Mirror
by Keruseyu
Chapter 3
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Somebody FLAMED me. .! And didn't even give their name.
Well, you stupid asshole, SCREW OFF! My story, my plot- I AM THE AUTHOR. In a fic, the author knows ALL. So either get your head outta your ass or shut the hell up.
Bastard...
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'Why the HELL did you DO that!!!???'
He'll... the rest of my thought trailed off.
'He'll WHAT?'
He'll hurt me.
My inward voice softened its tone, trying to be quieter.
'It's okay, he's a nice guy. He wouldn't... you know.'
How do you know?
'...'
That's my point. You don't. He'll hurt me, just like HE hurts me.
'Let's talk-'
NO!!!!
I grimace. I never get very rough with my conscience. But fear made me bold.
No. I will NOT put myself in the path of sorrow again. And that is FINAL.
My thoughts are high-strung with emotion. I won't let this conquer me.
I was going to SURVIVE, God damn it!!!
And in order to do that, I had to let everything go. Escpecially friendship.
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"Hey, Kela-"
Neal frowned as the girl brushed past him yet again. She had been pulling this crap for the last month.
He'd try to talk. And she would run away. Not literally, of course, but she would duck into the bathroom and stay there for a while until he left, even if it meant being late for class. And he'd try again, but she'd repeat the procedure, and then he's be stuck talking to thin air. Of all his friends, only Yukimi supported the idea. Others, like Alanna and Owen, told him to let it go. But he couldn't.
There was always that little bit of hope, deep in his heart, that she would respond eventually.
So giving up was out of the question.
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Kel sighed as she sat down under a tree to eat her lunch. She felt stupid, being the only kid who had the nerve to sit in the courtyard with the 'other crowd'- the punks and suicide cases. People who were street-tough. Of course, they never bothered her. She hadn't proved herself through fighting- but wasn't the fact that she never spoke outside of the classrooms enough?
Almost everyone at school thought of her a Gothic freak who was secretly a sadist, or something like that. She had no friends- the only ones who bothered her were that annoying couple. Neal and Yukimi.
She ate her food silently, not even glancing up when a very familiar group of people stepped into the courtyard.
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Alanna glared at the kids who had taken their table.
Neal's group glanced around the room hopefully, but to no avail. All the seats were taken.
They glanced out the window. "We could always sit outside?" Neal said pleadingly. Alanna, Owen- even Yukimi. They all gave him looks that could kill. "With THEM?" Alanna gestured outside at the druggist wierdos leaning against the courtyard wall.
Neal gulped. "Um... It wouldn't be that bad..." They glared at him again.
"Neal, you're being stupid!" Owen pointed out. "They'd kill us! And you only want to talk to miss bitch!" Neal flushed.
"Look at her, guys! She's all alone!" Neal pouted, something he rarely did. It was sure to work.
And it did.
Alanna groaned. "All right..." she grumbled. "But if they beat the shit out of us, I'm sending the medical bill to you!"
They all strode resignedly into the courtyard.
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Alanna gasped as someone grabbed her shoulders from behind.
"What th' hell is a hottie like you doin' out here?" Questioned an obviously stoned teen.
"Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." Neal gulped. Dangerous-looking people were closing in on their small party.
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Alanna shifted into a fighting position as they seperated her and Yukimi from the rest.
"What have we here? Two little girls... aren't they precious!" Taunted a guy who was around 7 feet tall. Alanna's purple eyes blazed with fury as her solid fist connected with his jaw. Yukimi whimpered as a guy tugged her skirt, hurriedly kicking him in the stomach as she scampered away.
Alanna continued to thrash about, knocking many out. But they were outnumbered, and soon even their male friends began to tire.
Neal, who had been backing slowly towards the door, motioned for his friends to run. Yukimi fell at the last moment, screaming as a guy grabbed fistfuls of her long ebony locks.
Someone grabbed the back of his shirt and practically threw him inside.
"Wait! Yukimi!" he gasped out. Alanna, the one who had grabbed him, rushed to the window to watch.
She yelled as a guy flew through the window, sending shards of glass flying across the now-empty lunch room.
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'Why the hell did I have to go save her!?' Kel thought to herself as she threw yet another idiotic fool aside. Yukimi was slung over her shoulder, knocked out by a blow to her head.
