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Back at the Inn, Pirika's condition was getting worse. She would lay in bed every day, and to add to that, she kept her doors locked, too. It seemed as though she would just slip away and no one would notice. Yoh and the others tried as best they could to cheer her up, to tell her that it would be alright, but they too knew better than to get their hopes up. Things at the Inn were more quiet and dark than ever. Without Ren and Horo's constant bickering, and Pirika's instant resolve, the Inn and all of its residents had lost their spunk. Whenever people came over to see Yoh or Anna, they left almost right away, due to an uncomfortable feeling when they entered.
Pirika's eyes looked as though they would never fade from red. She didn't cry anymore, she couldn't; she couldn't feel anymore, she was trapped in her own made-up nightmare, one that seemed as though it would never end.
Though the others tried to help her, but the only thing they could do was get her to eat, which she did rarely now, too.
Why? Pirika would constantly ask herself. Why did they have to leave me? I should have stayed by their side. I could have helped them if I would have stayed. I know I'm not strong enough, but I could have gotten help for them. It's my fault for leaving them, it's my fault their dead. I shouldn't have yelled at Ren, it's not his fault that Horo died, and now he's dead too.
Just as Pirika's thoughts had almost subsided, something struck her, as though she were being hit sharply by something much larger than herself, only she was struck in the heart. Something had dawned on her just now, something she didn't want to know. She would never see them again. She had been moping around and praying with all that she had, to see them just one more time. She had hoped that by some odds they would come back, if only for a moment. But now, she knew; she knew that this was the end. She knew that she shouldn't spend the rest of her life searching, waiting for them to be there, even though she knew they couldn't.
Now Pirika knew that she wasn't making anyone's lives better by hurting herself, she was just making it worse. If she wanted everyone to be happy, she had to be happy, too. She couldn't do it all at once, but she knew where to start.
She walked down the steps slowly, hoping that no one would be there, or that they wouldn't speak to her. To her misfortune, Yoh and Anna were there, and so were Rio, Morty, and Tamura.
As Pirika walked past them all to sit down at the couch, they all turned a little to face her. Lucky for Pirika, none of them spoke, and they seemed to ignore her after that. They seemed to know what she wanted from them, and that was for them to act as though nothing had happened in the five days that had passed.
And so the days passed. Pirika would come to little by little, slowly recovering from the horrific scene that had happened just six days earlier. She would eat more now, and she would even come downstairs to eat; it took a while, but eventually Pirika would go outside again, too.
She still thought about them often, especially in her dreams, and what with the horrific images going through her mind, it seemed she was recovering awfully quickly. She tried to push these horrible thoughts from her mind, but they seemed to be haunting her. Sometimes she wished she were dead, just to relieve her from the nightmares; if she didn't have her friends, she probably would be dead now.
Little did she know that there was someone else who wanted her dead, too.
DarkTaoAngel: I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry it took so long to update, I was busy thinking of ideas for the next chapter, and for my next story. Review if you liked, or if you didn't, because I just want some reviews!