Trying to Cheat Fate
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
Wow, amazing how I've wrote two chapters for this fiction during my vacation.. Ah.. Thats kind of pathetic. I guess I just have nothing better to do, hm?
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Chapter Twelve: Eriol.
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"Eriol?" Syaoran asked quietly, considering Meiling was sleeping once again, since loosing blood seemed to drag her to the point were she just needed to sleep.
"This is him."
"It's Syaoran Li. I didn't catch you in a bad time?"
"Not a bad time at all."
"Okay, great." He turned and walked back into their bedroom, where Meiling slep soundly on the bed, her bandaged hand placed under her pillow. He walked back into the hallway and shut the door behind him. "Listen, Meiling cut herself again." He heard Eriol sigh for a moment. "No, it's not as bad as it sounds."
"How so? What happened?"
"I went to check the mail and I came back she had cut herself, and she was whimpering, and holding her wrist. We cleaned it and I started to feel bad, thinking she cut herself because.. Well, the reason is really long."
"I have time. Go ahead." Eriol encouraged. Syaoran could hear him taking out a notebook and flipping pages, probably to a blank one.
He sighed himself. "Well, I asked her if she did it because she thought I didn't love her, and I kind of went into this thing saying, 'We were kids then. Even if I loved Sakura, I would of still loved you, but more of a family and friendly way, but that's love, isn't it?' and I asked her if she thought I was trying to stop her to make her life miserable. I went into explanation, and I even told her that if she didn't want the baby, fine, but atleast not get an abortion. I said, she should give it to another family instead of an abortion. I told her the whole reason I why I did all this for her was because I loved her. She started crying and hugging me and I had her promise she'd stop cutting herself. Guess what? She promised me."
"Syaoran, listen, I'm not trying to put your hopes down, but some promises don't last. She may do it again, because a promise isn't actually binding her from knifes and whatever else she could use--"
"Don't you tell me that! When I found her, before I heard her scream 'WHY CAN'T YOU TAKE THE HELP YOU GET? WHAT THE FUCK--' excuse the langauge. 'IS YOUR PROBLEM, MEILING?' And I know it was true, I swear to God, it was true. She was crying, upset because she was making me feel bad."
"No, I'm not saying it's 100% positive she'll pick a knife back up--"
"See, I've known her since.. forever, and I can tell when she says she's not going to do something, whether she is telling a lie or is being true. This is not something she'd lie to me about, and even if she did, none of us are very good at lying and we can tell when eachother is lying. She wasn't."
Eriol sighed. "Okay, if you really think that she'll stop, I'll believe you until she starts showing signs that she's depressed, okay? I still want to see her every week, just to make sure, though, until the baby is born."
"Fine. All right, that's all I wanted to tell you. I'll call you if anything is up. 'Bye."
"Bye."
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"Where do you want to start?" Eriol smiled, leaning back against his chair while Meiling was sitting opposite of him, a little bit of distance between him and her.
She looked down at her hands, she had laced her fingers together, and was moving her thumbs in circles around eachother. "Syaoran told me that he told you about my promise." She took a glance up and saw Eriol nod. "He said you have some doubt in me."
He shifted in his seat a bit. "It's just some people will say they'll stop, and it doesn't happen."
"I promised I'd stop."
"I know you did, and I'm sure you will stop. I'm just going to continue to talk to you to make sure you do stop. You know, help you along."
She stopped moving her thumbs in circles and sat back a bit, uncrossing her legs, then crossing them again, the other leg over the other one. "Did he tell you what happened? I mean, you know, everything? I mean, from when he was thinking I.. cut.. myself because he thought I didn't love him?" Eriol nodded, while Meiling gave an uneasy "oh". She sighed, wondering why Syaoran had to tell Eriol all that, it was like, all of the sudden he was both her and Syaoran's therapist.
"I wanted that kind of secret," she whispered quietly.
"He only told me. It'll stay between you, Syaoran, and I. If you want, I'll try to forget it. Might not work, mind you."
She nodded. "Okay." She went back to circling her thumbs. He took a glance away, and then back to her.
"You can tell me anything, Meiling, you know that, right?"
She sighed. "I know, I should, it'd probably help, wouldn't it?" She faked a laugh. She had told him things she didn't want to, and maybe it had helped her, but then again, maybe it hadn't. She couldn't tell the difference.
He nodded once again. "I do think it would help, but maybe some things aren't ment to be spilled. I think that is what you're thinking. But you never know, some information you'd prefer to keep deep inside you may be that precious information we need to help you quit.. hurting yourself."
"You don't need any information from me, I promised I'd stop! A promise is a promise, and even if you have doubts that I'll do it to myself again, I believe in myself, so does Syaoran. I don't see why your opinion matters.." She uncrossed her legs and folded her elbows, placing them against her knees, and running her fingers through her bangs till her forehead rested in her palms of her right and left hand. She stared down at her shoes, along with the floor. "A promise is a promise, Eriol. I know I'll stop, and Syaoran trusts me and knows I will. That's all that matters."
"With an attitude like that," He leaned back once again, till his head rested against his seat, him folding his hands and setting them on his lap. "I'm sure you can stop."
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After Note:
Some chapters are ment to be short, like this one. Gomen nasai, but it made a good stop right there, and you'll see another chapter soon, most likely.