'I am SUCH a fool!'
She rushed to the window, hurriedly handing the unconscious girl to her boyfriend.
"Get the hell out of here!" She hissed as Neal joined her through the shattered window. "No!" he said quietly, yet firmly. "I'm staying!"
"But the girl-"
"She'll be fine."
Kel glared at him, but held her position. She couldn't let him know she was bordering on exhaustion from her beating the night before- that every time she took a blow, she was worsening her terrible condition considerably.
She couldn't. Panting from lack of air, she socked another guy across the courtyard. She fell against the wall, breathing heavily.
'Can't... let...'
Her eyes fluttered shut as she slumped against the wall.
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"Hey... you okay?" Neal shook the girl gently. After beating the ever-loving shit out of the kids attacking her, he had valiantly picked her prone form off the ground and taken her away to someplace safe. That was the glorified version. Neal actually slipped in a pile of blood and nearly squished the girl, and had gotten out by pure luck and luck alone.
He then proceded to dash like a maniac through the deserted halls.
He started when a small hand tapped his shoulder. He tensed, then relazed when he realized who it was. "Yukimi, thank God..." Yukimi gasped, looking Kel over. "Hurry! This way!" She led him into the parking lot, assisting him and Neal into Alanna's van.
They sped off. Owen was driving, and Neal was shoved into the front seat. Owen- who didn't even have his liscense yet- nearly ran every red light there was to get to Alanna's house as quickly as possible. He gritted his teeth as Neal urged him to go faster for Kel's sake. He didn't give a shit about HER. Yukimi, Alanna, and Neal were the only ones he cared about.
He slammed into the driveway, barely missing the fence. They rushed Kel inside- or rather, Neal did. Alanna and Owen just stood by, and Yukimi scurried to get a medical kit. Neal laid the girl down on the couch, looking on worriedly as Yukimi removed her jacket.
Neal gaped. Bruises, both old and new, covered every inch of the girl's skin. On top of these was a tapestry of scars, cuts, and bandages. Half of the white linen strips had turned red with fresh blood. Yukimi pried a bandage off Kel's arm, blanching as blood flowed freely over her hands.
Alanna came around the corner, dropping the icepack she had been holding to her newly developed black eye.
She stared at the girl on the couch, violet orbs wide in shock. "N-neal?" She whispered, sinking down next to the pair.
Yukimi snapped out of her horrified stupor. "Neal, out." she ordered, voice shaking. Neal wordlessly got up and left the room.
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Alanna assisted Yukimi in taking the unconscious girl into the guest bedroom. Only then did they truly assess her wounds.
Yukimi felt Kel's body, solemnly poking and prodding. She sat back, letting out a deep sigh.
Alanna got up from her post at the door and laid a hand on her friend's shoulder. "How bad is it?"
The other girl took a deep breath.
"5 broken ribs with two half-healed, a fractured wrist, dislocated shoulder, cracked collar bone, badly sprained ankle and numerous cuts and bruises."
Alanna whistled. Just today in physical education, the girl she had referred to so often as 'that bitch', had landed on her side while saving their volleyball game against the other team. Alanna winced at the pain such a fall would cause if she had 5 broken ribs. 'And yet she didn't say a word...'
"Girl's got guts." Alanna said stoutly.
Yukimi laughed, a harsh sound that sounded pained. "No, Alanna. This isn't a joke. She couldn't possibly have gotten all of this today."
Alanna started as a tear splashed on the unconscious girl's cheek. "She... she said something to me today. Y'know, in the fight.
"I asked her why she came to help me. And she said..."
Another tear fell.
"I don't know if it was the fight getting to her head, but she told me. She said 'I get hurt enough. Why not a little more? I can take this pain. It'll be tripled once I get home, anyway.' It was the way she said it, Alanna. It made me feel so sad... Like something was tearing my heart in two. She didn't deserve anything we did to her. When you and Owen called her 'bitch.' I think..."
"You think what?"
"I think we should help her."
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Say it. That had to be the sappiest, corniest, stupidest chappie I have EVER posted. I'm really stressed. Well, Merry Christmas, happy Hannukah, etc!
by Keruseyu
Chapter 3
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Somebody FLAMED me. .! And didn't even give their name.
