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Title: Peach Scented
By: The Dictator
Some days passed rather uneventfully for people out on the streets. It wasn't as warm as it was for the leaves were changing into their rich vibrant reds and golds. Colors or burnt orange and some so positively magenta. Yes. Some lived uneventful lives and moved along automatically. Living like automatons or puppets even. Somewhere above them a puppeteer pulled on their strings. No not God. Not destiny or any of that subject type that took a lot of contemplation.
People live and people die every single day. Did it matter who died? Maybe there was suppose to be a certain number everyday. A sort of status quo. The puppeteer expects a thousand dead within twenty-four hours time. Does it matter who died? Could one give their own life for another? Or would it be useless in the end and all the suffering for nothing?
Momo stared at the ceiling of her self made prison. The Venetian curtains cast those bold cruel shadows over her sickly face. Time was both so fast and so slow. There never seemed to be an in-between when it came to time. Birth was slow and death was fast. It always sounds fast. Just one year to start living. Just two months to live. Just two hours to say good bye. Just one minute to breathe. Just one second before there is nothing.
Momo has stared into the abyss all her life. Why does she find its darkness so comforting? It tugs her forward into an ever-falling pit. It would be like flying but it would never end.
The voice of two people brought Momo out of her strange warping thoughts.
"Hello Momo" Said Toji. His voice soft. His face soft. Everything was soft except for his lips. They were hard and stern.
"I hope you don't mind this Momo" Said Sae. Asking for acceptance. It really didn't suit Sae to be this way. Momo found it almost frightening. Like seeing Wednesday smile for the first time in the Addams family.
It was chilling but comforting to have a friend.
"Not at all. Pull up a chair. I'm tired of hearing myself think." Momo admitted grimily to herself.
They did just so but both Toji and Sae made sure to keep a good distance apart from each other. And with the obviousness of it all, Momo laughed.
"You guys are so kind to care. But really, I'm totally all right with seeing you both together. I'm hurting about Kiley, Not about this. This is trivial compared to my present predicament" Momo sighed watching them. Just slightly envious of their happiness. She would be happy too if Kiley were here with her.
"Once Kiley gets better too, we can all go on a nice group date." Momo said in her weak cheery voice. It almost sounded sarcastic to her ears. Ears that were much too accustomed to her voice.
Momo caught a look from Toji that might have been anger. She tilted her head and watched him as if his face could tell her a story. And indeed it did. Toji was angry with her. Furious even.
Momo glanced over to Sae as if to question why and there was a look on Sae's face that looked almost like sickness. A burden. A hurt that she couldn't contain within her.
"What's the matter? What's with the long faces?" Momo said. Not so cheery anymore. Glad that she didn't have to be. Being cheerful took effort.
"The Kiley's sent us." Said Toji quietly. Looking down at his lap.
"We were on our way here to visit you but they sought us out and spoke with us...We...They..." Sae's words trailed off. She didn't know what to do. Tears teased the corners of her eyes for many exaggerated seconds before sliding down the porcelain flesh of her cheeks.
"Get out" Momo said looking away. Her face expressionless but if they saw her eyes. If they looked upon the tears that edged their way out and threatened to pool and flood. They would know. They would know her pain. They would know her hurt and her weariness. They would know her ache.
But they did not look. They were frightened to look upon her. They were scared to see the face of pain. They were frightened to know the face that has been raped by Death. Even being near her was to fall into the void along with her.
They stood to leave.
"Just know that I think you're doing the wrong thing. He hurts. You can help him. You're just being selfish, Momo" Said Toji. His voice whispery and sad. He walked out before Momo could reply to that. But Sae stayed.
Sae came close to give Momo a kiss but decided against it. Instead giving the ill girl a pat on the stomach. Aiming for the hand but of course, Sae kept her eyes cast down.
"I'll be there, Momo. I'll support you whatever you choose to do. I wish I learned that this wasn't a game sooner. I'm sorry to cause you so much pain." Sae walked out the door but took her time closing it in case Momo decided to say something. Momo lay quietly.
