A/N: Wow...I haven't written a fic since like, FOREVER...it's probably
writer's block. But hey. School is over. I'M GOING TO MISS EVERY SINGLE
ONE OF YOU...I LOVE YOU ALL! THANKS FOR MAKING MY LAST YEAR IN YOKO THE
BEST! Okae...on to the story! Sorry...I'm a little sap-tied...sigh...
Disclaimer: Slices, slivers, glasses, servings. Sigh. OH WELL! I HAVE
NOW TAKEN A...A...A HELPING OF CCS!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! Ok. Nevermind. But
you know...
Note: Cussing.
I'm LivingDead or Gone, Part 7
I wake up to a delirious world, pitch black and blurry with the
memories of the previous. Tomoyo slapping my face, calling me a , tears
running down her perfect face. Syaoran watching silently, his eyes clouded
over, unknowing, not wanting, just watching, drunk.
There are a line of bruises across my face and down my back, one eye
is swollen shut, the other, I can't even open all the way. The world is
white now. I look beside me. A plastic sack of blood, an IV stuck into
my arm. My heartbeat...weak. But I'm alive. Still...where am I? Am I in
a hospital? It smells like iodine and medicine in this room...and then
suddenly a nurse towers over my face, blocking out the light of the overcast
sky. She smiles at me, and holds out a pill in her hand.
"Here, honey, take the pill, you need it. Your friends are outside.
Well, the girl is. What's her name? Tomoko? Toyota?"
"To..." For a second there, I don't remember. The world to me is blurred
and undefined. Then a flash of memory comes back to my mind and I remember
everything.
"Tomoyo," I say with a hint of sourness in my voice. "Tomoyo
Daidouji." I take the pill from her hand and swallow it whole, not even
needing water. "Where..is...Syaoran?" Even though he had abused me he was
still my savior. I needed to find him.
"Oh, the man?" The nurse looked uneasy. "Well, after the incident he
ran off. No one knows where he is at the moment. But the police are looking
for him. Underage drinking, you know."
I nod, not half knowing what she's saying. How old is he again? Fifteen...sixteen...seventeen.
Yeah, seventeen.
Suddenly my stomach lurches foward and I retch, but nothing comes out.
My head throbs uncontrollably and painfully. The room spins; my eyes
droop and my head clouds over. The nurse looks at me for a second, soothing
me with her eyes, then leaves the room.
Minutes pass, which swell into hours. After awhile I've practically
memorize the room. I think of getting up, rolling around the halls on the
IV cart, but no....I hurt too much...emotionally probably more than physically...
Suddenly there's a knock at the door and I stiffen. The nurse pokes
her head in.
"You have a visitor, dear," She said. God, she's probably the only
person who's been nice to me in the past 24 hours.
"Who...who is...who is it?" I barely manage to choke the words out.
"Your friends...Tomoyo.....and the boy...."
I sit straight up, forgetting about my injury, and immediately am seared
with a stinging pain so powerful and hurtful. The nurse rushes to my side
as I lay back down, panting, sweating.
"Um...you can bring them in..." I say tiredly. "One...one at a time..."
The nurse nods and motions Syaoran in first.
Oh, I can't admit it, but I've missed his sweet and deep face. He looks
at me with tears in his eyes, his hand lightly covering mine. Then a tear
rolls down his cheek.
My weak hand lifts itself up and wipes it away, and miraculously I
feel no pain. He smiles weakly and chokes back a sob.
"Sakura....I....I'm so sorry for what I did....I was drunk....I didn't
know...I swear that if I knew what I was doing to you I would have jumped
off the roof and commited suicide."
I smile inspite of my pain. "Sssh," I say. I am so thankful for everything
he's done for me. How he helped me discover the me that I really was. But
that me is fading now. I can feel it...
"I love you, Syaoran..." I say. I can't remember if this was the first
time I'd ever said that. I'd probably thought it more times than I can
remember, but saying it too him...
His tears are really real now, coming in small rivers down his face.
"I...I love you too, Sakura..."
Emotional pain wells up inside me as I finally hear the words coming
from his lips. I don't think he's ever said it directly to me before. But
now, while I lay in a hospital bed, weak, and possibly dying, I hear the
3 words that I thought I would never hear in my life...
Then the nurse walks in and smiles at us. Syaoran looks up and nods.
The nurse leads him out as he looks back, one, two, three times, and I
know he doesn't want me to go but that it isn't his decision.
Then, Tomoyo walks in.
Forever I had thought that Tomoyo Daidouji was my bestest friend in
the whole world, even in the 8th grade, when the sex goddess chose to heave
me under her shoulders as her slave. I respected her then. And now, just
2...maybe 3 hours ago she'd slapped me, beat me up, stuck me with a knife,
maybe, because there's a throbbing pain in my upper arm. She's looking
at me with a sad face, her makeup gone, her eyes, red and blotchy, her
face, puffy, and she is sniffling, hiccuping the pain that she caused herself.
"Sa-sa-sakura," She chokes out. "I-I am so damn sorry. You...y-you
are my best friend and I am so sorry for any hell that I caused you, ever..."
Hell? Let's see, if I could tell Tomoyo how many times I've took an
unwanted vacation in hell I'd practically be telling her my life story.
I hate her, I love her, I despise her, I worship her. A love/hate relationship
that we both can't control.
"Yeah..." I turn away. "If I die, you know..."
Tomoyo gasped and erupted into a fresh set of tears. "I-I'd be p-p-put
in jail for...for murder wouldn't I?!?!?!?"
"Yes, Tomoyo, but I don't think I'm going to die..." I have never,
in my whole life, seen Tomoyo so scared. She was always so...so lively,
energectic, voluptous, vivacious, bossy, bitchy. Never scared, small, and
timid. It was amazing to see Tomoyo act...well...normal.
"I...I hope you don't die, Sakura..." Her eyes are clouded over. I
know this is hard for her. "Are you still my best friend?"
I think of everything Tomoyo did to me. She made me the worthelss
one of the school, she beat me up, she stole the person I loved, she stabbed
me, she hated me, she loved me, she enslaved me. And I respected her. She
would always be above my status but we'd been together forever. I always
stood by her side, and even though she'd never stood by mine, if I was
gone from her life, Tomoyo would be small, worthless, an ant, just like
I was. I was her protector. Even though it wasn't as if she ever did anything
with me, she never really did do anything bad to me, except beat me up.
Sure. She was a bitch. A sex goddess. A voluptous ray of beauty. But underneath
all the hype and makeup she was my best friend. I had to sccept that.
I looked at Tomoyo squarely in the eye and smiled.
"Of course."
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A/N: Whew! This isn't the end...or is it? I want everybody who reviews
to answer these questions:
1) Do you like the way I portrayed Tomoyo?
2) Do you like the way Sakura is?
3) Should I continue?
This seems to be a good chapter for an ending, but then again,
I'd like to write more but I don't know what it would be about. Maybe I'll
write an epilouge but that's it...what do you all think? xoxo, ladyxkodomo
:)