(A/N: I feel lazy. And tired. So, thank you everyone for the reviews, and I won't be doing much babbling today…I'm kind of in a bad mood, I can't seem to find the right song and choreography for our talent show try out act…so I'm bummed…bear with me here…warning ahead: this'll be pretty short…GOMEN!!)

Chapter Five: Forgotten – Sakura

"Sakura!" Mom yelled to me. I began to panic and tried to hold on to her. "Let go of me!" She ordered.

"No, Mom! You're going to fall of the cliff! I don't want to let go!" I shrieked back at her. What was she talking about? Letting her go? Why would I ever do that? I don't want her to… Not when I have the chance to save her. I held her small hand even more firmly. My palms were now sweaty and I was going to make sure they didn't 'slip'.

"Honey," She said gently, her voice barely audible over the howling of the wind. I glanced at her, how could she be so calm when she's in danger like this? Why isn't she worried for herself?

"You'll never be able to go on. Let my hand go, because if you really love me you will." When I hesitated, she said urgently, "Each moment is painful for me." I almost didn't catch the words.

She then whispered, "Honey, I love you. Please let me go. I can't if you don't." Exactly the point, isn't it? Why should I let her go when she can stay?

She shut her eyes in pain and winced visibly. Guilt Trip. My grip loosened on her hands. Although, I didn't want her to go. I wanted her to stay with me.

My clutch tightened again. What am I supposed to do?

…Let her go…

I bit my lip. Mom wanted to go because she needed to go. It would be selfish and wrong to keep her here like this. I slowly let her hand slip from mine. Before I knew it, there was no warm hand underneath mine. Cold air collided with my bare one. My stomach knotted and I could feel my eyes sting. Why did I goddamn let go? …it seemed the wailing breeze felt the way I did too. Mourning…

I suddenly felt warm tears wet my cheek. I was left with an unbearable feeling of regret and loneliness. I felt sick. Very, very sick.

…Crying again…

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Little cold droplets hit my bare arms, and my face. I closed my eyes. It was raining. My breathing slowed down along with my tears. The rain enveloped me like a blanket, a cold one. I could feel something in my veins, just blazing.

Then I heard the first beat. It rang through the empty field, over the cliff, in my heart, and ears and the echo was soon fading away gradually. I lifted my arms over my head.

One by one, the melody began to play it's charm on me. They were familiar and loving, like last time. Yet, this time there was no curiosity. Only a soothing sensation. Each drop as it clashed with my burning skin, closed another hurting wound. I could feel the ease invade me. I felt great.

"Sakura…" A voice called to me faintly.

"Sakura…" The voice got louder.

"Sakura…"

"SAKURA!" I sat straight up. My eyes were half way open and I looked at my blurry surroundings.

"What…?" I managed to croak groggily since my voice had not come to me yet. Then I noticed my hair was drenched. And I was wearing a pink robe on top of wet clothes…the first thing that came to mind: rain?

"Oh, Sakura you are awake." I blinked a while before I could focus on the speaker. Who was she?

" Oh, sweetie, you slept all through yesterday. I thought you were in a coma! We are very glad you're awake now. How are you feeling?" The woman asked me, her amber eyes showing real concern.

" Umm…" I was dumbfounded and little anxious. Where was I? I looked around the room. It was huge. HUGE!! This wasn't my room! My room was small…and pink. Not blue with all this extra furniture.

My gaze returned to the woman. She seemed vaguely familiar; in fact she looked a lot like Mom. Mom! Where was Mom? She must be so worried about me!

Oh no, I thought, where was I? Most importantly, what happened? I racked my brain for a plausible explanation. All I could remember was coming home, dad yelling at me, him going away, the week floating away lifelessly, Touya gone somewhere, and…that's it. What happened next? I came home from school, and I did my homework. Yeah, like any other day. Any other normal day. Then I went to sleep. So what happened after that? How did I end up here the next morning? I almost gasped in realization, I must of run away from home and someone must have found me! Then how come I don't remember any of it?

The woman saw the confusion in my eyes, and furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you okay honey?"

"No," I shook my head getting nervous, "Who are you?" My voice was urgent and confused.

Her eyes widened, and she murmured softly, "They said this would happen." My breathing quickened.

"W-What?"

"You don't who I am right?" I nodded and she moved from the doorway to sitting in the chair next my canopy bed, and then inspected me closely. Her voice was soft, " Do you know who you are?"

"Y-Yes." I answered in a high pitched voice that wasn't mine. I was just scared. I tired to console myself with facts: I was Sakura Kinomoto. Sixteen. Lived at Takura Hills. Youngest senior at high school.

She inhaled deeply before pressing her lips together. She said, "I'm Yelan Li. Your Mom's sister. Your Auntie."

I just blinked. "Where's Mom?"

She struggled and squirmed. I began to get worried. "Did something happen to Mom? Is she okay?"

"No. She isn't." Her voice broke. The effect scared me. What the hell happened to Mom?

"What about Mom?" I was frantic now.

"S-She's not here anymore. We lost her, I'm sorry." Lost? Lost? What the fuck does that mean? Her gaze was lowered so she didn't see my glare.

"What-"

"She's dead Sakura." Her voice turned harsh. I blinked in surprise. My dream came back to me. She's dead… I was empty. Devoid. It felt like I had been a well that was now dried up. Mom wanted to go and I let her go. My stomach lurched.

