*Pillar*

She walked down the road, the murky lights of the street lamps played shadows among her body. She shivered and hugged her coat closer to her. The memory of the last few hours played in her head over and over not giving her any relief from the pain. He had come this man the one she called her 'lover'. He was angry, that much she could tell, but didn't know why. She had simply asked him why had he stormed into her home like that and what was the matter. He had responded by pulling out a gun, a .44 calaber.

He had pointed it to her face, his finger on the trigger. She closed her eyes and waited for what was to come, but it never came. She opened one of her eyes at the sound of the man's cocky laugh. She opened both her eyes fully. He stood there saying something about the gun having no bullets. His eyes were cold, and emotionless. She began to speak but as suddenly as she opened her mouth the handle of the gun met her right temple in a harsh greeting. Her green eyes bulged, she quavered a bit then fell in a heap to the floor. She could hear him laughing, a nonhumorous laugh that chilled her to the bones. He bent down and sent another blow to her temple, then darkness surrounded her. Her senses drifting away from her, she fell into unconsiciousness. The last words she heard were something about getting rid of *itches.

She awoke about a hour or two after. She slowly lifted her head, the throbbing unable for her to bare. She blinked a couple of times trying to clear the colors and shapes that floated in front of her eyes. She cautiously looked around to see if he was still there. From were she was laying on the ground she could see him. He was sitting on the large creamy colored leather couch. His eyes were closed, but the television was blaring. She stood up as slowly and as quietly as her shaky body would allow her to. She creeped slowly to the door. Luckly her coat was thrown harpazardly on the floor, she bent and picked it up. She looked over her shoulder, afraid he would be standing right behind her. She opened the door which let out a loud screech, she turned, fear radiating from her, she looked back to see if he was still sleeping. He was still slumped on the couch. She sighed with relief and stepped out the door. When she steped out into the night, the air was fridged, the ground
had frost lining it, the wind blew stinging her cheeks and sending chills down her body.

She had ran as fast as she could away from her home, her head pounding, not turning back in fear he was following her. That was how she came to be here, walking along the frozen road. When her mind cleared up a little, her thoughts went wadering. How did I end up here, when was it that my life turned upside down? She asked herself that, but she knew the answer all to well. It was a mistake to have come back. She should have stayed were she knew she was appreciated, but no, she had to come back here were no one cared. The only one who cared here was long gone, her grandmother. She thought of how stupid she had been to come, no one cared, no body had really noticed when she was gone for two months straight except for Yukari and Amano, her mother a drug addict, her father long gone and Micheal her adorable little brother who she had loved so dearly much, dead. She had lied to him, actualy all of them back in Gaea when she said she had a family, her only family was Yukari
after her brother and grandmother died in the plane crash, but know she was gone as well, she left to England with Amano.

That's when the tears started flowing from her eyes. It was the first time in 6 years she had really cried. She always kept it in, she always held her tears behind lock and key, but today some how they escaped and came running down her pale frozen cheeks. She staggered a bit trying to keep her balance, but fell to the gound, the tears blinding her vision. She sat there not bothering to get up, and cried, she cried for her brother, for her grandmother, for her mother who was know just a shell no soul living within her, she cried for herself, and she cried for him, because she longed for him, because she knew she loved him and there was nothing she could do to get her raven haired angel back. After there were no more tears left to be shed, she picked herself up, her head pounding more than ever. Her knees felt like jello sloshing around a bowl, but she forced herself to walk. She saw head lights coming in the opposite direction. She stepped further in the road waving her hands
around wildly trying to get the drivers attention. She immediatly regretted it. The car stopped and there he was, gun in hand. A queer smile played along his lips. He pulled the trigger not saying one word. His eyes a cold distant color. He pulled her life away with one motion of his finger. She regretted it and embraced it at the same time. Regretting she would never see his beautiful face and never to have those red chocolate eyes melt her heart once more. Embracing it because she could let all her pain slip away, never having to face another painful, self-piting day.

She heard it, she could hear the cold bullet rip through her heart, but strangely she didn't feel it, not one splash of pain, but there was a frightful numbness, then as suddenly as the bullet hit there was dark, an erie inviting dark, a darkness that silently promised her peace. She had only one last thing to do. She called out his name. The one that stayed in her heart and mind, but never was said, the one buried so deep that no one else could get to it, with her last dying streghth called out to him, a planet away, "Van."

*He awoke, pain tearing through his heart, his breath ragged. He heard it and felt it. Someone had killed her, someone had taken away his love... someone had killed Hitomi.

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