No one knows pain like me thought Momo before she drifted off to a sleep that she forced on herself.
Hidden in the pile of leaves in the playground was a secret. The bright gold and yellows. The burning reds and oranges. The magentas and even some purple, all beneath them laid a secret. A delightfully chubby secret. One bunny clip clinging only to a few strands of hair. The other was off somewhere in the distance. The school uniform torn and bloodied. Bruising, bites, and cuts all over the soft plump flesh.
A loud rustle and crunch. A feel of flesh instead of dry leaves. A strange curiosity. A light that falls upon the face of Uko. Her once charming face defiled with blood and bruises. Her large sweet eyes open, still startlingly clear. Her breath rising and falling. But not often. Five hours to live. Four hours.
A mother's petrified scream. The ambulance. Three hours.
A hospital room. The child was relatively fine. Just sleeping. Her ribs were cutting into her lungs. She was drowning. Did they know? Did they care? They were doctors, of course they knew. Two hours.
They stitched her up and she looked at no one. She was not asleep. She was hurting and dying. She was dying quietly. Not wanting to be a bother to anyone. One hour.
Memories of her recent events. Playing on the playground. Throwing leaves. Then SNATCH! Into the darkness. Into the pain. Into the vile smelling place that must be Hell. They took away her soul. It was gone. She could not feel it any longer. They took away her joy. She could not smile. She did not remember how. Why did it hurt? Why did it have to hurt so much? So much pain. Thirty minutes.
They stood to leave.
"Just know that I think you're doing the wrong thing. He hurts. You can help him. You're just being selfish, Momo" Said Toji. His voice whispery and sad. He walked out before Momo could reply to that. But Sae stayed.
Sae came close to give Momo a kiss but decided against it. Instead giving the ill girl a pat on the stomach. Aiming for the hand but of course, Sae kept her eyes cast down.
"I'll be there, Momo. I'll support you whatever you choose to do. I wish I learned that this wasn't a game sooner. I'm sorry to cause you so much pain." Sae walked out the door but took her time closing it in case Momo decided to say something. Momo lay quietly.
No one knows pain like me thought Momo before she drifted off to a sleep that she forced on herself.
One second. No one knows pain like me, thought Uko before she drifted off to a permanent sleep that the world has forced upon her.
Across the hall from Momo's room was the wailing of a mother who has just lost a child. The dozing Momo covered her ears. Convinced that her pain was stronger.
Somewhere in the darkness Kiley sensed Momo. Maybe it was his imagination but he thought he heard her cry. Momo rarely cried in front of him. Where was she? Her pain made him think of his own. A pain that starts in the marrow's of his bones. An ache, a throb. Every slow mechanical beat of his heart caused tremors in his body. His blood felt sharp under his flesh. It was cutting him. His eyes were hot and aching. They were aching so much. His gums throbbed with a strange pain that also matched the beat of his machine-operated heart. Every thump was intense pain. Every pause between the thump was to allow him to think of the pain. No one knows pain like me thought Kiley before he began on his never-ending journey to the light. His place of rest beside Momo.
(A/N: Dictator: This is a particularly depressing chapter. I had always meant to kill off Uko but I wanted people to get to know her better. To love her so it would be more painful when she died, and of course the way she died. But I'm not sure I pulled that off so well. All I know is that I had grown to love Uko. I gave her a past and I gave her a future. She wanted to be a doctor. To help little kids. I tried to convey something in this chapter. The theme is Pain. But I'm not quite so sure what exactly the message is. And what ever it is it sounds like a very pessimistic look on life. Uko would not want that. She saw the world in a child's point of view. Too bad she died with the point of view of a crushed dream. I am very thankful for the reviews that I've received since my return, which was only one, since I last checked. Read and review. Oh and it's rated R because of the depressing themes. Death and irregular thoughts that comes from pain)