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
Wow, amazing how I've wrote two chapters for this fiction during my vacation.. Ah.. Thats kind of pathetic. I guess I just have nothing better to do, hm?
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Chapter Twelve: Eriol.
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"Eriol?" Syaoran asked quietly, considering Meiling was sleeping once again, since loosing blood seemed to drag her to the point were she just needed to sleep.
"This is him."
"It's Syaoran Li. I didn't catch you in a bad time?"
"Not a bad time at all."
"Okay, great." He turned and walked back into their bedroom, where Meiling slep soundly on the bed, her bandaged hand placed under her pillow. He walked back into the hallway and shut the door behind him. "Listen, Meiling cut herself again." He heard Eriol sigh for a moment. "No, it's not as bad as it sounds."
"How so? What happened?"
"I went to check the mail and I came back she had cut herself, and she was whimpering, and holding her wrist. We cleaned it and I started to feel bad, thinking she cut herself because.. Well, the reason is really long."
"I have time. Go ahead." Eriol encouraged. Syaoran could hear him taking out a notebook and flipping pages, probably to a blank one.
He sighed himself. "Well, I asked her if she did it because she thought I didn't love her, and I kind of went into this thing saying, 'We were kids then. Even if I loved Sakura, I would of still loved you, but more of a family and friendly way, but that's love, isn't it?' and I asked her if she thought I was trying to stop her to make her life miserable. I went into explanation, and I even told her that if she didn't want the baby, fine, but atleast not get an abortion. I said, she should give it to another family instead of an abortion. I told her the whole reason I why I did all this for her was because I loved her. She started crying and hugging me and I had her promise she'd stop cutting herself. Guess what? She promised me."
"Syaoran, listen, I'm not trying to put your hopes down, but some promises don't last. She may do it again, because a promise isn't actually binding her from knifes and whatever else she could use--"
"Don't you tell me that! When I found her, before I heard her scream 'WHY CAN'T YOU TAKE THE HELP YOU GET? WHAT THE FUCK--' excuse the langauge. 'IS YOUR PROBLEM, MEILING?' And I know it was true, I swear to God, it was true. She was crying, upset because she was making me feel bad."
"No, I'm not saying it's 100% positive she'll pick a knife back up--"
"See, I've known her since.. forever, and I can tell when she says she's not going to do something, whether she is telling a lie or is being true. This is not something she'd lie to me about, and even if she did, none of us are very good at lying and we can tell when eachother is lying. She wasn't."
Eriol sighed. "Okay, if you really think that she'll stop, I'll believe you until she starts showing signs that she's depressed, okay? I still want to see her every week, just to make sure, though, until the baby is born."
"Fine. All right, that's all I wanted to tell you. I'll call you if anything is up. 'Bye."
"Bye."
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"Where do you want to start?" Eriol smiled, leaning back against his chair while Meiling was sitting opposite of him, a little bit of distance between him and her.
She looked down at her hands, she had laced her fingers together, and was moving her thumbs in circles around eachother. "Syaoran told me that he told you about my promise." She took a glance up and saw Eriol nod. "He said you have some doubt in me."
He shifted in his seat a bit. "It's just some people will say they'll stop, and it doesn't happen."
"I promised I'd stop."
"I know you did, and I'm sure you will stop. I'm just going to continue to talk to you to make sure you do stop. You know, help you along."
She stopped moving her thumbs in circles and sat back a bit, uncrossing her legs, then crossing them again, the other leg over the other one. "Did he tell you what happened? I mean, you know, everything? I mean, from when he was thinking I.. cut.. myself because he thought I didn't love him?" Eriol nodded, while Meiling gave an uneasy "oh". She sighed, wondering why Syaoran had to tell Eriol all that, it was like, all of the sudden he was both her and Syaoran's therapist.
"I wanted that kind of secret," she whispered quietly.
"He only told me. It'll stay between you, Syaoran, and I. If you want, I'll try to forget it. Might not work, mind you."
She nodded. "Okay." She went back to circling her thumbs. He took a glance away, and then back to her.
"You can tell me anything, Meiling, you know that, right?"
She sighed. "I know, I should, it'd probably help, wouldn't it?" She faked a laugh. She had told him things she didn't want to, and maybe it had helped her, but then again, maybe it hadn't. She couldn't tell the difference.
He nodded once again. "I do think it would help, but maybe some things aren't ment to be spilled. I think that is what you're thinking. But you never know, some information you'd prefer to keep deep inside you may be that precious information we need to help you quit.. hurting yourself."
"You don't need any information from me, I promised I'd stop! A promise is a promise, and even if you have doubts that I'll do it to myself again, I believe in myself, so does Syaoran. I don't see why your opinion matters.." She uncrossed her legs and folded her elbows, placing them against her knees, and running her fingers through her bangs till her forehead rested in her palms of her right and left hand. She stared down at her shoes, along with the floor. "A promise is a promise, Eriol. I know I'll stop, and Syaoran trusts me and knows I will. That's all that matters."
"With an attitude like that," He leaned back once again, till his head rested against his seat, him folding his hands and setting them on his lap. "I'm sure you can stop."
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After Note:
Some chapters are ment to be short, like this one. Gomen nasai, but it made a good stop right there, and you'll see another chapter soon, most likely.