I really need people to tell me if they want alternate ending or not.
rominastar Finally, someone who doesn't think happy endings are the best :)
heheangel kisses Thanks. I hate cliché stories, though my plotlines usually are. Oh well, the world is a hypocrite. I find it funny that you like my style of writing, but most people hate the things they do anyways, no matter how much praise they get xP. I saw your review and I was like… o0 someone actually took so much time to write me something long…lol so thanks.
Chapter Seven
Without her…
…He didn't even want to think what he'd do without her, because chances were, he couldn't live if she wasn't with him.
Hurrying over to Sakura's body, Syaoran hoped it wasn't too late…
Sakura's hand was ice cold. Looking down, Syaoran could see the bullet hole. Even though it was small, to him, it looked wide and gaping. Hands shaking, Syaoran brought his cell phone to his ear.
"Tomoeda Police, how may I help yo-" Before the operator could finish, she was interrupted by the panic-stricken voice of Li Syaoran.
"99 Pine Street. Girl shot. Come quickly." His voice still sounded commanding no matter how scared he was on the inside.
"May I have your name?" the operator asked, not at all surprised that someone was in a critical situation. After all, she got these kinds of calls everyday, and a lot of them were just pranks.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" screamed Syaoran. "I have a bleeding, dying girl here and you're asking me my name? Just send the damn paramedics!"
"Sir, I understand you are in shock, but if you could please just remain calm-"
"Calm? My girlfriend is dying! Dying! And you're telling me I should remain calm?" Dying. Sakura was dying… The shock hit him at all once. No…Sakura couldn't be dying…she was so full of life…she wouldn't-no couldn't, be taken away…
The blaring of sirens rang out, but Syaoran couldn't hear them. It was as if his heart was dying and he body couldn't function normally anymore.
A dozen men in white burst through the door. They were greeted with dead bodies sprawled on the floor and one man kneeling over a girl's body. One of them went up to Syaoran while all the others checked the bodies.
"Are you the man who called the police?" No answer. The paramedic figured Syaoran was in shock and decided to question him later. The other men began putting the bodies on stretchers.
"What's the news?" the one who had spoke to Syaoran called out. All the others shook their heads. "Everyone dead, except the girl, but she's just barely clinging on."
At those words, Syaoran's head snapped up. Sakura was still alive…barely, but there was still hope. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get her to the damn hospital!" he shouted.
At that time, the police arrived. "We need to speak to you. Please come to with us for questioning," the chief said to Syaoran. Syaoran glared at him. "I'm not going anywhere with you until I know she's safe," he said, gesturing to Sakura.
The policeman nodded. "I understand." Syaoran quickly ran to the ambulance. "I'm going with her," he demanded.
He sat next to Sakura's stretcher and held her cold, pale hands. 'This is all my fault,' he thought numbly. 'It's all my fault…'
The machine Sakura was hooked up to suddenly beeped rapidly. Syaoran saw the paramedic's frown, but decided not to ask him anything. He might get news he didn't want to hear.
As the white building loomed in view, Sakura's body was prepared to be taken into emergency. Syaoran followed, but he was refused entry. He sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours. Every passing person brought more anxiousness to him.
Just as he was about to explode, the doctor came out of the operating room. With one glance at his face…Syaoran knew…
Sakura hadn't made it…
"I'm sorry," the doctor said remorsefully. "I did everything I could, but…"
The doctor's voice was suddenly cut off as his throat was gripped by strong hand and held up against the wall. He saw the rage in Syaoran's eyes and knew this wasn't just any other overreaction…this man meant business.
Before anything happened, Syaoran was pulled off by several policemen and the doctor gasped for air, panting on the hard tile floor.
Syaoran was restrained as he was led to the waiting police car. Handcuffs were slapped onto the wrist and he was forced into the small space inside the car. The ride was silent. They reached the station in three minutes, and then he was led to an interrogation room.
The interrogator came in with an emotionless face. Looking through his clipboard and notes, he frowned. In his ten years of policing, he had never seen such a high death toll. Tomoeda was a very small town, and rarely did any crimes happen. In the past year, the worst was only a few drunkards who decided it was up to them to vandalize the city.
It also stated that after a thorough investigation, police concluded Syaoran was not a suspect, but needed to be questioned to confirm that, and also to get more details of the homicide.
The bullets embedded on the bodies had all came from different guns and all of them had fingerprints. None of the fingerprints matched those of Li Syaoran. None of his DNA was found at the scene of the crime, expect on the body on Kinomoto Sakura, but she did not appear to have any bruises or marks that indicated abuse.
According to Syaoran, he was visiting his girlfriend, but as he neared the house, he heard many gunshots. He thought that wasn't unusual, because Sakura always liked to play video games and turn the volume on loudly. The video game was found on the floor.
When he got inside the house, however, he saw the scene and went numb. He sounded so confused and shocked that the interrogator thought he was likely telling the truth. There was still one thing that confused him though.
"Did you know Kinomoto Sakura was reported as missing after she failed to show up for work for three days? She was nowhere to be found."
Syaoran hung his head. "Yes, I'm aware. She came to me and said there were a bunch of people after her. She looked so scared, I didn't have to heart to ask her about it. I didn't want to tell anyone because I feared for her safety."
The interrogator frowned. "You should've told the police immediately."
Syaoran looked up, angry. "Well, it's a little bit too late for that, isn't it?" he said bitterly. The interrogator drew back.
"Sorry," he said. "That's all the questions we wanted to ask. We'll be in contact with you if anything happens." He ushered Syaoran out the door.
Outside, Syaoran wandered around aimlessly. He had no reason to live. Sakura was dead, and he had killed him. Maybe not directly, but if it hadn't been for him…
He should have protected her? Why didn't he? Pain shot through him as he remembered the last words she had said to him. "I HATE YOU!" she had screamed.
She died hating him…she died confused and feeling alone. She died without knowing how much she meant to him, how important she was. She didn't even know how much he really loved her…
And why? What did she die for? If it weren't for Syaoran's desire to get money and maybe have a little fun, she would still be alive and well. Syaoran would be living it up somewhere. The whole world would be happy. But that wasn't how it turned out.
Syaoran felt something wet slide down his cheeks. Tears. He was crying. He hadn't cried since he was thirteen, when he got his finger stuck in an electrical socket, but now he found he couldn't stop.
People began to look at him strangely, but he paid no attention. They didn't matter. The whole damn world didn't matter. The only thing that had mattered in his life was gone…and she would never be coming back.
He was once again…alone.
I know, I know, this chapter sucks. It's the worst of all chapters in this story. But I didn't have any idea how to make it better. Okay, before you kill me…you have options…I can put up a happy-in-a-weird-way epilogue for the next chapter…or I can revise this chapter and add in the epilogue here. Then for the last chapter, I will make an alternate, happy ending. I really don't like alternate endings, but if you really want it, then I will write one :).
