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Bleeding Tears
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Chapter Four
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The woman lie face-down on the carpet, small bottles scattered around her. The four-year old girl shook as he poked one of the many bottles, hesitantly, as if it would kill her, before turning and running to the phone.
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"Father? Where are you? Dinner is ready..." The six-year old called, peering into room after room after room, until she opened the half-closed door to the bathroom. "Father, are you in—DADDY!" The man was lying in the bathtub, head hanging slack backwards, dead eyes staring straight through his daughter. She trembled.
The tub was full of blood.
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"So...how much older are you?"
"Twenty-three minutes and fifty two seconds. I died a little less than seven months after we were conceived. You kept my spirit alive the other seventy-six days before my body came out. At that moment, your body took in my soul and here we are, almost ten years later. Happy as can be."
"I'm not happy."
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The scream echoed through the whole house as she bolted straight up in her bed, staring ahead with blank eyes and trembling violently. As the material world slowly came into focus, she calmed slightly.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
The door to her room opened and a drowsy redhead peered in, closely followed by another boy. "Ry..." The first began, stepping in, the other following and closing the door behind him. "...are you still having nightmares?.."
She considered both of them for a minute, heart still beating rapidly, and painfully, within her chest, before she finally sighed. "Ya..."
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
She tried to calm down, but she felt like she was in panic. She recognized the first boy as Michael. The second...she couldn't figure out who he was. He seemed to be made of shadows. But it didn't seem strange to her, and besides, her memory was warped from the nightmare. Memories of...well, horrible memories.
"Aww...poor Ry..." Michael murmured. "Must be one bad nightmare for us to be able to hear you through these walls..." He sighed as he walked over, sitting on the bed. Shiryou almost immediately tackled him, weeping uncontrollably into his shoulder. The other boy watched silently.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story
"My parents..." She finally whispered.
"Hmm?" Michael asked, stroking her hair gently.
"My parents...the nightmares are of—" She choked, another loud sob coming from her as she tightened her grasp around the redhead's neck.
"Shh..." Michael whispered. He'd never been told what had happened to her parents, but he could understand why she wouldn't tell anyone. He hadn't told anyone how his parents died.
If you need to leave the world you live in
Lay your head down and stay awhile
Though you may not remember dreaming
Something waits for you to breathe again
Teary red-rimmed blue-green eyes peered up at him. "They died...suicide...both of them..." She whimpered, so quietly Michael almost didn't hear her. But he did. His eyes widened visibly. "Dad said mum killed herself because of me...he eventually couldn't take it going on without her..." She breathed, feeling some sort of pressure disappearing from her shoulders. The pressure of her secret wasn't being a burden anymore.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
"My poor pale little angel..." He mumbled, hugging her.
"Mum...overdose...dad...he—" She sobbed violently.
Akuma smiled slightly. So she finally told someone... And then he faded from the shadows, leaving Zen to question a confused Michael the next morning.
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Authoress' Rant
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TR: Okay, first thing's first. Stinging nettle is a bitch. My hand hurts like hell and you guys are SOOOO lucky I'm typing this for you. I was walking outside in the forest with my boyf—(cough cough)—Thomas...anyway we were walking in the forest and we came to a narrow trail which was surrounded by nettle and one caught my hand as we walked through it so—ya. Short chapter, but meaningful enough.
...now to the business at hand. From my limited knowledge in Italian and Japanese, here are translations that I got from the net...don't worry I'll be taking more languages next semester...but I'm trying for Russian first...my section of Canada has NO snow and I WANNA GO TO A SNOWY PLACE! Where they speak another language. That isn't French which I speak fluently as my second language. I hate French. Damn French teacher. Fragmented Mexican is my third and shards of Japanese and Italian are my fourth and fifth. So...ya. I wanna learn Russian first. The words are listed so they start with the words from the first chapter all through to the fourth. Kage will—
Kage: ...I will?...I mean, I will!
TR: —do the Japanese words and Tess will do the Italian.
Kage: Shiryou means 'Spirit of a dead person'. Onnisan means 'Big brother'. Zenrei means 'Good Spirit'. Akuma means 'Evil Spirit'. Hikari means 'Light'. Yami means 'Dark'. Iki means 'Spirit'.
Tess: Actually, Zenrei means Spirit of Goodness but...close enough. (shrugs)
Kage: ...shut up.
Tess: Sorella means 'Sister'. Mente means 'Spirit'. Morte means 'Death'. Any other words?
TR: Nope.
Tess: How come the retard gets to do more words than me!
TR: Quiet down, muse, or I won't put you in my next story even though its starring Mal and his sister anyway.
Dawn: (pops out of nowhere) I'm going to be in your next story? PUT IT OUT IMMEDIATELY!
Mal: ...and while my sister beats the hell out of everyone's –cough-least-cough- favorite authoress, Sarah does not own Beyblade, only me, Kage, Eclipse, Tess, Dawn, Shiryou, Zenrei and Akuma (breathes).
Eclipse: And Sarah forgot to say...REVIEW OR WE SHALL KEEEEEEEEL YOU! And flames shall be given to me and Kage to do with as we please so consider your own well being before flaming this story.
TR: (shoves Dawn back into the abbey) Oh, and to Anime chrisy; Yup, I was going to put that in anyway. Angsty stuff makes me smile. To cynical.life, a new reviewer! YAY! (cheers) Shh! Don't give away the half-existant plot! I mean...no, of course not! How could that possibly happen? (laughs nervously)And I don't need any OC's, thanks anyway! Got plenty of my own...roleplaying characters. Got over fifty of them.
So God help me.
Dear...anyone: If you ever wanna borrow one of my characters...THANK GOD SOMEONE FINALLY WANTS THEM! TAKE THEM! They go for a hundred pokebucks a months each.
PS- About that new story...I made Dawn and Mal's history years ago, before I even started watching Beyblade, making them Harry Potter charries, and then when I started watching beyblade and realized that the history would fit perfectly in a BB fanfiction. They're Russian, they went to a hellhole of an orphanage where they tested crap on the kids, they treated the kids like dirt...see where I'm going with this? 'Crying Blood' will be out soon, a sister fic to 'Bleeding Tears', which will eventually join...somehow...in a one-shot and or sequel. But don't maim me or something for the info on the dreaded S word.
PPS- There are two dreaded S words. The evil dreaded S word; Sequel. The Forbiddan S word to a boy at my school; Sexy. It sounds wrong when he says it absently while staring at your chest. It makes my skin crawl and then I slap him. So...ya.
