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ANNOUNCEMENT: I changed the content in chapter 10, the birthday scene, 'cause the birthday was supposed to be in May… yeah… sorry 'bout that…
Calliope Medina Erato: actually… ayako did find out… that's why she evaded her when ayako was about to ambush her… the word ambush was the keyword… sorry if it wasn't that clear…
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Do You See Me?
Flashback
9:00 pm. I had tucked myself in bed, started to relax my brain and muscles as my soft, puffy, and cottony mattress drew me into a sleep. I was just closing my eyes, my conscious mind slipping into nothingness when the doorbell rang, followed by my aunt's voice nagging at me to get it. I was annoyed at the terrible timing of whoever was at the door when I realized it was you, yet again.
You were bruised, clearly beaten up, and you smelled foul. What have you been doing? You almost caved in on me, but the main door opened and when my aunt saw that I could barely keep myself up, and with you hanging on me I would certainly collapse, she rushed and supported your flopping body inside. She laid you in the couch to sit, when you collapsed on your side, almost rolling off the seat. She held you with both hands, and then laid you down.
"Who is he? He's drunk." Drunk: too much alcohol in them. "What grade is he anyways? He's obviously a minor." I uttered the number seven, and her eyes widened and a look of disbelief crossed her face, which was not meant for you, but for me. "Is this the kind of people you hang out with?" I shook my head violently, explaining to her that you have only been like this, since now. "There must be a problem aunt. He's never like this."
My aunt looked back at you, then rushed off into the kitchen to get some warm water and washcloths, plus a cup of coffee to help you regain normality.
You started to mumble about things I could not understand, as if you were trapped in a dream, a not so good dream. Then, you opened you eyes, and as you saw me, you grabbed me and yanked me closer. "I wiked 'er Kar'in, a wot." I nodded my head, tried to understand and look understanding beneath your bad breath. "She told 'e she wiked 'e too, BUT," You pointed your finger in the air, your hand moving carelessly. "I bee deceib…" You paused, seeming to think about what you were going to say next, or about what you were saying in the first place. "I met 'er boyfren en 'is frens 'tarted to be me… may 'e dring beer sso I bee weak!" I nodded still, nervous about how you were talking, I tried to understand, but you were almost incomprehensible with that thick accent you were speaking with.
You sat up then dropped right back down, I had to take hold of your arm, or else your head might've met the wrath of Mr. floor down below. "I, coulda beet 'im to pulp. PULP I 'AY! PULP!" you waved your arm in revolution. "PULP!" You kept on shouting, until my aunt came from the kitchen, harshly breaking the hold of your hand in my arm, securing me behind her. "You boy, barging into my house like this, you should keep quiet!" PULP! was all you said.
She nursed you, washed away all the dirt and grime, treated the bruises you suffered from the hands of those bullies, then made you drink some real bitter coffee. As she was walking to the kitchen, you looked weird as if you were about to vomit, and so I stepped out of firing range. When my aunt rushed back in and found what you had did, it took all of her strength and will not to abandon you lying in the street. She cleaned up, cleaned you up again, and then when she was sure you were done, she finally went back inside.
You started crying after that. And I stood there surprised. You had never cried before, at least not while I was looking. You cried on my shoulder, you cried yourself to sleep, and I remained strong seeing you through all this, but as you shut your eyes I opened mine, let my tears rinse yours dry. You didn't deserve this – any of this.
