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Chapter Three: Golden Bracelet - Sakura

"She was a hooker, a slut, a dirty little play bunny. I was disgusted. "

"I said horrible things. They were so horrible, she killed herself."

" It was my fault, Sakura. My entire fault."

"I killed her…"

"I will torture you like you tortured me…!"

"Go away! I don't want to see your face ever again."

"Stop it Fujitaka! What are you doing? Drop the knife or I'll call the police!"

" So why are you doing this to me Nadeshiko? Why must you torture me with your daughter? Why…?"

" I didn't threaten her. I didn't do anything. I am a good person. I didn't kill her. I didn't cheat on you. I didn't do anything!"

I clamped a hand to my ears. I didn't want to hear anymore. Why won't those voices stop playing my head? Goddamned Voices!! Playing in my head over and over again. Why can't they just leave me alone? I whimpered to myself, pulling the comforter over me. Comforter, huh? How come it isn't comforting me?

I sighed. I was definitely going crazy. Even just a precaution to assure myself some miracle hadn't just happened or from pure habit I looked outside my window. All I got was the feeling of missing the soft lull of the rain to sing me to sleep. No rain. Where are you my friend, when I need you most?

Who would blame me for feeling messed up? My father played hooky with his wife, and had me with anther woman. He attempted murder his own daughter, and he got away with it, because the damned Inspector thought he had a mental disease. So, now he was getting therapy in a nut house. Great. Although, my life was pretty amazing before this too. Notice the sarcasm. Absolutely wonderful, and that I just found out the person I really loved the most, Mom, whom I thought didn't have any hidden secrets, wasn't related to me. Oh, but that was just a little secret, right? Not an important one. Like, she didn't cheat on anyone. Just me, since she lied! She wasn't my real mom! I felt a little guilty at thinking that. I wondered how she felt. I bet pretty fucked up too. Her situation must be even happier than mine.

"I killed her…"

I was near tears now. He can't leave me alone, can he? And I always prided myself as not an easy crybaby. Hell, I've probably cried more in the past week, than I've done in long time. It was so easy to cry now, to give in to the confusion, to give in to the procrastination of trying to analyze it all. Since really I wasn't confused, I just didn't want to figure out. Figure out what was happening to me because it was just easier to leave all those emotions in heap somewhere, and blame it all on confusion.

Even under my comforter, fleece blanket, and all, I felt like shit and damn cold. Angrily, I pushed them all off me, and my body clashed with the cold air in the house. Shivering a bit, I swung my legs over my bedside. Slowly I walked out of my bedroom and into the hallway. The house was so silent, I noticed. It was like a queer something's-bad-silence. I just shrugged it off and thought I was really crazy. The house was only quiet because everyone was sleeping, right? Yeah, Mom had sleeping ever since I had gotten home from school.

Pushing Mom's door open, I saw a heap under a bundle of covers. Walking quietly not awake her, I climbed in. I snuggled in with her, resting my head on her back as she was sleeping facing away from me. It felt a little odd though and she wasn't warm. She kind of felt cold. I just ignored the feeling and threw it away like I did with the other feeling; she must be cold for the same reason as I was. (Fall) And it only felt odd; because I just found out I wasn't related to her. That's all. But, I knew she still loved me. She will and has been there for me when I needed her. Trust her, since she brought me up with her own hands.

Then why did she lie to you?

The empty question echoed. I closed my eyes. She loved me and wanted to protect me. She was a normal mother. I was her daughter. That question can't interfere. Nothing can. I realized then, that she was my real mother. My biological mother hadn't taught me to read, to write, to play, to sing, to laugh, and to smile since Mom did. Nadeshiko was dead. Mom was alive, and was going to be there for me. Why had I doubted that before? I began to calm down slowly. Gradually my eyelids became droopier and droopier with each second. I began to search for something mentally.

That's when I noticed something. Mom wasn't breathing. I jerked straight.

Violently I pulled the covers off. She looked normal; her eyes closed and hands tucked behind her face in a sleeping position; but you can't go by looks. I got out of the bed and kneeled next to her. My mind began searching for something to do. What am I supposed to do? Mom isn't breathing!

I lifted her limp wrist and checked her pulse with my index finger. I almost shivered at her touch. It wasn't there. And she was cold, really cold.

Not knowing what else to do, I pulled her so she was facing upward. I inspected her face, now abnormally discolored. I didn't like this. I didn't like this at all. I tried to convince myself she was okay.

Why isn't she breathing? Where is her pulse?

Maybe she forgot. Forgot? No one just forgets how to breathe! I mentally slapped myself.

I started to shake her roughly. "Mom! Wake up!" I called desperately. She wasn't sleeping, but even though I knew that, something compelled to me shake her again.

"Open your eyes. I'm right here! Please…" I begged, in vain. She didn't open her eyes. They remained tightly shut. I was going to give up and cry.

I couldn't do that. I needed determination. Syaoran wouldn't give up this easily, would he? No. I had seen him fall over hurdles many times, and pick himself up again. What was the difference here? I just had to pick myself up again. To just try until she opens her eyes, is what I'll do.

