Understanding - Chapter 3
For Tomoyo, the next four months would represent probably some of the hardest of her entire life. Within 24 hours of having returned from Christmas vacation, Val had managed to reduce the girl to tears. When she had returned home that evening, she found a note waiting for on Val's door and her paintings lying on the floor, scuffed and for all intents and purposes, detroyed.
Tomoyo knelt down in front of the painting, cradling the sum of all her hard work, which now lay destroyed at the hands of her roomate. Looking up at the door, she forced herself to read the note on her door.
Bitch, get you're crap out of my sight, and quit stinking up the place. I hate you and I hope you die.
The Management.
That was the last straw for Tomoyo. The rage and hatred that she felt were incredible. She was furious. Not even bothering t o knock, she stormed into Val's bedroom, to be greeted with one of the smugest looks she had ever met. The shock of seeing the sheer pride on Val's face made Tomoyo hesitate, but the fury quickly returned.
What happened next would forever be a blur to Tomoyo, she remembered reaching the bed and reaching out to strangle the smug look off of Val's face, but everything afterwards was a blur. When she woke up, she found herself lying on her bed, her breath catching as she tried to sit up and was assailed by pain. Collapsing back onto the bed, Tomoyo began to survey what damage she could see without moving too much. Her arms, from wrists to shoulders were covered by a series of scratches, some deeper than others, and she noticed that her fingers were bleeding where two of her fingernails appeared to have been torn off. Considering the condition of her arms, Tomoyo was hesitant to finish her survey. Turning her head, she saw that the cordless phone was not far away from her head. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Tomoyo reached for the phone and dialed the number, which, just recently, she had learned by heart.
"Hello??"
"Eriol?" she rasped out through cracked lips. How long have I been here? she wondered.
Eriol ears picked up, obviously something was wrong and he was extremely worried. He'd been surprised that Tomoyo had called, he hadn't heard from her in at least 2 days.
"Tomoyo? What's wrong? Is it Val again?" he nearly shouted in his mounting concern.
Hearing the concern in his voice, Tomoyo felt tears gathering in her eyes.
"Eriol?" she began, her voice hitching on her restrained sobs, "I need you..." she finished in a whisper, not even certain that he had heard her. Slowly, she felt darkness taking over again.
Eriol was in a panic. He had never heard Tomoyo sound like this, and when she suddenly disconnected the phone, Eriol knew he had to get to her, and the quickest way possible. He did not even hesitate to use his magic to transport himself directly to her bedroom, but the sight which greeted him was far worse than anything he could have ever imagined.
Tomoyo's room looked like a hurricane had gone through it, on the floor in front of her bed, were two of her paintings, scuffed nearly beyond recognition, though Eriol immediatly recognized them, as she had been so proud of the two works of art.
But the state Tomoyo herself was in was far worse than the room. Her shirt was caked with blood, and her face was so bruised and swollen that you could hardly make out her features. Her arms were covered with bruises, cuts and scrapes. Eriol didn't even want to think about what sort of injuries might lay beneath the surface. As he approached the bed, he was able to discern the slight rise and fall of her chest, and he sighed in relief, At least she's alive, he thought with relief.
"Barely," he muttered bitterly.
"E--eri--??"
Eriol all but ran the remaining distance to the bed as the broken girl on it was caught up in a coughing fit.
"Shhhh....Tomoyo, it's okei...I'm here...." he whispered soothingly, trying to touch the girl to comfort her without causing more physical pain to her broken body.
"Eriol...it..it hurts...." she rasped through cracked lips, her body shaking with unreleased sobs.
"Listen to me, Tomoyo, we need to get you to the hospital, you're badly hurt and---"
"No,"she grated between teeth, trying to sit up, but collapsing in a ball of pain on the bed, "people die in hospitals...people die there...no...." she whimpered.
Eriol sighed in defeat, heading to the bathroom for a washcloth and the first aid kit, although he knew in the back of his mind that Tomoyo needed a lot more than could come out a mere first aid kit. On the way, he noticed the rest of the apartment for the first time. He thought that Tomoyo's room had looked bad, it was nothing compared to the living room and kitchen. He paused momentarily on the way back, and it was then that he noticed it. The only things that were broken were things that belonged to Tomoyo. Never before in his life had he been filled with such fury, he thought he would explode from the force of it.
That. Is. The. Very. Last. Straw !! He felt his magic building until it was a flame of blue fury surrounding his entire body, expanding until he heard a scream from the other room.
"What are you!?!" Val shrieked at him, coming out of her room, throwing whatever her hands came across at him. They were all burned up harmlessly by the magic surrounding his body, which grew even more as his rage increased.
"You bitch," he gritted out through clenched teeth, "I warned you. This time you've gone too far!!"
The flames around Eriol burst forth, filling the entire apartment with their rage.
End of Chapter 3
Author's note: all right, so as we can tell, we're starting to deviate from reality. The long and short of it is that she made my remaining four months a living hell of misery wherein I was not permitted to use any of the apartment save my bedroom and the bathroom, though I definitely got my revenge, no needs for worries there. This, however, is what would've been nice to have happened to her. Hey!! They burned witches in the middle ages, if it worked then, why not now?
Hehehehe….
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Winter-sama
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