Believe in Magic
By Kara
Oh, gosh! I have messed up COMPLETELY with my sewing project for Home. Ec. I have found out that I stink with the sewing machine… Now, there is a big wad of thread in a knot on my shorts, and I have no idea how to un-knot it. Maybe I should just stick to Basketball, swimming, roller blading, singing, writing, and everything other than sewing. *sweat drops* Anyways… I'm starting to wonder why I called this story "Believe in Magic." *sweat drops again* Well, please review! I work hard on this, for no money and on my own time…
Hikari's head throbbed with pain. She couldn't take the impact of it all.
She closed her eyes, and let her head sink into the pillow.
She was at a place with heavy mist and thick air. Everything was foggy, and dusty.
"Where am I?" she asked herself.
The fog soon cleared, to an open dusty field. There was a shadowed creature. Hikari could see herself, and Takeru on the field, a little bruised up.
Hikari snapped out of her vision, and gasped. What was everything supposed to mean to her?
Hikari sadly gazed out the window. 'I wish I could be strong… And be hopeful… I wish I could be like Taichi, courageous and a good leader… not meek and quiet like me… I wish I were hopeful like Takeru… I'm sorry, Takeru… I need to prove myself to me… I need to know that I don't need to be protected…'
Hikari bit her lower lip, to prevent herself from crying out in pain. She half staggered into the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, relieving her by a little.
Hikari slowly brought her gaze to a clock. 'Only four thirty!' she thought, not one bit drowsy. She was only a bit nauseous. She heard footsteps. She quickly turned.
"What are you doing up?" Taichi yawned. "Is anything wrong?"
Hikari felt relief. "Uh… no… I just… was awoken by my clock and… I can't seem to get back to sleep… I must've set it wrong…" Hikari lied.
"Oh… okay…" Taichi once again yawned. He returned to bed.
Hikari sighed, and looked around. She was restless. She knew she couldn't go back to sleep with the images of the fresh dream in mind. 'A shower… cleanse me of my secrets…' she thought.
She stepped into the shower, hot and lulling. She took a long forty- five minute shower, and stepped out. She dried her hair.
Hikari stiffened, her muscles becoming tense. Something was wrong. She gazed into the mirror. She froze and swallowed slowly.
'No… no… no!!!! I must be going crazy!!!' Hikari thought. She trembled in fear, and grabbed her brush. She refused to believe it. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. But it was there… in harsh reality…
Hikari screamed. She felt like she was being choked, as if somebody was trying to muffle her scream. She continued to scream. But could anybody hear her???
"HELP!!!!!" she yelled bloody murder, terrified.
*
Takeru suddenly jerked up straight. He had dreamt something… so strange. He had dreamed that he had been writing something. He had a bloody knife in one hand… and he had a jar with thin red blood. And he had been writing something… but he couldn't remember.
He nervously got out of bed, and paced back and forth until his heart stopped racing. He gasped softly. He didn't know what to make of his dream. 'Could it possibly connect to anything?' he thought.
Takeru was restless. He knew he couldn't go back to bed. Besides, who would at 5: 15??? He'd have to get up at six anyways.
Takeru rubbed his hands. They were strangely… soft and warm, with a wrinkled look… 'I didn't take a shower!' he told himself. He laughed nervously, as he glanced about.
"Those hands will kill… again…" a cold and distinct voice hissed.
Takeru jerked his head, and he turned. A cold feeling went up his spine. "Again?" he stammered. His heart raced, and his head throbbed.
He clenched his fists, so they were all white. "Who are you???" he yelled angrily, feeling so helpless.
There was no answer, except his door creaked, mysteriously, and a cold draft entered the room.
"Mom???" he questioned weakly. He felt like he would pass out—from a vague fatigue… seemingly faraway, but so near… He was so tired, as he breathed heavily.
*
Taichi gazed at the scene sadly and angrily.
"You've done all you can," Mr. Yagami tried to comfort his son.
The police had come, but they couldn't figure anything out.
Taichi peaked into the bathroom. Somehow… somehow, the misty hot fog was still there… nothing else, though. But he trusted his sister. He knew, somehow, something was dead wrong. "What happened here?" he questioned gravely and softly.
