KNOW what really sucks? When you read the summary to a story and your sitting there like oh wow this sounds really good and then you click on the lick w/o reading the title or author and start reading and then your like this sounds familiar then something happens and your like crap this is my story! Some one stole it! Then you read who the author is and your like oh no wait it is my story prolly should start reading the titles and authors sigh then you have to go and find another story. I get the feeling I'm the only person that does that though (I told you already I don't function well in the morning!)
TALA'STWINSISTER if you read my other story then why didn't you review that one?
JAWX THORN oh its ok I'm bluntly honest, too much for my own good, and that's never stopped me smiles I know its not as good as continuing the cycle but I'm working on that (anzu2's been so kind as to point that out to me several times) I think this chapters a little better but I think I should stick to writing during Spanish instead of during my free time.
PHOENIX-MAKER I'm updating!
KCCREATION its ok I don't mind ppl getting emotional I just feel bad when its cuz of me
Rubbing my eyes I attempt to get my eyes to focus once again. As everything slips into focus I can see the bottom of the recliner and my father's arm hanging over the edge a half full beer can held limply in his grasp. Biting back a grown at how sore I am I drag myself out from under the coffee table and stumble into my bedroom. Flopping onto my bed I pull the covers up half way and allow blissful sleep to take over once more.
A soft plinking sound pulls me out of my much-needed sleep. Rolling over I pull the covers up over my head, but the sound continues. Letting out a disgruntled mumble I burry my face into the pillow, as the sound of a handful of pebbles hitting the window pulls me completely out of my post sleep haze. Stumbling over to the window I look out to see Momiji standing there watching me with large slightly upset eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I ask in a hushed whisper leaning out my window.
"You ran off yesterday after I find you curled up on my front lawn, without explaining anything to and then you ignored me when I tried to follow you. And you didn't come to school today so I stopped by earlier but your dad said you weren't here but I didn't believe him so I snuck around to your room but you weren't here so I decided to come back. And I did and now you're here," Momiji said nervously wringing his hands before continuing on in a shrill pitch, "and I had to talk to you. To make sure you were ok!"
"All right all right shut up. Just…be quieter," I hiss my voice softening as I see his eyes filling up with tears.
"Ok," he sniffs wiping away his tears.
"Get in the house before my dad sees you standing outside my window."
"You're bleeding," is the first thing that comes out of his mouth after I switch on my lava lamp instead of my normal lights to keep my father unaware of what was going on.
"Huh? Oh yeah forgot about that it doesn't hurt to badly though," I say looking at my bloodied hip as I sit down on the edge of my bed.
"Not that bad? There's blood everywhere! Do you have any bandages or something along those lines? I'll clean it out for you cuz it'll get infected otherwise," Momiji said hovering over me wringing his hands nervously.
"Don't worry about it, it doesn't matter what happens to me anyway."
"WHAT? Of course it matters what happens to you everyone will miss you!"
"Who is everyone? I don't talk to anyone, and no one talks to me. They wouldn't notice or care if I was gone anyway."
"They might care you wouldn't know you never talk to any of them. And what about your mom she'd care," Momiji said staring at me tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
"NO THEY WOULDN'T AND MY MOTHER WOULDN'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE! SHE CAN'T ANYMORE SHE A FUCKING CORPSE! SHE HAS NO IDEA ABOUT WHAT GOING ON AROUND HER ANYMORE! AND ITS NOT LIKE SHE DID WHEN SHE WAS ALIVE! SHE WAS ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT US LEAVING TO GO SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING SHE NEVER STOOD UP TO HIM AND NOW SHE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF IT!" I shout now on my feet letting all my pent up rage and frustration out on Momiji even though he didn't know about what had happened there was no way he could. But it didn't matter he is closest as well as the easiest target all ways so annoyingly happy no matter what. Never having any clue about what it's like to suffer every day. He couldn't remember ever having a mother let alone when she walked out on him and his dad. And his father loved him and didn't spend all his free time telling him how stupid or worthless he was, didn't beat him for just existing.
Tears are now streaming down Momiji's face and they make me happy to know that even he can suffer and cry. He stares at me as though he is trying to wish it all away, to make everything go back to how it used to be, but it won't, and it can't, and maybe, just maybe, these thoughts that I'm giving him are really mine instead.
"Haru I—I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would have let you stay at my house," he whispers blinking away his tears.
Now my eyes are filling up with tears instead of his but I can't stand to let him see me like this. I can't just make nice with Momiji after yelling at him just because he cared, "Go just go and leave me alone," I whisper brokenly. Momiji looks at me for a second before climbing back out my window. Once he's gone I spin around letting the tears fall and slam my fist into the wall.
I continue on like this until I can no longer stand and blood coats my wall from when my knuckles cracked open. I slide down my wall and curl up into a ball there ignoring the pain in my fists and hip as I rest my head against my knees and fall asleep to tired to crawl the short distance to my bed.
The next morning I'm still curled up by the wall and sore all over with sharp pains in my knuckles and hip. Struggling to my feet I stumble quietly down my hallway and into the bathroom. I strip out of my shirt and slowly peel my pants off wincing slightly at the feel of the scabbed on jeans pulling away from my open flesh.
After washing up I head back into my room and dig around in the bottom draw of my dresser in search of the bandages and rubbing alcohol hidden there. I quickly bandage my hip biting my fist to keep from crying out at the stinging sensation from the rubbing alcohol. I then wrap up my hands, and flop face first onto my bed after pulling on a pair of boxers, asleep seconds after my head hits the pillow.
w00t its better then the first 2 chapters!