THE NEXT CHAPTER MAUAHAAH. Hrrrm...well just continue reading, same
warnings,
don't do anything I wouldn't do! *rams head against wall*
CHAPTER 2: EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I KNEW
Touya ate his ice cream without me. He didn't care and it wasn't as if I wasn't okay with him eating ice cream without me. Dad had left us two ice cream pudding treats in the fridge, why he even made one for me was beyond my reasoning.
He slurped and he bit into his treat without even once looking at me. It wasn't as if I was going to demand him to look at me. I wasn't ten anymore, I didn't have to let himlook at me or else I'd have a horrible day. He made a face and continued eating away like a pig.
"Go ahead. Slurp it down. I don't give. It's not like I'm going to have to let you talk to me Touya, I'm not a girl anymore."
He didn't answer, he just looked at me strangely but continued to bury his face with the massive pile of cream that awaited his pig like lips to endulge. I looked down at my own pudding but didn't dare touch the surface. Dad had made it, it was contaminated.
"Eat it Sakura. It's not poison." he finally said, giving me a stern glare.
"How would you know Touya-kun, he doesn't have a grudge against you like he does me, for all I know. This could have rat poison in it." I poked around at the creamy concoction and pulled out a cherry and ate it to satisfy my brother's nerves.
"If you're not going to eat it. I will. Poison or not." I gulped, the cold cherry swirved down my throat and the sensation of the fruit's sweet aroma twisted my head. I pushed the bowl away. This food was not to be eaten by me.
"Fine. Give it to me, I'll eat it squirt." He took the bowl and pushed aside his own. He continued to spoon the bitterly sweet cream into his mouth and his enjoyment revolted my very being.
"I'm going to my room." I got up and pushed the chair back into the table and slowly walked down the yellow hallway into my own room.
I sat at the vanity for a while, looking at my straight auburn hair. It was long and grand some said. I didn't think so. I thought it looked like a broom's head. There were bits of blonde poking around in the tendrils of brown thread. I didn't like them but I knew that they were there to stay.
I closed my eyes and thought of things that were beyond my control. I dreamt of things like fairies, unicorns, and minstrils like I had in my other dreams. They were the only things that comforted me now. But when I closed my eyes once more the image of a young brown haired boy dashed through my thoughts. The boy was fair and beautiful and the boy was someone that seemed very close to me...yet he was so unknown to my being. My aura. "Arigatou Sakura-chan, thank you my first love." the boy said, before his voice started shrill and boyish but his chords ended in a deep lustful husky tone.
"Syaoran." I found myself saying. Li Syaoran. But who was this boy that I had mentioned? What did his name mean to me? I seived through my memories but found nothing but blank thoughts and my father's complaining and bitching. I shuddered and looked back into my reflection.
"I've been searching deep down in my soul, words that I've been hearing are starting to get old, it feels like I'm starting all over again, the last three years were just pretend,"
But my memory recclaimed me. Syaoran was my first love, but I didn't remember him. I barely did. It had almost been five long years he was gone and I was starting to feel the bitter quality that humans posessed most, forgettfullness, I curse genetics for their foul play.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door. I turned around and saw a girl draped in a long pale dress. Her hair was black and her smile was merry. Tomoyo smiled and looked for a spot to sit on my bed. She pushed over some of my clothes and sat perfectly still and waited for me to speak.
"Hello Tomoyo." I said, turning my chair towards the girl.
"Hello Sakura," she said, "listen, I want to tell you something..." she struggled to get the words from her mouth and she gave up half way trying to tell me. She shrugged and her smile turned to an uneasy grin.
"I had a dream Tomoyo, I had dream about a beautiful boy." I said, looking out into the window.
"It was Syaoran wasn't it?"
"It was, how do you know?"
"Sakura, you love Syaoran. It isn't hard to see. You can deny it all you will, but your angst will be the only answer you'll get. I wish you'd be true to your heart about this Sakura-chan." she breathed deeply and tried to find answers in me, but I was blank and shallow as kiddie pool water. There were no answers that lay in me.
"You know nothing. You know nothing! I don't even remember his smell, his face, his everything. He is nothing to me. He is erased from my memory! Do you hear me? I can't even remember his face!" I didn't even hear my own screams. My screams of agony. I didn't even hear my own words that came from my lips. I didn't remember anything; a silence bombarded my head and my heart was growing tired.