Well, you stupid asshole, SCREW OFF! My story, my plot- I AM THE AUTHOR. In a fic, the author knows ALL. So either get your head outta your ass or shut the hell up.
Bastard...
===
'Why the HELL did you DO that!!!???'
He'll... the rest of my thought trailed off.
'He'll WHAT?'
He'll hurt me.
My inward voice softened its tone, trying to be quieter.
'It's okay, he's a nice guy. He wouldn't... you know.'
How do you know?
'...'
That's my point. You don't. He'll hurt me, just like HE hurts me.
'Let's talk-'
NO!!!!
I grimace. I never get very rough with my conscience. But fear made me bold.
No. I will NOT put myself in the path of sorrow again. And that is FINAL.
My thoughts are high-strung with emotion. I won't let this conquer me.
I was going to SURVIVE, God damn it!!!
And in order to do that, I had to let everything go. Escpecially friendship.
===
"Hey, Kela-"
Neal frowned as the girl brushed past him yet again. She had been pulling this crap for the last month.
He'd try to talk. And she would run away. Not literally, of course, but she would duck into the bathroom and stay there for a while until he left, even if it meant being late for class. And he'd try again, but she'd repeat the procedure, and then he's be stuck talking to thin air. Of all his friends, only Yukimi supported the idea. Others, like Alanna and Owen, told him to let it go. But he couldn't.
There was always that little bit of hope, deep in his heart, that she would respond eventually.
So giving up was out of the question.
===
Kel sighed as she sat down under a tree to eat her lunch. She felt stupid, being the only kid who had the nerve to sit in the courtyard with the 'other crowd'- the punks and suicide cases. People who were street-tough. Of course, they never bothered her. She hadn't proved herself through fighting- but wasn't the fact that she never spoke outside of the classrooms enough?
Almost everyone at school thought of her a Gothic freak who was secretly a sadist, or something like that. She had no friends- the only ones who bothered her were that annoying couple. Neal and Yukimi.
She ate her food silently, not even glancing up when a very familiar group of people stepped into the courtyard.
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Alanna glared at the kids who had taken their table.
Neal's group glanced around the room hopefully, but to no avail. All the seats were taken.
They glanced out the window. "We could always sit outside?" Neal said pleadingly. Alanna, Owen- even Yukimi. They all gave him looks that could kill. "With THEM?" Alanna gestured outside at the druggist wierdos leaning against the courtyard wall.
Neal gulped. "Um... It wouldn't be that bad..." They glared at him again.
"Neal, you're being stupid!" Owen pointed out. "They'd kill us! And you only want to talk to miss bitch!" Neal flushed.
"Look at her, guys! She's all alone!" Neal pouted, something he rarely did. It was sure to work.
And it did.
Alanna groaned. "All right..." she grumbled. "But if they beat the shit out of us, I'm sending the medical bill to you!"
They all strode resignedly into the courtyard.
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Alanna gasped as someone grabbed her shoulders from behind.
"What th' hell is a hottie like you doin' out here?" Questioned an obviously stoned teen.
"Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." Neal gulped. Dangerous-looking people were closing in on their small party.
===
Alanna shifted into a fighting position as they seperated her and Yukimi from the rest.
"What have we here? Two little girls... aren't they precious!" Taunted a guy who was around 7 feet tall. Alanna's purple eyes blazed with fury as her solid fist connected with his jaw. Yukimi whimpered as a guy tugged her skirt, hurriedly kicking him in the stomach as she scampered away.
Alanna continued to thrash about, knocking many out. But they were outnumbered, and soon even their male friends began to tire.
Neal, who had been backing slowly towards the door, motioned for his friends to run. Yukimi fell at the last moment, screaming as a guy grabbed fistfuls of her long ebony locks.
Someone grabbed the back of his shirt and practically threw him inside.
"Wait! Yukimi!" he gasped out. Alanna, the one who had grabbed him, rushed to the window to watch.
She yelled as a guy flew through the window, sending shards of glass flying across the now-empty lunch room.
===
'Why the hell did I have to go save her!?' Kel thought to herself as she threw yet another idiotic fool aside. Yukimi was slung over her shoulder, knocked out by a blow to her head.
