Okay, this chapter is pretty angsty and stuff. I got some reviews from my friends. They said it was actually good, so I'll post it. And quickly:
starlit-chaos: One, the reason for my ragging on goths, pyros, and bisexuals will all be revealed later in this story. I have nothing against any of these people. Actually, this is all a plan to get my story rolling. And, Riku is Mr. Perfect for a reason. You'll see. =D He's not as perfect as he seems, either.
Now, I warn you. Some RikuxKairi up ahead. She's a slut. Garr. =X Flame me for this and you DIE.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything it's the shorts on my ass and the crappy Campbells soup I'm eating right now.
Chapter Three: Gemini
[Sora's POV]
Sliiiiiiiit
Ouch. That feels good. God, they all hated me. I knew they would, but I didn't know I'd feel this depressed. All I really feel like doing is sitting in the bathroom and cutting myself. Which I'm doing.
Drip Drip Drip
I hold my wrist over the sink and watch the crimson drip out of the cuts. My godmother would kill me if I got any of my blood on the rug. I look at the mirror. My face is already going pale. Did I really cut that deep? My wrist is already mutilated from my previous cuts. I want to die. I've wanted to die since I was born. Everyone else wanted me to die too. So why don't I just end my life right now? Because I'm too pathetic to die. That's why Mom killed Him. He didn't need to suffer like I do every day. He was too good for that.
'S-Sooooraa...'
I choke back tears as I watch my life drain away through my wrist. The ghastly images of Mom and Him still run through my mind. All she cared about was Him. Well, if I was Her I would only care about Him too. I mean... He wasn't forced on Her like I was. Stupid bastard. He just had to make me Hers', didn't he?
'Honey, can you get me an axe...?'
'Why, mommy...?'
'To save your younger brother...'
I've always felt like a carry-on bag for my Godmother and her sister. I'm not really good for anything. Just moping... complaining... getting bloodstains everywhere. The bleeding has slowed quite a bit now. But, I'm extremely pale. I feel like I'm going to pass out. I might. But... would it be such a bad thing? No one cares about me enough to bother to check if I'm dead.
No body really cares anymore. 'I love you' are just meaningless words. It's not that I've ever heard them, but from what I've seen on TV people seem to think that they mean so much. But words never really mean anything. I don't think I even believe in 'love' anymore. It's so superficial. Only some people actually feel it. And they're lucky. The last time I dared to care for someone, my heart was ripped out of my chest and shoved down my throat. It was a good thing my entire body and soul was numb by then. Numb from the cold... or maybe the pain. Maybe both. I don't know. I don't remember.
Riku was pretending. He's not really as nice as he looks. He's just another stuck-up kid who gets everything he wants. There's too many of those people. Fuck them. I can't handle all of the shit this world keeps throwing at me. I think I'll just curl up and die and just tell the world to fuc--
SLAM
"Sora, I'm home!" calls a familiar voice from downstairs. Shit. Lulu's back from work. And I'm here half-falling on the counter of the sink, my wrist pouring blood, a sharp knife sitting beside me and my face paler than the moon. Maybe I should pretend I'm dead. No, that would only make Lulu angry.
Damn.
Damn.
Damn."Sora? Where are you?" calls Lulu's demanding voice. God, I can't even move. I've lost too much blood. I go to say something, but the words crack in my throat. She calls my name once more before I hear footsteps up the stairs. I've got to get out of here. I try to walk over to the medicine cabinet, hanging on the opposite side of the wall, but I end up stumbling and knocking the knife onto the floor with a clatter.
"Sora, you'd better not be cutting again," I hear Lulu's voice coming closer. She wasn't supposed to get home until late tonight. Maybe she lied, just so she'd catch me cutting and have another excuse to put me back with the therapists. Suddenly I find myself on the floor, my bleeding forearm draped across my stomach. I bite my lip. Lulu's near the door.
The door flies open, and a dainty black shoe appears through my blurred vision. "Sora!" says Lulu, her voice in a silenced awe at my paler complexion and my blood-drenched clothing. She glares at me, her eyes full of a combination of sorrow and disgust. I quickly look to the floor, tears now running down my cheeks. Even though she's right there, I still feel alone. I can't really see anything anymore, except for red-stained, white floor tiles. I hear the clatter of cupboards above me, and next I feel my arm being levitated by cool, smooth hands. The odd gauzy feel of bandaging is wrapped around my wrist, and Lulu presses down hard.
"I can't believe you..." I hear Lulu mumble. I bite back a sob. She doesn't understand. She wasn't there with Her and Her precious Son. She doesn't have to see that insane face every minute of life. I look back at her. She's pretty. Her black hair is in a loose, jeweled bun and the long strands are barely staying in place. She looks up at me, her cold, cat-like eyes focussed on my face. "Sora... you don't have to do this to yourself..." Her free hand brushes by my cheek. I welcome the comfort. Okay, Lulu's not so bad. She's my Godmother, but she's still young. 23 years old, I think. Not too much older than me. She dresses well too. Curvy figure. Really pretty. Gorgeous, maybe. She's pretty kind-hearted, too, but she's overprotective.
