Crash

Chapter two: Going Down Hill

Crash. That seemed to be how my life was going. I was falling, crashing into stones and crystal, blood falling around me. That's what my life felt like now. It was a month after I had met Yusuke and Kuzuma, and slept out in the park. Lately I'd been cutting myself more often. I don't know why, maybe because my dad had been hurting my mom even more then usual, or maybe because we found out that my mother was pregnant. She was having a baby, my father was the father of this new baby, but he didn't believe us. Only when we were at the hospital did he agree. But once we got home he beat my mom. Mom was had been pregnant for three months until I noticed something and pointed it out to her. But she didn't care about that, but now it had been five months and we all knew she was.

Shuichi and I had finished the project, but instead of going back to not talking to him I would meet him every Saturday at the park. I told him about my dad and my mom, and me cutting myself and all that. Amazingly He would just listen, he didn't tell me I needed help, or needed to go to the police. But after I told him, we would talk about school and stuff. It was nice to be able to talk to someone. And Shuichi always told me that if anything really bad happened I could come to him and he would help me, but he wouldn't tell anyone. For some reason I trusted him. When I told him My Mother was pregnant he smiled and said that now I'd have to take care of a little kid. We both laughed at that.

On some Saturdays the short Kid came. I learned his name was Hiei, but I called him Chibi Bishi. He apparently really liked Ice cream, so whenever he came we always went to the ice cream place and got really sugar high, then dared each other to do the stupidest things. It was so fun to have friends like that.

Yet when I think about it, I was having the greatest time with my friends, but I cut myself even more. It was sad, I cried every night. And I'd pray that my father would stop hurting my mom. If he continued then the baby might die. One night I tried to explain that to him and all her said was, "Good riddance." That night I wondered why my mother married him.

One Saturday Shuichi, Hiei, and I were staying up late, all high off of ice cream. We sat in the park laughing, and having fun. It was a clear night, so safe to stay out.

"I like stars." I said falling over and looking up at the sky, "Chibi Bishi, what are you doing?" I asked looking at Hiei, who was twirling around in circles.

"I am trying to figure out what happens when the world spins too fast." He said falling over.

"You can't spin the world." Shuichi said sitting in-between me and Hiei, "You're too short." I laughed and looked at Shuichi, trying to sit up but falling down.

"No drunk loitering!" A man hollered at us, thinking that we were drunk. The three of us burst out laughing,

"We aren't drunk." I said, then murmured, "Ass hole."

"Then what are you high on?" The man asked. We all looked at each other and yelled out, "SWEET SNOW." This is what we called ice cream. The man snorted and walked away, yelling over his shoulder, "I'm going to call the cops." Shuichi fell over, "I think we should go home."

"NO! Daddy would kill me. He'd say I'm a drunken prostitute pot smoker." I said, sitting up all of a sudden.

"That's a lot of insults in one name." Hiei noted, standing up, very shakily. Shuichi also stood up, helping me get up.

"I could climb up the tree." I looked around at the sound of sirens, "Yeah, I'll do that." The three of us ran to my house, and the two boys watched me disappear into my bedroom, and then they left. I made sure the door was locked, and then sat down on my bed, taking out the knife.

"Hello little buddy." I said, suddenly getting really sad, "Maybe I won't use you tonight, I'm too happy." I threw the knife down and then fell asleep.

The next morning, when I woke up I saw my door off its hinges, and my father lying on the ground with the knife in his hand. He was bleeding.

"Shit." I whispered, kneeling next to him and putting the knife away, and then I checked his pulse. He was alive, if only barley. Quickly I dialed the hospital and a couple of minutes later I was sitting in the waiting room. Why did I even save my dad? I asked myself, figuring that it was probably because I didn't want to be accused of murder. I had called Shuichi and told him what had happened, he said he'd come down to the hospital after school. A nurse came up to me and smiled,

"Hi Cris! I'm happy to inform you that your father is going to live!" She said in the happy nurse way. I wondered if nurses were like this when they were telling people someone had died, and then tuned back to the nurse. "But he's going to have to stay here for five months!" The nurse walked away.

"Yes! Dad free for five months. The baby will be born in peace!" I said to myself in a considerably happier mood. This was great.

Shuichi came and found me pounding on the stupid snack machine, trying to knock down the Oreo's I had paid for. I finally got them, and told Shuichi everything that happened. He laughed and we left the hospital, and walked over to my house. Shuichi and I stood outside of my house for hours, just talking and laughing. And then I went inside and fell asleep, with a smile on my face.

Though that day was happy, my life took a plunge down the next day. The teachers decided to be evil and loaded a lot of homework. My mom decided to start acting pregnant that day, and I had to clean the house. Under all of that I had no time to speak to Shuichi out of school, and I never saw Hiei.

Just when I thought I could live in peace for five months, everyone in my life decides to go crazy. Just my luck, right? The only little hope of life was that spring break was coming up, and you could actually see the floor in my house. For the next week I finished all homework, cleaned the whole house, and helped my mom. Then I was free for spring break! Oh what would a girl do without spring break?

