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She awoke once again in a cold sweat. Her worst cut must have opened again sometime during the night because a small outline of blood was imprinted onto her shirt. Feverishly angry, Riku slammed her head into her pillow. Her sister shouted for her to get up for school, but Riku once again said that she wasn't going. As Risa began to protest, Riku quickly yelled that it was none of her business if she stayed home or not.
"Fine!" Risa screamed as she stomped off to the shower.
After Risa left for school, Riku became even more irritated. She was furious at herself for following him that night. If someone like him could do that, what was there left to trust? There was nothing she could count on, not even Daisuke being there for her. She knew too well about Satoshi's fixation on Daisuke. Although she knew that he cared about her, she was never too sure about the relationship between the two boys. It was one of the few things that baffled her; she didn't mean to label the two, but she could tell there was something different about them. Perhaps it was the way they were united because of Dark and Krad, or something else.
Daisuke and Riku had been a couple since the night they spent under the stars. Riku wished she could go back to those days, the days before she was let in on Daisuke's biggest secret (Dark), the days when she still had her innocence. She knew that what happened would be with her for the rest of her life.
There were so many questions that would remain questions because they weren't something to be asked.
She didn't find it possible to return to school that day, or ever again. She didn't find it possible to live with what happened, so she decided not to.
It was about nine, an hour or so after Risa had left for school. Riku staggered to the bathroom and removed the dull blade from her razor, replacing it with a one more pristine. Never before had she even dreamt of what she was about to do. She didn't even know what to do. She had heard of people slitting their wrists and understood that it had meant to cut a particular vein that would increase the blood flow. Although unsure of which vein it was, she decided that she'd eventually figure it out, or lose all of her blood trying.
She walked back into her room, razor in hand, and sat herself on the floor near her bed. Deciding to aim for the dark vein in the center of her wrist, she tested the blade on her index finger. A single droplet of blood emerged, enough to provide satisfaction. Her right hand trembled as she brought the blade closer to her flesh.
She felt embarrassed about what had happened. Embarrassed. It hadn't been her fault in any way, yet she was ashamed to tell anyone. She was about to end her own life because she was embarrassed and held too much pride to seek help. With the blade burning its way through her thin layer of skin, something unexpected happened. Her window shattered at a young boy punched his way through. Little did she know, he had been standing on her balcony since before she sat down.
"Riku-san!" He screamed, with tears rolling down his face. "Riku-san. Please stop it."
Her eyes too filled with tears as she recognized Daisuke now standing on her bedroom floor, among mixture of glass and blood. The razor she had been holding so tightly fell from her grip and her sobs began to echo through the small room. To Daisuke, her body seemed weak—pale—destroyed. His eyes pleaded with hers, begging to know the reason for her pain.
She looked away.
He rested his arm gently on hers, but she pulled herself from his reach. "What's wrong Riku-san?" He asked, confused. She still wouldn't let him touch her. He noticed the bruises on her fragile arms and the cuts that now took control of her frail body. He vaguely wondered if she herself had caused them, or someone else. "Riku-san. I'm here to help you. I promise I won't hurt you."
She didn't answer.
"Let me clean you up?" he questioned lightly, hoping for some response. She provided none. "Riku-san, please," he reached for her once more and she squirmed out of his reach once again. "It hurts to see you in this pain." That remark got her attention.
"It hurts you to see me in pain?" she seethed through closed teeth, "It's nothing compared to what happened to me." Riku, with her now trembling hand, picked up the razor again in attempt to finish what she started.
"Riku-san! No! Stop it." He yelled while reached for the razor, pulling it from her grasp. She simply walked over to the place where the glass had fallen and promptly retried a large shard of the glass only to hover it over her left wrist. The glass was sharper than the razor was and would finish the job she set out to do.
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