Taichi frowned. 'Rooms can't talk…' he chided himself. 'I should have noticed something earlier… how she had been acting so funny.' Taichi swiftly turned, and eyed the phone. He should have done it earlier, but he forgot, and it was still only five forty-five.
He slowly dialed a number, and waited at the monotonous ring…
*
Takeru waited for something to happen. The house was dead quiet. The quietness was certainly eerie, and gave the house a… dead sense. Nothing stirred, like the world was dead—or at least the house.
Takeru began to tap his hands softly, but the continuous tapping made the house sound eerier. He stopped himself. 'Nothing's alive, Takeru… It's all part of your overactive imagination!' Takeru told himself.
Suddenly, a loud ring came.
Takeru jumped at the urgent sound, and slowly picked the phone up.
"Takaishi residence…" he said as calmly as he could. "And who is this?"
"Takeru?" Taichi greeted coldly.
"Uh… hi…" Takeru replied, feeling something bad had happened.
"Why are you awake?" Taichi asked suspiciously.
"Uh… the phone was ringing?" Takeru answered.
"Or were you awake before? You don't sound very sleepy…" Taichi continued accusingly.
"I was awake before… I had a bad dream…" Takeru finally confessed.
"Do you know what's up with Hikari?" Taichi asked as casually as he could.
"Well… she's been acting strangely… but, that's it…" Takeru slowly told Taichi.
Taichi growled. "What did you do??? What did she say??? Why didn't you tell me???" he demanded.
"Well…" Takeru felt his self-esteem shrink. "I promised not to tell… She didn't tell me anything either… She only said that… she had a bad dream…"
Taichi stiffened. "Are you sure?"
"Yah…" Takeru said uncertainly. "Uh… why?"
"You'll hear… later…" Taichi promised. "But… I don't feel comfortable talking about it…"
"Okay… Well, bye…" Takeru felt relief flooding into him. He knew that he didn't really want to hear why.
"Bye…" Taichi hung up.
Takeru turned on the kitchen light, and made himself some breakfast. Soon, he turned on the television to see the weather forecast… but something caught his eye on local news. He turned up the volume.
"And, in the six 'o clock news, you will hear about a strange scene, involving a young girl who attends Odaiba Elementary, the morning car crash…" the announcer drawled.
Takeru froze. He had a bad feeling… a really bad feeling that it was Hikari who was in the "strange scene."
Mrs. Takaishi entered the kitchen, and greeted her son. "Good morning, Takeru… You're up early."
Takeru merely gave a stiff nod, and listened carefully.
"And to the strange scene," the television anchor began. "This morning, at five fifteen A.M."—Takeru frowned. He had woken up… exactly at five fifteen—"Yagami Hikari, a thirteen-year-old girl attending Odaiba Elementary"—Takeru froze at Hikari's name—"was found in her house in the bathroom, screaming. She kept telling the police to look into the mirror, into the red words."—Takeru frowned—"However, although she took a shower quite some time ago, the fog is still there… and…"
The anchor woman turned to a screen and said, "Good morning, Jenko… Can you tell us anything about this… paranormal event?"
"Yes… Let's show you the bathroom…"—the bathroom mirror was still foggy—"this is how the place was found thirty minutes ago"—suddenly, the mirror broke into hundreds of pieces and the guide jumped—"Well…"—red blood became visible—"This is interesting! The writing seems to say…"—Takeru froze. He couldn't believe what the writing said. He let his bowl crash to the ground.
HAHAHAHAHA!!! I know you guys don't earn a cliffhanger, since you waited so long for this chapter… but… I couldn't resist!!!!!! I haven't decided what it says, yet… *sweat drops* Anyways… What happened to Hikari, anyways? Did… did she die??? I haven't decided that, either… In fact, I worked fairly hard on this chapter… However, due to minor writers' block, I was delayed. That's why there might be a choppy part in the beginning. I started it, but then, I got writers' block. I despise writers' block… Please be nice and review!!!! Or else I might not have enough imagination or inspiration to write the next chapter…
~Kara Kasai
By Kara
Oh, gosh! I have messed up COMPLETELY with my sewing project for Home. Ec. I have found out that I stink with the sewing machine… Now, there is a big wad of thread in a knot on my shorts, and I have no idea how to un-knot it. Maybe I should just stick to Basketball, swimming, roller blading, singing, writing, and everything other than sewing. *sweat drops* Anyways… I'm starting to wonder why I called this story "Believe in Magic." *sweat drops again* Well, please review! I work hard on this, for no money and on my own time…
Hikari's head throbbed with pain. She couldn't take the impact of it all.