CHAPTER 2: EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I KNEW
Touya ate his ice cream without me. He didn't care and it wasn't as if I wasn't okay with him eating ice cream without me. Dad had left us two ice cream pudding treats in the fridge, why he even made one for me was beyond my reasoning.
He slurped and he bit into his treat without even once looking at me. It wasn't as if I was going to demand him to look at me. I wasn't ten anymore, I didn't have to let himlook at me or else I'd have a horrible day. He made a face and continued eating away like a pig.
"Go ahead. Slurp it down. I don't give. It's not like I'm going to have to let you talk to me Touya, I'm not a girl anymore."
He didn't answer, he just looked at me strangely but continued to bury his face with the massive pile of cream that awaited his pig like lips to endulge. I looked down at my own pudding but didn't dare touch the surface. Dad had made it, it was contaminated.
"Eat it Sakura. It's not poison." he finally said, giving me a stern glare.
"How would you know Touya-kun, he doesn't have a grudge against you like he does me, for all I know. This could have rat poison in it." I poked around at the creamy concoction and pulled out a cherry and ate it to satisfy my brother's nerves.
"If you're not going to eat it. I will. Poison or not." I gulped, the cold cherry swirved down my throat and the sensation of the fruit's sweet aroma twisted my head. I pushed the bowl away. This food was not to be eaten by me.
"Fine. Give it to me, I'll eat it squirt." He took the bowl and pushed aside his own. He continued to spoon the bitterly sweet cream into his mouth and his enjoyment revolted my very being.
"I'm going to my room." I got up and pushed the chair back into the table and slowly walked down the yellow hallway into my own room.
I sat at the vanity for a while, looking at my straight auburn hair. It was long and grand some said. I didn't think so. I thought it looked like a broom's head. There were bits of blonde poking around in the tendrils of brown thread. I didn't like them but I knew that they were there to stay.
I closed my eyes and thought of things that were beyond my control. I dreamt of things like fairies, unicorns, and minstrils like I had in my other dreams. They were the only things that comforted me now. But when I closed my eyes once more the image of a young brown haired boy dashed through my thoughts. The boy was fair and beautiful and the boy was someone that seemed very close to me...yet he was so unknown to my being. My aura. "Arigatou Sakura-chan, thank you my first love." the boy said, before his voice started shrill and boyish but his chords ended in a deep lustful husky tone.
"Syaoran." I found myself saying. Li Syaoran. But who was this boy that I had mentioned? What did his name mean to me? I seived through my memories but found nothing but blank thoughts and my father's complaining and bitching. I shuddered and looked back into my reflection.
"I've been searching deep down in my soul, words that I've been hearing are starting to get old, it feels like I'm starting all over again, the last three years were just pretend,"
But my memory recclaimed me. Syaoran was my first love, but I didn't remember him. I barely did. It had almost been five long years he was gone and I was starting to feel the bitter quality that humans posessed most, forgettfullness, I curse genetics for their foul play.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door. I turned around and saw a girl draped in a long pale dress. Her hair was black and her smile was merry. Tomoyo smiled and looked for a spot to sit on my bed. She pushed over some of my clothes and sat perfectly still and waited for me to speak.
"Hello Tomoyo." I said, turning my chair towards the girl.
"Hello Sakura," she said, "listen, I want to tell you something..." she struggled to get the words from her mouth and she gave up half way trying to tell me. She shrugged and her smile turned to an uneasy grin.
"I had a dream Tomoyo, I had dream about a beautiful boy." I said, looking out into the window.
"It was Syaoran wasn't it?"
"It was, how do you know?"
"Sakura, you love Syaoran. It isn't hard to see. You can deny it all you will, but your angst will be the only answer you'll get. I wish you'd be true to your heart about this Sakura-chan." she breathed deeply and tried to find answers in me, but I was blank and shallow as kiddie pool water. There were no answers that lay in me.
"You know nothing. You know nothing! I don't even remember his smell, his face, his everything. He is nothing to me. He is erased from my memory! Do you hear me? I can't even remember his face!" I didn't even hear my own screams. My screams of agony. I didn't even hear my own words that came from my lips. I didn't remember anything; a silence bombarded my head and my heart was growing tired.