Wow... I own nothing. This storyline I guess, and the computer I
wrote it on.
*shrug*....Whatever...
Bold is
flashbacks
Italics is thoughts
Have fun. If I get
five reviews, (from anyone) I'll write more.
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The sun blazed down hot and muggy as Mimi stepped out from the shelter of the shaded building, her light brown hair immediately sagging as the moisture filled air swept around her.
She blew lightly up on her now limp golden bangs, succeeding only in moving the piece of hair slightly.
She was here to see him, and
the sooner she got this over with, the better. Her thoughts, however,
considered a different approach to the subject.
"Mimi, I love you, why can't you see that?"
"No, Matt, you don't. You only think you do. What you really love is my money, and I can't lie to myself anymore.
You
do not love me, and, I cannot stay here with you anymore."
'I
wish I could stop thinking about that...' she thought idly to herself
as she flagged down a taxi and hopped in.
"Central." She told
the driver, her thoughts lost someplace else.
'But The love
making was good...'
She argued with herself, somehow
trying to convince herself he was in some way good.
A horn honked,
and the driver of her taxi swerved sharply, throwing her shoulder
against the cold metal and glass of the right rear door.
The
distinct sound of impact yielded to her ears, and the impression of
something floating softly overhead, before reality set in again, and
time returned to normal speed.
She felt her head impact against
the serene, half-opened window, and for a while, soft blackness
enraptured her.
The sound of voices murmuring near her brought
her struggling to her conscious self, where she opened her bleary
eyes to find a few strange faces hovering over her.
A soft 'meep'
escaped her lips, and she sat bolt upright, her mind relaying to her
all it knew of the accident. She remembered; The body soaring
overhead as she felt the car door collide with her right side;
getting into the taxi outside the muggy building; her meeting with
Matt.
She gasped. "Matt!" Her eyes wandered to each of
the faces that had hovered over her and she saw they were all gazing
off to her left.
Her own eyes flicked over in the same direction,
and all she saw through the masses of feet in front of her was
red.
Quickly she stood, bracing herself against about three other
people as she dragged her slightly injured frame from the
ground.
'Ouch.'
She thought angrily, as someone's
hand brushed against her right shoulder. She gazed down at it and saw
to her surprise that red blood covered it, her blood.
She gasped
lightly, and ran her own fingers lightly over the redness that was
spreading across her blouse.
'Matter of fact,'
she
thought idly, running her fingers up the side of her face she found
more of the life-giving liquid running from a gash in her
temple.
Shouts could be heard over the unfamiliar sound of an
ambulance rushing toward her, and still, she found herself thinking
of Matt.
'Matt you silly fool, you would have enjoyed seeing me
like this.'
She thought crossly as she danced on her tiptoes
to see over some tall guy's head, some fat guy's balding hairline,
and some scary lady's hair.
She rested her hands on the large
man's broad shoulders, and heaved herself up to catch a glimpse of
what she could, only to find the only thing she could see before the
irritated man brushed her off his shoulders was a shock of strikingly
familiar blonde hair.
'No, It couldn't be...'
She
thought as she tried to push her way between a scrawny lady with ugly
red shoes and some random guy.
She finally broke through, and her
eyes fell on the prone body that was now surrounded by
paramedics, and each time they moved, the picture pieced itself
together.
'Oh please, No!'
Her eyes lay now
On not the lain out body of some random guy, but on the bleeding,
mangled figure of Yamato Ishida, the guy she had loved since she was
fifteen.
His amazingly perfect blonde hair lay mussed, streaked
with his own blood, his toned and muscled body lay twisted on the
ground, his beautifully shaped lips that sang songs, laughed, kissed,
and played that sly smile across them, were now parted slightly,
blood issuing forth from them.
But the part she found the
hardest, was that his icy cool blue eyes, that could melt her heart
in an instant, were now tightly shut, and she feared they may never
open again, never to see the many splendorous things that lay around
him, never to close in sleep, bliss or happiness, never to open again
and look at her, look deep inside her, in a way only he could, and
tell her it would all be all right.
'No, no, no!' Her mind
raced, how could he be here, now, as he was, when she was supposed to
meet him in about ten minutes, at Central, and they were going to
talk, and reminisce about old times. How could he be here at
all?
Her voice caught hard in her throat as she plowed her way
through the masses of gawking people, through a bunch of couples
holding hands and each other tightly, as if this tragedy could NEVER
happen to them, but just to make sure... through a bunch of burly
police officers standing watch over the scene as if it was just
another idiot on the road, but it wasn't, this time, it was
different, it was MATT.
The cops wrapped their hands around her
slim forearms, and jerked her backwards as the paramedics loaded
what looked like Matt into a stretcher and toward the waiting
ambulance.
She finally found her voice again as the front wheels
hit the edge and began folding.
"MATT!" She screamed
out, the pain and longing she had felt for the past five years
pouring out of her at an inopportune moment, standing in a crowd,
screaming like a maniac at the man who had hurt her the most, but at
the same time taught her the most, Her throat began to hurt, but she
didn't care, as she pulled against the policemen's hands, Screaming
out to him, again and again, if only he would wake up and this would
all be over.
Her cries turned to soft whimpers and she sagged
down, toward the ground, all her strength gone, and big pearly tears
began slowly coursing down her cheeks, as she softly whispered out
one last time, "Matt..."
Realization dawned on her, and
she looked up at the sign post hovering over the broken
taxi.
Central.
So,
this was all her fault...
