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Chapter.3
Title: Storm
Story
The gray damp sky cried the hardest it had in years that night in England. Rain fell in a shower of stream. Hitting the hard cold pavement of the busy street, attacking small, stray animals in the form of hard stones, dumping their fur and skin in death cold grip.
Lightening ruled over the sky. Attacking in quick and fast paces at the clouds that groaned and roared loud in anger and despair. Such a horrifying night raised goose bumps on those sighting it; even the warm embrace of mothers could not protect the heart of their infants from beating in a faster rate then normal. Children cried and screamed, awaking because of the rush and noise of the infuriated weather. Jerked out from their peaceful dreams, running to the room of their parents and hiding in their comforting presence.
The circumstance was alas far worse for those actually experiencing it. Every being, that had either been delayed by their everyday rituals or by the lack of a habitat, hurried to escape the storm, running for shelter, hiding from the anguish of the sky or watched in fascination and horror through the windows of their warm and cozy shelter. Wondering if this is the end and if this was the most arousing storm in history.
Among all the fascinated and horrified people, there were still some who did not care, who were too lost in their own concerns to be affected easily. Among them, was one of the probably most grieved of all. The lone dark figure walked calmly in the quickly deserting street. Damped from head to toe, she didn't seem to mind the rush of wind as it gripped her small frame in its freezing clutch. Cutting her warmth into shreds, filling her with the bitter frost she already grew numb from inside.
A sharp, excruciating pain burst in her forehead, making her sway a step. But she didn't hurried on. She wasn't afraid of the cold she would soon find herself suffering from. She wasn't afraid to freeze to death, hell that was what she WAS hoping for. The headache was growing, but she didn't care. She wanted it to grow, wanted it to be unbearable. Wanted to be hurt physically, need to be shredded to pieces like she was inside. Needed the time to stop so she could control herself, her feelings, her consequences once more. Needed her breath to stop. Needed to stop feeling his touch, his lips…
'NO!' She screamed to herself as she felt a flood of emotion break in to her chest. She didn't want to think about it, didn't want to think of it. Her mother had made her think about it every moment every second after the incident. She wanted to get away from it. ERASE IT! Every single night and day she prayed to god to erase it, but it was fresh… so bloody fresh…
She needed to have a moment. A period of time in which she could understand. What was happening…? What was going on…what HAD happened!
The rain burned down on her wounds and scars…she couldn't do anything. She was afraid…so afraid… Her life hadn't ended. She still had a purpose. God still had her gripped in his chain of fate, she wasn't free…she still had a purpose. What was the purpose?
She didn't remember a lot what had happened after that. He was always there to make sure of it. Always haunting her mind… destroying her soul piece by piece. Her heart was numb…she didn't remember anything anymore. She just wanted to get away…away from everyone. Everything. She was waiting for God to save her…why was he doing this to her?
She continued to walk as rain beat out the exhaustion in her. Hair blowing furiously, prickling her like knives and needles. Eyes starting to brim with tears as collection of memories started to attack her again. With a sudden gust of force she found herself more vulnerable then ever. She closed her eyes…
FLASH BACK
His arm slithered across her body…up her thigh…she closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably, daring not to believe this was happening…
END FLASHBACK
Tomoyo's hand flew to her temples immediately as she stopped in her own tracks. Forcing the memories to go back where they came from. Her hair blew furiously; her dressed urged her to go on. As the wind pushed her forward, she became weaker. She couldn't think of this now, God she couldn't! She wanted to escape. Escape from that haunting incident. She could still feel his arms crawling up her feet to her waist, holding her left arm tightly underneath her, the other across her arm thrashing it to the ground whenever she tried to pray herself away. She felt a shiver ran across her body to her heart. She felt slimed. Felt something important was taken away from her…and no one could bring it back to her…not even herself…
…She wanted to cry out the pain like she used to when her father was alive. She wanted someone to hear her cry. To console her and embrace her tightly that she would be too unconscious to know where she was…
She sniffed under the freezing wind as her headache grew. She was exhausted, her whole body was on fire but her heart was still from the cold he had buried in her. The heart that had stopped beating at the realization her mother didn't believe her. Her mother was ashamed of her. Worried what it would do to their status. To her business. She had separated Tomoyo from Sakura just when she needed her best fiend the most. Forbid her to ever mention her real name ever again to anyone. Convinced her that she would not help her in this hell. She was alone…
FLASH BACK
Tomoyo's eyes widened in horror, she gave a quick glance towards Joe. Wondering if he would believe her. Joe was still smiling cheerfully as though it was normal for Asian girls to have British names. Tomoyo relaxed to his smile and gave a small one of her own.
END FLASHBACK
He had believed her. When she was lying he had believed her. Didn't question her. Out of all the people she called her own. Family and friends, a total stranger had believed her. Gave her a sense that not all had ended. That there was still something that was not pain in her life.
FLASH BACK
"No one would believe you! How could they believe you! The only chance for your survival if for you to find a different personality! I'm only thinking of your own good Tomoyo! How can you be so selfish! After all I had done for you! After all my sacrifices! What did you expect me to do! I CAN NOT TAKE CARE OF YOU FOREVER-"
END FLASHBACK
Tomoyo forced back the memory, not wanting to remember what had happened next. Not wanting to remember the loud gasp from her emerald eyed friend. How she had turned around in tears at her, she had backed away from Tomoyo in fright. Not daring to believe what had just happened. Syaoran supported Sakura from behind her automatically. Staring at Tomoyo in surprise and disbelief equal to Sakura's. That was too much for Tomoyo. No one had believed her when she tried to tell the truth. And he had done so at her lies…
Isabelle Montague…how she had chosen that name to hide her persona was not clear to her. Her previous memories with her father were nothing but faint blurs. But somehow…that name…that name linked to those memories…
Her breathing had become irregular. And she could feel heat rising up from face, to her brain. Another sharp unbearable pain crossed her temples as lightening flashed followed by a series of low groans from the clouds, and she fell…
"How long will it be since she has recovered doctor?"
"I can not honestly say Mr. Daidouji. The poor lady has suffered quiet a bit of anguish for her to handle with such a gentle soul. Only time can tell."
"Thank you Dr. Osborne."
The doctor tipped his head in greetings, "Pleasure to be of assistance Mr. Daidouji." And turned to follow the maid out the door.
An old man looked at his sleeping gray haired granddaughter. Her fragile and exclusively familiar complexion comparable exceedingly identical to a picture of a woman in a frame beside the bed that it almost looked like the woman herself.
"Nadeshiko…"