'I am SUCH a fool!'
She rushed to the window, hurriedly handing the unconscious girl to her boyfriend.
"Get the hell out of here!" She hissed as Neal joined her through the shattered window. "No!" he said quietly, yet firmly. "I'm staying!"
"But the girl-"
"She'll be fine."
Kel glared at him, but held her position. She couldn't let him know she was bordering on exhaustion from her beating the night before- that every time she took a blow, she was worsening her terrible condition considerably.
She couldn't. Panting from lack of air, she socked another guy across the courtyard. She fell against the wall, breathing heavily.
'Can't... let...'
Her eyes fluttered shut as she slumped against the wall.
===
"Hey... you okay?" Neal shook the girl gently. After beating the ever-loving shit out of the kids attacking her, he had valiantly picked her prone form off the ground and taken her away to someplace safe. That was the glorified version. Neal actually slipped in a pile of blood and nearly squished the girl, and had gotten out by pure luck and luck alone.
He then proceded to dash like a maniac through the deserted halls.
He started when a small hand tapped his shoulder. He tensed, then relazed when he realized who it was. "Yukimi, thank God..." Yukimi gasped, looking Kel over. "Hurry! This way!" She led him into the parking lot, assisting him and Neal into Alanna's van.
They sped off. Owen was driving, and Neal was shoved into the front seat. Owen- who didn't even have his liscense yet- nearly ran every red light there was to get to Alanna's house as quickly as possible. He gritted his teeth as Neal urged him to go faster for Kel's sake. He didn't give a shit about HER. Yukimi, Alanna, and Neal were the only ones he cared about.
He slammed into the driveway, barely missing the fence. They rushed Kel inside- or rather, Neal did. Alanna and Owen just stood by, and Yukimi scurried to get a medical kit. Neal laid the girl down on the couch, looking on worriedly as Yukimi removed her jacket.
Neal gaped. Bruises, both old and new, covered every inch of the girl's skin. On top of these was a tapestry of scars, cuts, and bandages. Half of the white linen strips had turned red with fresh blood. Yukimi pried a bandage off Kel's arm, blanching as blood flowed freely over her hands.
Alanna came around the corner, dropping the icepack she had been holding to her newly developed black eye.
She stared at the girl on the couch, violet orbs wide in shock. "N-neal?" She whispered, sinking down next to the pair.
Yukimi snapped out of her horrified stupor. "Neal, out." she ordered, voice shaking. Neal wordlessly got up and left the room.
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Alanna assisted Yukimi in taking the unconscious girl into the guest bedroom. Only then did they truly assess her wounds.
Yukimi felt Kel's body, solemnly poking and prodding. She sat back, letting out a deep sigh.
Alanna got up from her post at the door and laid a hand on her friend's shoulder. "How bad is it?"
The other girl took a deep breath.
"5 broken ribs with two half-healed, a fractured wrist, dislocated shoulder, cracked collar bone, badly sprained ankle and numerous cuts and bruises."
Alanna whistled. Just today in physical education, the girl she had referred to so often as 'that bitch', had landed on her side while saving their volleyball game against the other team. Alanna winced at the pain such a fall would cause if she had 5 broken ribs. 'And yet she didn't say a word...'
"Girl's got guts." Alanna said stoutly.
Yukimi laughed, a harsh sound that sounded pained. "No, Alanna. This isn't a joke. She couldn't possibly have gotten all of this today."
Alanna started as a tear splashed on the unconscious girl's cheek. "She... she said something to me today. Y'know, in the fight.
"I asked her why she came to help me. And she said..."
Another tear fell.
"I don't know if it was the fight getting to her head, but she told me. She said 'I get hurt enough. Why not a little more? I can take this pain. It'll be tripled once I get home, anyway.' It was the way she said it, Alanna. It made me feel so sad... Like something was tearing my heart in two. She didn't deserve anything we did to her. When you and Owen called her 'bitch.' I think..."
"You think what?"
"I think we should help her."
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Say it. That had to be the sappiest, corniest, stupidest chappie I have EVER posted. I'm really stressed. Well, Merry Christmas, happy Hannukah, etc!