There is a difference, hurdles don't kill you… and she might be dead.

"She isn't dead!!" I whispered to myself, my voice sounding strange and very hoarse. Trying to shrug it off, I tried again.

"Mom, it's ok. You just have to open your eyes…" No answer.

"Damn it Mom! What's wrong with you?" No answer again. I began to get anxious. I shook her again.

Mom, where are you? What happened to you? Please just open your eyes.

It was my new mantra. I chanted it over and over again in hopes she would open her eyes. But, I wasn't making any progress. Tears I had locked up, spilled. I shut my eyes tightly hoping it'd stop the tears. If I was crying, then something bad had to have happened right? Everything's just fine. Just fine, then why the fuck am I crying?!

I slumped on the bedside and buried my face in my hands. What do I do now? Cry…sobs rushing easily out of me. I bit my lip and hiccupped. I needed to keep a straight head. I needed to be rational.

Brushing away my wet eyes with my wrists, I got up. First step, look for clues to explain the situation.

Aren't I supposed to call 911 first?

No. Nothing was wrong with her. She was fine. I should only call that number in case of an emergency. There was no life stake here.

Yeah, completely fine, no pulse, and not breathing. She was just fine.

Stop it! Leave me alone! I shook my head vigorously as if getting rid of that little voice. Turning on her lamp, I pulled her bedside table's drawer roughly. What was I looking in here for? She wouldn't have anything in here. Noth-

"Ambien…" Sleeping pills? I read the bottle more carefully.

Short-term cure for insomnia…read other side for more information

Mom couldn't sleep? She took sleeping pills? For how long? My head felt dizzy at these possibilities. I unscrewed the lid, and gasped. There was but a couple left in the bottle. That means had she overdosed? Or had she just been taking them for a long time? Planning her death?

I threw the rest of the contents of the drawer around aimlessly in my rage. Old bills, more bills, more bills, damn it! More bills, pens, pencils, old notebooks, gum wrappers, and a jewelry box with a lock. Using my birthdate as the lock combination I opened it. There was tons of stones and-

A note addressed Sakura. That was me, so it must be for me. It was folded carefully and there was a bump in the middle as if it had something else hidden in there. I opened it tentatively, the crinkling of the paper telling me it had been long since it was folded, and a golden bracelet dropped. I didn't notice it too much and started to read the letter first:

Dear Saku,

I don't know when you'll find this, but as long as you've found it and can read it. I wrote this letter when I just found you on my doorstep with a little tag around your neck saying 'Sakura'. (I hope I had the TALK with you before you read this…if you don't know what I'm talking about, go up to me and ask!)-

I never had the 'talk'. But, I kept on reading since I knew what the 'talk' was for. I'm adopted.

Your probably nonplussed, right? It's ok. Let me explain:

Today is January 21, 1988. You are just a baby and I don't know how many months you are. You can't talk and can't walk, so I assumed you were around nine months. But, your father, being as smart as he is, told me you were only six months. So that is how we got your birthdate. After we do some legal boring stuff, the adoption agency (we had to inform them of you first, then adopt you...) said you would be ours in two more months. I am overjoyed! You are now probably twenty to twenty-one, visiting home aren't you? So, you are mature enough to understand this letter.

Not even close. I'm just sixteen. That's it. Then, I went back to reading:

Inside here is a bracelet. A pure golden bracelet by Nicc'e. It is a very expensive one, so don't lose it! It isn't from me; you were clutching it tightly when I first found you. This is a part of you, so keep it. What's very interesting about this is that Nicc'e stopped making jewelry at least fifty years ago. Yet it has your name engraved on it. So, I suppose it was a type of family heirloom. But, now it's yours! And it's rare, so consider you lucky.

One more thing. I don't know what I'm going to do in the future, but right now I'm not on speaking terms with my sister. So, if our Christmases are empty or 'were' for you, and our house was devoid of any relatives, blame it on my sister and I. Yes, I have a sister. If you ever need her help, I'm sure she'd be glad to help you, this is her: Yelan Li, 23 Miyusaki Circle, her number: 236-179-5033.

I hope, in case of any emergency you can rely on her. Well, you dad is home and he's mighty hungry! I have to go cook dinner, then make arrangements to bring you home in two months! I love you sweetie and don't you ever forget that! (No matter what previous fights we could've just had…) No matter where I am either, (That is you might be living far away from home accomplishing your dreams!) I will always love you!

Loads of love,

Mom (I could get used to this Mom thing from you!)

Tears formed in my eyes. Mom…I love you too. I picked up to the bracelet, with my name engraved on it. It was beautiful, but I didn't want to look at it. Picking up the phone from the table, I dialed a number.

The only number I knew that could help me through this:

236-179-5033………………………

(A/N: Sorry for the short chappie! The next chapter will be longer and Sakura will meet Syaoran, formally! So, stay tuned! -God, I sound like a TV show thingy ma bob…)