"Cris! Catch!" Shuichi yelled at me, throwing the volley ball to me. I dropped my sketch pad and jumped up, bumping the ball over to Yusuke, who set it over the net.

"WE WON, WE WON!" Yusuke said dancing around the park. I laughed and put the sketch pad back in my backpack. Shuichi, Kuzuma, and Hiei walked over to us. Shuichi gave me a high five, and then we all sat down.

"Now what? We've done everything in just three days." Kuzuma said, pulling out a candy bar and eating it. I shrugged and looked around. Yusuke rolled his eyes and lay down.

"Yusuke, are you ready to have your ass kicked?" a guy said, walking over to us. I immediately recognized him as Joe, the punk that was trying to kill Yusuke. Joe's gang walked over behind Joe. They really looked ready to fight. Yusuke smirked and stood up. Kuwabara, Hiei, and Shuichi also stood up and got ready to fight.

"You want to join us Doll?" Yusuke asked, calling my by his nickname for me. I smiled and stood up, "Sure, I'd love to." Joe smirked and went towards Yusuke. Yusuke didn't wait and just ran over to Joe and punched his face in. Hiei, Shuichi, and Kuzuma just jumped into the fight. But I stood there waiting for the one guy that wasn't fighting to come up to me. He did and he tried to punch my stomach, but being too slow I kneed his stomach, knocking him to the ground, then I kicked in his stomach and put my hand on his pressure point, knocking him out. By the time I was done Yusuke and the gang was already done. They all applauded for me and I bowed.

That night Shuichi, Hiei, and I ditched the two punks and went to a hill, watching the fireworks that were going off for no reason what so ever. We talked about what we wanted, and what we were going to do out of college. It was fun to think of things that I had never thought about. And as always I felt peaceful and happy around Kurama and Hiei. It was as if they could put a spell on me to make me feel safe, and I loved it. Shuichi walked me home as usual, and we stood outside of my house talking, talking about mostly school, and sometimes he'd ask me about the cutting. I hadn't cut myself for a while. But every once in a while I was tempted to, and it wasn't that I had cured my problem, I just wanted to live long enough to name the baby. That's what I told Shuichi. I think when I said that I caught him by surprise, and he told me I'd have to stay alive to take care of the baby. I just smiled at the comment and hugged him, then walked into my house.

In my house I found my mom lying on the couch with ice packs lying all over her. I laughed and walked up to my room, and fell over on my bed. Shuichi was cute, I could give him that. I thought. Maybe I did have a crush on my best friend. He was nice, and he cared about me, but let me live my life. My eyes got stars in them and I hugged a pillow that Shuichi gave me for Saint Patrick's Day. We had decided to give each other presents for every holiday, and so I had gotten a green frog pillow for Patrick's Day. I looked at my reflection in my closet door, which were mirrors. Once I saw my reflection I frowned. I wore a white Cami and pants that had too big a waist line. Cuts were all down my arms and my stomach. My blonde hair looked rusty and faded, and my green eyes didn't sparkle like they did in the pictures of my childhood. I looked so ugly. How could anyone like me while I looked like this? Much less Shuichi, he told me that he liked girls at were happy and spontaneous. I didn't look happy at all and I defiantly wasn't spontaneous. But I had never had a boyfriend and no one had ever asked me out. At the end of my thought process I realized that guys didn't like me because I didn't wear make-up, and I didn't dress like a slut. The make-up I could fix, but if I dressed like a slut I'd show my scars, my cuts, and my humiliation. I sighed and pulled out the knife. I hadn't looked at it for a long time. It looked so friendly. Every time I looked at the knife it seemed to put a spell on me to make me want to feel the pain shivering through my boned, and thrilling my body. As if by habit I made a long cut on my arm. I started to put away the knife, then stopped and put in on my hand cutting a symbol, a symbol I had never seen before, into my hand.

The next morning when I woke up I looked at my throbbing hand, and remembered carving the symbol into it. My stomach flipped and I got up, put on some clothes and went down stairs. My mom had passed out on the couch, so I let her alone and walked out side. I walked slowly to the park, tears in my eyes. Shuichi was sitting there, talking with Hiei. They looked up at me once I walked up. I sat down next to Shuichi and looked at him. He seemed to know what I was thinking, and hugged me, letting me weep into his shoulder. Hiei watched us and then leaned against a tree and dozed off.

Once I got control of my emotions again I looked up at Shuichi and then I showed him my hand, "It hurts." I said, trying not to cry again, "wh……why does it hurt? It….. It didn't use to hurt?" I needed to know this. Why did it hurt this time? Shuichi took my hand folding it inside his, "Because it's new. You aren't used to doing this." He explained. I nodded and fell down, closing my eyes and falling to sleep.

AN: Well, I lied, I've decided to put up Chapter two. Please review people, PLEASE! I'll love you everyone that reviews and I'll read one of their stories and I'll review it. And I promise! SO PLEASE! Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review!