She closed her eyes, and let her head sink into the pillow.
She was at a place with heavy mist and thick air. Everything was foggy, and dusty.
"Where am I?" she asked herself.
The fog soon cleared, to an open dusty field. There was a shadowed creature. Hikari could see herself, and Takeru on the field, a little bruised up.
Hikari snapped out of her vision, and gasped. What was everything supposed to mean to her?
Hikari sadly gazed out the window. 'I wish I could be strong… And be hopeful… I wish I could be like Taichi, courageous and a good leader… not meek and quiet like me… I wish I were hopeful like Takeru… I'm sorry, Takeru… I need to prove myself to me… I need to know that I don't need to be protected…'
Hikari bit her lower lip, to prevent herself from crying out in pain. She half staggered into the bathroom. She splashed water on her face, relieving her by a little.
Hikari slowly brought her gaze to a clock. 'Only four thirty!' she thought, not one bit drowsy. She was only a bit nauseous. She heard footsteps. She quickly turned.
"What are you doing up?" Taichi yawned. "Is anything wrong?"
Hikari felt relief. "Uh… no… I just… was awoken by my clock and… I can't seem to get back to sleep… I must've set it wrong…" Hikari lied.
"Oh… okay…" Taichi once again yawned. He returned to bed.
Hikari sighed, and looked around. She was restless. She knew she couldn't go back to sleep with the images of the fresh dream in mind. 'A shower… cleanse me of my secrets…' she thought.
She stepped into the shower, hot and lulling. She took a long forty- five minute shower, and stepped out. She dried her hair.
Hikari stiffened, her muscles becoming tense. Something was wrong. She gazed into the mirror. She froze and swallowed slowly.
'No… no… no!!!! I must be going crazy!!!' Hikari thought. She trembled in fear, and grabbed her brush. She refused to believe it. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. But it was there… in harsh reality…
Hikari screamed. She felt like she was being choked, as if somebody was trying to muffle her scream. She continued to scream. But could anybody hear her???
"HELP!!!!!" she yelled bloody murder, terrified.
*
Takeru suddenly jerked up straight. He had dreamt something… so strange. He had dreamed that he had been writing something. He had a bloody knife in one hand… and he had a jar with thin red blood. And he had been writing something… but he couldn't remember.
He nervously got out of bed, and paced back and forth until his heart stopped racing. He gasped softly. He didn't know what to make of his dream. 'Could it possibly connect to anything?' he thought.
Takeru was restless. He knew he couldn't go back to bed. Besides, who would at 5: 15??? He'd have to get up at six anyways.
Takeru rubbed his hands. They were strangely… soft and warm, with a wrinkled look… 'I didn't take a shower!' he told himself. He laughed nervously, as he glanced about.
"Those hands will kill… again…" a cold and distinct voice hissed.
Takeru jerked his head, and he turned. A cold feeling went up his spine. "Again?" he stammered. His heart raced, and his head throbbed.
He clenched his fists, so they were all white. "Who are you???" he yelled angrily, feeling so helpless.
There was no answer, except his door creaked, mysteriously, and a cold draft entered the room.
"Mom???" he questioned weakly. He felt like he would pass out—from a vague fatigue… seemingly faraway, but so near… He was so tired, as he breathed heavily.
*
Taichi gazed at the scene sadly and angrily.
"You've done all you can," Mr. Yagami tried to comfort his son.
The police had come, but they couldn't figure anything out.
Taichi peaked into the bathroom. Somehow… somehow, the misty hot fog was still there… nothing else, though. But he trusted his sister. He knew, somehow, something was dead wrong. "What happened here?" he questioned gravely and softly.
