Heartless
Chapter 7
Haruka stepped out of her car once they arrived at Michiru's house. She hurried to the passenger side to open up the door.
"Well thank you kind sir." Michiru smiled and lent up, gently kissing the blonde's cheek. "Come on inside, I'm sure my mother would like to meet you." The smaller woman grabbed Haruka's hand and walked into her house. "Mom, you home?"
A small, stocky woman appeared in the doorway from the kitchen. Her hair was nearly the same color as Michiru's, except for the streaks of gray that had claimed it. She looked at the girls, from one to the other, in slight confusion. "Michiru, why are you home so early? And who is this girl?"
Michiru signed before showing the suspension notice to her mother. The expression on her mother's wrinkled face changed to bitter anger. "This is unacceptable Michiru! You've never been suspended before! It's your fault!" she glared up at the blond. "My Michiru was a perfect angel, until she met you!" she snarled. "Get out of my house!"
"Mom stop. It's not Haruka's fault. I'm the one that kissed her. She's innocent! Don't make her leave."
Haruka looked down at the carpet for a moment before turning to the door and making a hasty exit. She reached her car just as a gentle, familiar hand grabbed hers. The blond shook away her salty tears before turning to the smaller woman. "Take this." She quickly pulled her spare apartment key from the others and slid it into Michiru's hand. "You have my number." She looked up at Michiru's mother, standing in the doorway. "This is probably for the best Michi." she lent down and kissed her forehead. "Visit me whenever you want." she climbed into her car and drove off...
A set of car keys were thrown across the empty apartment as Haruka entered. She gripped her hair with both of her hands in a vain attempt at ripping it from its roots. All the thoughts of her classmates surfaced in her mind.
"Dyke."
"You never deserve to be happy, stop smiling."
"Maybe they'll let us watch them fuck."
"Burn in hell."
The words flooded her mind. The more she yelled and screamed for them to stop, the louder they got.
"Look at the lesbos."
"That's so gross."
"Faggots!"
"Carpet munchers."
Illusions surrounded her. They were of all her classmates, of every person that had ever commented, that had ever looked at her funny. They all surrounded her. They all pointed and laughed as if she were the main exhibit in a freak side show.
"STOP! Leave me alone!" The blond dropped to her knees, helplessly listening to her tormentors' words. Her eyes flooded with tears. Then the most recent words she'd heard resurfaced.
"My Michiru was a perfect angel, until she met you!"
The last few words echoed in her head. The harder she pressed her hands to her eats, the louder those words got. 'I have to stop this!' she thought between the words she heard.
She raced into the bathroom, her shaking hands searched through the medicine cabinet. She found a bottle of aspirin, she dumped some onto her hand, most slipping out, into the sink. The pills tasted horrible as she tried to swallow them without any water.
The screaming in her head didn't stop. She went out to the kitchen to try her next idea. After grabbing one of her knifes, she walked down the hallway, going into her room, where she sat on her bed. "I'll solve everything."