I smile sadly; "Mom wants me to suffer." Lulu's expression goes hard again.
"Your mother doesn't want that..." she muttered, looking at my wrist once again. I notice the red stains slightly going through the bandage. She presses harder. Pressure is supposed to stop the bleeding. "She doesn't know what she wants be--"
"Because she's dead."
"No, Sora. You know very well what your mother's situation is. She's still alive."
"Her body is. But her spirit has deteriorated. Because of that bastard," Lulu's eyes flare up with hatred as I hiss out those words.
"He is the one who's helping her! And he did nothing to your mother. It was... not... his... fault..." Lulu cuts off her sentence, but I decide to finish it.
"...Because I was the one who did it to her. I broke mom." Lulu glares at me and goes to walk out the door.
"Keep applying pressure to the cut. You're going to stay home from school tomorrow. Get to bed. Now." She turns on her heel and heads out the door. As soon as I hear her heels clicking down the stairs I manage to stand up. Dammit, she could have helped me to my room. I stumble down the hall, my hand clamped to the oak banister. My room is just a few delicate steps away. I manage to hear some of Lulu's grumbling combined with some of my favorite opera music downstairs. I open the door to my room. The cramped, dusty excuse for a room. Lulu and our family are by no means poor, I just like small spaces. And because Lulu wanted the huge room. I let her have it. She needs more space with all of the creativity beaming from her body. She's like a walking sunflower when she's painting. I flop down onto my bed, happy to have something supporting me other than my legs. My whole body feels heavy.
The world thinks I'm pathetic and selfish because of my cutting.
I think that too.
But I never admit it.
Because...
I know it all too well.
[Riku's POV]
Kairi grins as she pours herself a glass of orange soda. "So, how was school? I didn't see you at all today." I flick my pen with my index finger.
"It was lame. Some goth wannabe with a chick's name kept trying to seduce me. Not much else happened besides me falling over a garbage can." Kairi drops the cap of the soda bottle on the ground, and bends over to pick it up.
Lucky me, she's wearing a mini-skirt. I get a full-on panty shot. Black lacy. Mm... Kairi's a slut.
GET THE DIRTY THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR HEAD, RIKU!!
She did that on purpose. She likes watching me drool. "Close your mouth, silly Riku," she says, giggling, and I slam my previously gaping mouth shut. She stands up and puts the cap back on and shoves the bottle back into the fridge. She giggles again as she walks back over to me, purposely trying to make me insane. "I'm sure that goth-kid isn't thaaaaaat bad. But he's not good enough to hang out with us. Ya know. Just be nice, and I'm sure he'll go find friends or blood buddies or something." She waves her free hand around as she talks and holds the glass of soda in the other. Her auburn hair is pretty when it's a bit longer. In the sun it's the color of her glass of orange soda.
"Maybe. He punched me pretty hard when I mentioned... Hm... I think it was being spoiled," I say. My cheek still hurt from that and I have a large purple bruise. It should go away by tomorrow though.
"Maybe he has no money," says Kairi, sitting in a chair opposite from me. I shrug. Kairi flips open her Math textbook. "So, lets get started on this work. If we get it done early, I'll give you a present!" Ooh, presents. I like presents. Especially when they're from her.
RIKU!! CONCENTRATE ON HOMEWORK! THOUGHTS LIKE THAT AREN'T FIT FOR THE GARBAGE!!
Chains, Handcuffs, Whips.
Eeeh!
Wait, whips?
Gah, Sora's just popped back into my brain. I'm zoning out, apparently, because Kairi is waving her hand around infront of my face. "Ku. Earth to Riku!"
"Erk. Sora Kairi. Er, sorry Kairi!" I manage to stutter out. Great, I just said his name. She raises her eyebrows and suddenly breaks into a fit of giggles.
"You're thinking about that goth kid still?" she says, grinning. I shrug and turn my attention to the window on my left.
"He's just stuck in my mind. Why would he get so pissed off?" I mumble. Kairi scoots her chair over, so she's sitting beside me. She leans her head on my shoulder, and looks over to the window with me.
"I dunno. He's angsty. Leave him alone, kay?" says Kairi, nuzzling up against my neck. "Let's get started on the homework."
It only took us a half-hour to do the homework. It wasn't hard, just annoying and used a lot of big numbers and confusing equations. Kairi's not great at math. But she's good at something else...
A warm, wet tongue slides inside of my mouth. Auburn hair tickles my face slightly. Kairi straddles my stomach, her face bent down to mine. My hands are on her thighs, playing with the material of her skirt. I'm too distracted by her pineapple flavored lip gloss to bother with my hands. Maybe later, but not right now.
In case you haven't noticed, Kairi's not that nice of a person to unpopular people. She's not mean to their faces, but you wouldn't believe the horrible things she's done. Hell, I don't even like her personality. She's a stuck-up, rich, stupid, slutty bitch. But she's gorgeous. So, I guess I'm using her. Or something.
Is that pathetic, or what?
Feed the monster some cake this time. =D Or some crappy Campbell's soup. I'll love you either way.