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Chapter Four
I looked at my reflection. My face was worse than before. Now, I had long scars running down my face. I should never have scratched myself. If only I knew it would worsen my conditions...
I stared into my own eyes. What does Bakura see in me?? Was I just somebody he could use? If he wanted to use me, then why would he want to be seen everywhere with me?? Why would he tell me I was beautiful? Was it just a lie? If he was real, how come I never saw him at school?? Did I dream him up?? If I dreamed him up, how come I could feel his warmth against me when he hugs me? Did I just dream the warmth off of Bakura? ...the way Bakura feels so warm next to me...
My thoughts wandered off to Seto.
Why was he so scared of me? Did he only want me because I was pretty? Or did he really care for me? And why did he escape the accident without any scratches? Am I supposed to learn a lesson from this? If so, what is my lesson?
So many questions left unanswered. When will I finally get my answers?
"What are you thinking about?" my mother asked, walking in, snapping me out of my trance-like stage. I quickly looked away from the mirror. I was still stuck in the hospital. You don¡¯t know how happy I was to see her. I shook my head.
"Mom," I said. She sat down at my feet and looked at me. "I'm sorry," I cried, bent over, and tears falling out.
"Tea!" she exclaimed and grabbed my arms.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I cried, over and over. "I'm sorry I brought so much pain to you and Dad!" I screamed out, shaking my head. Hair stuck onto the wet spots on my face.
"Tea!" my mother screamed, shaking me. But, I didn't pay attention to her. I just kept on shaking my head, screaming out my feelings.
"You should never have let me live! Mom! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you so bad!" I screamed. "I knew better than that! But I didn't listen! Mom! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Tea!" she screamed over my cries, shaking me furiously.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I ever lived! You should've never given birth to me! Mom! I'm sorry!"
SLAP!
I fell backwards in my bed, my flesh still stinging from my mother's slap.
"Tea! You've gone crazy!" she exclaimed. "You wouldn't listen to me! I didn¡¯t want to slap you, but you forced me!"
I touched where she slapped me then looked at her. "Thank you, Mom," I said slowly.
"Tea," she wrapped me in a hug. "I am grateful every day that you're still alive. If you weren't, I don't know what I'll do." Then she started crying, and because she was crying, I started crying. "Your father and I love you very much, Tea." she paused. "And to us, you're still beautiful."
My stomach fluttered.
"Mom?" I asked, pulling away.
"Yes?" she asked, brushing the hair out of my wet face.
"Do you and Dad really love me?"
She nodded, tears still glistening in her eyes.
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?"
She nodded again.
"Then why doesn't Seto think so?"
She remained quiet.
"Why doesn't Seto love me?! Why doesn't he think I'm beautiful?!?!" I cried. She didn't know how to answer.
"Mom!" I screamed, grabbing the half-dead roses off of my dresser. "Then tell me who these are from!!"
Her mouth dropped open as she saw the red roses. I threw the roses at her. She picked it up and quickly read the note.
"Seto," she said, looking up at me. With a heavy sigh, I got up and walked over to the window and looked out.
"If he gave me these, wouldn't he still love me, Mom?" I looked at her. She nodded dumbly, the note still in her hand. "And wouldn't he still think I'm beautiful?" She nodded again, color finally returning to her face. "Then why doesn't he tell me that?"
She sat there, not knowing what to say.
"It's not from Seto, is it?" I asked. She remained still. I stared at her intently, waiting for my answer. "Is it??" I gritted through my teeth.
"No," she finally replied. I knew it. Seto never came to see me.
"Who really gave me these?" I demanded. She shook her head. She didn't want to give me the answer. I looked out the window again. "It's Bakura, isn't it?" I asked softly. She didn't reply because in her heart, she knew that he was the one who really gave them to me.
"You wanted to see me?" Bakura asked, walking up the path towards me. I was sitting on the picnic table. I looked at him then quickly looked away. With a huff, he plopped down beside me. I turned and looked at him. I was going get straight to the point.
"These are from you, aren't they?" I asked, pulling out the dead roses. He took one look at them then looked away. "Aren't they?!" I demanded. He remained silent. I jumped off the table and threw the roses in his face. "Keep them! I don't need your pity!" he looked down at the dead roses at his feet. "What are you trying to pull?" I asked in a disgusted voice. "Are you trying to say that I can't get Seto back?!" His eyes remained on the roses. He didn't reply. I scoff. "Just watch me," I said and walked away.
