaked down her cheek as he sat down next to her in the living room. She had closed her eyes and leaned back slightly into his grasp, sighing deeply. "I don't like him.."
"Who?"
"Eriol. He's the guy who was talking to me."
"What'd he say?" Syaoran gently rubbed her shoulder in a comforting way. She shook her head very lightly, finally opening her eyes to look at him. Depression overcoming the ruby orbs. Concern overcoming his chocolate orbs. She sighed for what felt like the thousandth time this week.
"He asked who you were, in the beginning, and we talked about the wedding and how you propose. I didn't really tell him anything about that, and then he asked me why I," she shifted in her seat, a bit umcomfortable with the word 'cut'. "I, I.. cut myself."
"Why do you, though, Meiling?"
"Syaoran!" She began to move away from his grasp. "YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD KNOW!" She moved to farthest end of the couch and laid her elbows in her knees, and placed her face in her hands. A small clear tear drop dripped through her fingers. "You.. should know, Syaoran.."
"It's because you're pregnant, right?" He moved closer to her, attempting to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She pushed him away before he could suceed in his task. He blinked and moved back, apparently hurt emotionally. "All right," she could feel him get off the couch and move to the kitchen. She then heard the clutter of pots and pans.
"Syaoran," she whispered slightly into her hands, using her hand to gently push her hair out of her face and softly wipe the tears from her eyes. The girl then pulled her feet onto the couch, laid her head on the arm rest and turned her body to face the back cushions.
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Life is precious
But God takes it away--
Why we just don't know.
And in time we come to accept
That is was their time to go.
But what happens
When one takes his or her own life,
Leaving loves in despair--
Why did this person not understand:
There are people who care.
Peers understand it's hard to cope
When pressure gets too great,
But choosing death should not be
Your only choice or fate.
So when life's problems get you down
And you cannot see the end,
Find the time to call someone--
A buddy, peer, or friend.
~Lilian Gamble
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After Note:
Mmm.. Like? I think I have poems for most chapters, so keep expecting them? I hope you all are enjoying my suprisingly short chapters, and I hope you all will be kind enough to review each chapter I write. I take the time to type it and you should take the time to review it. No flames, thank you! ^^