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Chapter 7 YukiÕs bedroom

2 years before meteor, four years ago

ÒYuki, itÕs me, Elena. May I come in?Ó
ÒIs he gone?Ó
ÒWho?Ó
ÒYou know who, Ms. Elena,Ó
ÒYes your father is gone. If you look, you can see your parentÕs limo driving away. Stop this foolishness, Yuki,Ó
The door remained losed, but Elena heard the lock click. She walked slowly towards the door. Yuki had never been so antisocial before, not even when her father was around, which was when she would go to her room and Òdo homeworkÓ. Elena placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. She slid open the door and slowly stepped inside. The room was dark, except for the illumination from YukiÕs wire lights that were strung across the back of her room. Yuki sat in the corner of her room facing her window. Her short black hair was slicked and combed, but her eyes were red from crying and glared with a deep hatred.
ÒI hate him, Ms. Elena,Ó
ÒWho?Ó
ÒHim,Ó YukiÕs eyes glared fiercely at something unseen and her hand covered the bottom part of her mouth.
ÒI hate him. Everyone must think of me as an evil child for saying such things, but how can I be evil if all I do is tell the truth. At least IÕm honest with myself, not delude myself with the thoughts of mindless automotons. Even though I may be evil in the eyes of everyone except for you and my mother, IÕll never be as evil as him. People think IÕm evil, but IÕve never done anything that is evil. He has, it makes me sick,Ó YukiÕs voice cracked.
ÒYuki, I donÕt think youÕre evil,Ó
ÒI canÕt cry anymore, Ms. Elena,Ó
ÒWhat? Why are you crying? You donÕt have anything to cry about,Ó
ÒYou donÕt know. You donÕt know the suffering heÕs caused. That poor little boy and that poor Turk, You just donÕt know,Ó
ÒDonÕt know what?Ó
ÒWhat heÕs done, what IÕm crying for,Ó
ÒFor whom are you crying?Ó
ÒEveryone. The baby who never got to choose his life, me, who was given life by one who takes it away, and for the Turk. I pity him the most. The pain is weighing me down, I canÕt cry. All I feel is hate,Ó
ÒYuki, stop,Ó
ÒAll I feel is pain. I donÕt want to. Everyone tells me to love my father, but I canÕt. I can never. Have you seen these pictures? TheyÕre quite graphic. Especially these ones. The off the record photos. TheyÕre pictures of Chaos. HeÕs achained to the wall in this one. Here he is, unconscious and pinned to the operating table. HerÕs one mid transformation. ItÕs all here. No one ever looked. I looked. I know. IÕll never forgive him!Ó
ÒYuki!Ó
ÒI canÕt!Ó
ÒIÕm not saying you should. Just move on. ThereÕs nothing you can do. LetÕs just be Yuki and Elena having a girlÕs night. LetÕs watch a movie and order out for Chinese. ItÕll be fun and youÕll forget all this. If you feel you can ever help to make it better, do something, but donÕt dwell on something that happened twenty years ago. Go on, do your best and do whatever you want. Give me a hug, Yuki,Ó
Yuki gave Elena a hug and sighed into her dark blue uniform. She trembled and mumbled something into ElenaÕs arm.
ÒElena, I canÕt cry anymore,Ó
ÒI know,Ó
ÒElena, youÕre the only one I can talk to like this,Ó
ÒReally?Ó
ÒYes, Thank You. IÕm sorry for all the pain IÕve caused you,Ó
ÒYou havenÕt caused me any pain,Yuki,Ó
ÒI havenÕt?Ó
ÒNo, seeing you is always a pleasure. IÕm proud to protect someone like you. YouÕre brave and firm in your beliefs. Never change Yuki, always be yourself,Ó
ÒOkay, I promise. You know something, Elena? YouÕre not like the other Turks. YouÕre too nice,Ó
ÒCome on, thereÕs some crab rangoon with your name on it at the take-out place,Ó