The silence was unbearable. Standing up, Yelan dusted herself off and left the room in a hurry. Suddenly my lower lip trembled. I had a sick feeling I was going to cry again. And I didn't know why.

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Wrapping the towel around myself tightly, I walked outside the luxurious bathroom. I felt better from using all those bath stuffs. Lying on the bed neatly were clothes.

There was a little above the knee length gray pleated skirt. And a white collared shirt. Looked like my uniform, I thought as I put the clothes on. My hair was no longer wet (thanks to the five minute hair dryer) and I used my plain white ribbon I had with me since yesterday to tie in my hair like a headband. I lost my cherry blossoms earlier. I wish I had them. Just like I wish I knew what was going on. But, right now I was in the lull of the storm. I was numb. Not for long though.

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"She doesn't remember? What do you mean?" A familiar male voice asked. My breath quickened. Who was he? I knew that voice from somewhere-

"She has amnesia." The lady who claimed she was my 'Auntie' stated stiffly. Amnesia. So that's what I had. Why I couldn't remember.

" The doctor warned us about this, remember? She couldn't handle the truth, so she pushed it to the back of her mind. To forget it ever happened or at least that's the way her body wants to deal with this." Deal with what? I had the urge to slam open the door and demand answers from these people, but I didn't. A part of me just wanted to eavesdrop, crouch back here, and listen. So that's what I did.

"Anyhow, it's better for her this way." She simply said. Better?

"How? Why would it be better?" His voice sounded confused as I was.

There was a long pause in the room, or they were whispering so softly I couldn't hear.

"Imagine how bad that would be for her to remember how she had been alone that night. To see the face of her dead mother." She stated openly. I found her dead? Irritation overwhelmed me. I wanted to know.

"-and how she could've saved her but didn't. That she dawdled too long." Her voice sounded cross. I dawdled? It was my fault Mom died?

There was another long pause.

"Come now, Syaoran. The woman could've been saved if Sakura just called 911 for immediate help." I couldn't believe my 'Auntie' was saying that. Mom would still be alive if it wasn't for me? I-I-I had killed her? Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt my breathing get tight. I felt like I was wheezing. I couldn't breathe.

I gasped again. And again. I couldn't breathe!

Finally, I caught it. I let go and exhaled. My heart was hammering and my head was pounding.

I killed her.

But, I refused to let myself think that. I didn't want to blame myself. It wasn't my fault. But the frustration once again soaked me. I couldn't remember! What happened on that day? What did I do?

"-you're going to Kero Star Academy tomorrow." I heard a groan. Kero Star? That was for rich people…

"No, not that school." He begged.

"Uh-uh Syaoran. Either this or marriage, so have your pick. I'm making Sakura attend too." Syaoran? Like in Syaoran Li? Perhaps just a coincidence, but, there aren't really many other Syaoran's. It had to be him. He was my Mom's nephew? Again my pulse quickened. It was him…

"She's going?" He asked, a little perked.

"Yes, she is. So are you." Her voice sounded stiff. There was another long pause that should've been my hint to 'git' and leave. But, I had just stood up when someone walked out of the door. It was Syaoran Li.

He looked at me startled a bit. I bit my lip, a habit.

"Uh, hi. I'm Syaoran Li." He beamed expectantly. I knew it! My pulse started racing even faster. He looked… cuter in person. His chestnut banks fell into his deep amber eyes like renegades. My eyes roamed. He was and wasn't the same athletic track champion I saw on television. He was wearing baggy black jeans and a forest green shirt that said 'I'm the cause of your Insomnia" Oh, did he ever know.

He looked totally normal Syaoran. But, I noticed something else that I didn't know before. He had a tattoo. Of cherry blossoms and peonies. On his neck, which should hurt a lot. It had me thinking. Why? It didn't seem to fit with his character. His 'I'm a winner and I'm laid back gals' outlook. The tattoo made him seem soft. Like a petal.

I blinked out of my lame thoughts. The silence was overwhelming and I didn't have a clue what I was supposed to say. Uh, I already know you? You're my crush that I've been crushing on for two years? The first one I've ever had? I was surprised I could joke with myself so soon. Maybe I haven't started hurting yet.

He smiled, not the one he used when on television, to fill he awkward silence. This was real, and sweet. I didn't know anyone's smile could be that…great. It was a smile I was sure I hadn't seen before yet I knew I had. My heart fluttered madly.

His hand whipped into his pocket and he pulled something pink out. He opened his hand and extended it to me. I noticed his hand was shaking.

It was a ribbon, a pink ribbon with a pink cherry blossom print. Instantly I knew, the rain, the dance, the honk, and the smile. The same tender one that was on his face now. I felt like jelly. Or like I was swimming in his crazy smile. I had the urge to slap on a lop-sided grin too. I think I just did. He grinned wider. Now we're both crazy…

But that's when I did something stupid. Something I only expected from obsessed fans or from anorexic people. Either way, I didn't expect it from myself. I did something stupid: let me repeat.

My head felt dizzy and was pounding away. My heartbeat was thundering. My breath was now coming in gasps as before. Images were a blur.

I fainted.

(A/N: Short, I know, but bear with me. My act needs to get in shape!!! So, I am!! Okay!?!? Ha ha ha ha, I am a little moody and a bit on the crazy side today, excuse me…hope you liked it and aren't mad…pwetty please review? Maybe it'll make me feel much much better, and I'll write more…-MAJOR HINT HERE PEEPS- okay, well me gots to go now…I have to practice… )