Taichi frowned. 'Rooms can't talk…' he chided himself. 'I should have noticed something earlier… how she had been acting so funny.' Taichi swiftly turned, and eyed the phone. He should have done it earlier, but he forgot, and it was still only five forty-five.
He slowly dialed a number, and waited at the monotonous ring…
*
Takeru waited for something to happen. The house was dead quiet. The quietness was certainly eerie, and gave the house a… dead sense. Nothing stirred, like the world was dead—or at least the house.
Takeru began to tap his hands softly, but the continuous tapping made the house sound eerier. He stopped himself. 'Nothing's alive, Takeru… It's all part of your overactive imagination!' Takeru told himself.
Suddenly, a loud ring came.
Takeru jumped at the urgent sound, and slowly picked the phone up.
"Takaishi residence…" he said as calmly as he could. "And who is this?"
"Takeru?" Taichi greeted coldly.
"Uh… hi…" Takeru replied, feeling something bad had happened.
"Why are you awake?" Taichi asked suspiciously.
"Uh… the phone was ringing?" Takeru answered.
"Or were you awake before? You don't sound very sleepy…" Taichi continued accusingly.
"I was awake before… I had a bad dream…" Takeru finally confessed.
"Do you know what's up with Hikari?" Taichi asked as casually as he could.
"Well… she's been acting strangely… but, that's it…" Takeru slowly told Taichi.
Taichi growled. "What did you do??? What did she say??? Why didn't you tell me???" he demanded.
"Well…" Takeru felt his self-esteem shrink. "I promised not to tell… She didn't tell me anything either… She only said that… she had a bad dream…"
Taichi stiffened. "Are you sure?"
"Yah…" Takeru said uncertainly. "Uh… why?"
"You'll hear… later…" Taichi promised. "But… I don't feel comfortable talking about it…"
"Okay… Well, bye…" Takeru felt relief flooding into him. He knew that he didn't really want to hear why.
"Bye…" Taichi hung up.
Takeru turned on the kitchen light, and made himself some breakfast. Soon, he turned on the television to see the weather forecast… but something caught his eye on local news. He turned up the volume.
"And, in the six 'o clock news, you will hear about a strange scene, involving a young girl who attends Odaiba Elementary, the morning car crash…" the announcer drawled.
Takeru froze. He had a bad feeling… a really bad feeling that it was Hikari who was in the "strange scene."
Mrs. Takaishi entered the kitchen, and greeted her son. "Good morning, Takeru… You're up early."
Takeru merely gave a stiff nod, and listened carefully.
"And to the strange scene," the television anchor began. "This morning, at five fifteen A.M."—Takeru frowned. He had woken up… exactly at five fifteen—"Yagami Hikari, a thirteen-year-old girl attending Odaiba Elementary"—Takeru froze at Hikari's name—"was found in her house in the bathroom, screaming. She kept telling the police to look into the mirror, into the red words."—Takeru frowned—"However, although she took a shower quite some time ago, the fog is still there… and…"
The anchor woman turned to a screen and said, "Good morning, Jenko… Can you tell us anything about this… paranormal event?"
"Yes… Let's show you the bathroom…"—the bathroom mirror was still foggy—"this is how the place was found thirty minutes ago"—suddenly, the mirror broke into hundreds of pieces and the guide jumped—"Well…"—red blood became visible—"This is interesting! The writing seems to say…"—Takeru froze. He couldn't believe what the writing said. He let his bowl crash to the ground.
HAHAHAHAHA!!! I know you guys don't earn a cliffhanger, since you waited so long for this chapter… but… I couldn't resist!!!!!! I haven't decided what it says, yet… *sweat drops* Anyways… What happened to Hikari, anyways? Did… did she die??? I haven't decided that, either… In fact, I worked fairly hard on this chapter… However, due to minor writers' block, I was delayed. That's why there might be a choppy part in the beginning. I started it, but then, I got writers' block. I despise writers' block… Please be nice and review!!!! Or else I might not have enough imagination or inspiration to write the next chapter…
~Kara Kasai