"Seto!" I screamed, running towards him. He was bent over a book, reading. His hair was falling in front of his face; his lips were moving as he silently read the text. "Seto!" I ran faster. With each step I took, it just seems like he got further and further away. As I ran faster and faster, thick fog began to form, until I couldn't see him anymore. I was running blindly. Suddenly, a black hole was formed in front of me. I screamed as I fell through.
I jerked awake; it was all a dream. I looked around me at the bright room. Sunlight poured in onto my face.
"Hunny, you awake?" my father asked, walking into the room that we all sleep in. I nodded, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Are you okay?"
I nodded again. I sat up. I was bathed in a puddle of sweat.
"Are you sure?" he asked again. I nodded for the third time. Considering that I was telling the truth, he finally left.
I sat there, thinking about what day today was. Was it a Monday, a Tuesday, or what? I finally rolled out of bed (a sleeping bag) and went to wash my face in the outhouse. When I returned, the house was dead quiet.
"Mom? Dad?" I asked, peering into the kitchen. Breakfast was set on the table. I was about to leave when my stomach growled.
Might as well get something to eat, I thought and grabbed a plate. Then, I heard an engine stopping in front of my house. By looking out the window, I saw the bus.
Oh shoot! I dropped my breakfast and dashed out the door. I barely made it because the bus was about to pull off.
"Nice to see you back," the bus driver said. I nodded and sat down in one of the front seats. As I boarded, silence fell over the bus as each and every pair of eyes stared at me... at my face... my deformed face.
I had such a high self-esteem before all of this happened. Now it was shattered... my reputation torn apart. It didn't matter anymore. Now everyone calls me the beast... fuckin' racist teacher!
I stared out the window. I noticed that every now and then, the bus driver would steal a glance at me... for what? I don't know. I guess she wanted to know if anyone was bothering me or to see how bad my face had gotten.
"Hey!" an Asian guy asked, tapping my shoulder. I turned to look at him. "How did you get that?" he asked, referring to my face.
"Because I saw you," I mumbled angrily.
"OOOOHHHHH!!" the bus went.
"Now leave me alone!" I shouted and covered my face.
When will these people stop their questioning?
The bus squealed to a stop as we arrived at school. I was the first one off. I took off running towards the girls' bathroom. Why was I in such a hurry to get to the bathroom? ...to check up on my face. I think it's bleeding.
Sure enough, one of the scratches have split open, blood trickling down my face. I grabbed a piece of toilet paper, wet it, and dabbed at the cut.
Then, the door swung open. Mai and the rest of my friends walked in, talking excitedly. They stopped dead in their tracks, their conversation in mid-sentence.
"Ew." Mai said in a disgusted voice. "AIDS."
They started laughing. Mai walked towards me.
"Well, well, well..." she said, walking all around me. "Little Miss Perfect has decided to come back to school."
I shot her an evil look, clenching and unclenching my fists. I was ready to pound her face in.
She flicked a piece of my hair.
"Not so perfect now, are you?" she said with a sneer.
"You're just jealous because you never were perfect," I snapped.
"Oooo..." my so-called "friends" said.
"Oh, I'm scared," Mai said mockingly and smiled at the rest of the group. Thinking this was my chance, I socked her in her jaw, sending her to the floor. The group gasped in surprise. She looked up at me, surprised. A trail of blood dripped out of her mouth.
"Don't think that I'll go easy on you just because you're pretty," I said and walked out the bathroom. The girls stared at me with shock. I have to say, I felt pretty good.
"That's her! That's who punched me!" I heard Mai exclaim, pointing an accusing finger at me. I looked up from my lunch and saw Mai and her crew leading a teacher towards me. I stood up.
"I'm sorry," I said, smirking. "I have no idea who these people are. They must've mistaken me for someone else."
"Ha!" Mai laughed. "Who can mistake such a revolting thing like you?"
"Mai!" the teacher exclaims. "I can't believe you!"
"What?!" Mai exclaimed, confused.
"How can you call somebody such a name?"
"Well, she is! Just look at her!" Mai yelled, pointing a finger at me again.
"Mai! I have had enough! You just landed yourself with a detention!"
Mai's mouth flew open. I hid the smile poking at my face.
"I'm sorry," the teacher turned to me. "Mai gets out of hand like this all the time."
"It's okay," I said sweetly. The teacher smiled and turned to Mai.
"All of you! Come with me!" she demanded and walked away. Mai shot me an evil look. I gave her the finger and she turned away in disgust. Haha! loser.