Disclaimer: Nope...still don't own it...
Author's note: I think I have gone slowly insane after writing this chapter...Now, you shall know why it's rated M...
Chapter Two. Mortified
The rest of the day at school was plesent. Sakura didn't really see much of Yuki, except the casual glimpse in the hallway. The day went much easier after meeting Yuki. She seemed much lighter and more open. She said 'Hello' to a few new faces, but that was it. She wasn't that open yet. The feelings in this school were much happier than her old school. She felt more...connected for some strange reason.
Her walk home was brisk. She lived on the edge of town, in her new house beside the forest. That's what she was attracted to. She planned on spending a lot of time in those woods, wandering aimlessly in the wilderness. It was one of the few things that made her so happy in life, knowing that nature was just around the corner. It's as if she was a wild animal herself.
As she reached her house, a feeling of dred overcame her. She was home again. And her step-father was home as well. She could see the arguing silloettes of her mother and him. She sighed, walking up the steps of the porch and opened the door. She threw her bookbag to the floor. "I'm home, if anyone cares," she said loudly, making her way to the stairs.
"No one does," her step-father's voice rang out through the house. The argument in the kitchen continued. She walked up the stairs, the tears welling in her eyes. He was right. Nobody really did care. She fell to her bed crying. She spent fifteen minutes crying out her fears. She was afraid he would come up the stairs. Her mother didn't care. She wished everything would change. She wished he'd die. She wished something would happen, something, anything to give her a reason to leave. Her mind was cut short when she heard her mother scream.
On an instinct, she ran down the stairs not thinking of what she was to see. Her mother was lying on the floor, bleeding perfusely from the back of her head. "Oh my god," she said, the tears not comming this time, "I'm calling the police..."
"You're not calling anyone!" a deep voice said. The sentance was emphasized by a hard hit on the back of Sakura's head. She fell down on top of her mother's body. She picked herself up. The body was so cold. She screamed loudly, feeling a kick to her side. She realized her mother was dead. The pain ceased at this point, even though the blows from the heartless man continued. She opened her eyes for a moment, seeing a metal object under the counter next to her. She reached out. She felt the sharp blade. She thought for a moment of slitting her wrists right there. Then another idea came to mind.
She quickly and instinctly grabbed the knife and jerked her arm upward. She closed her eyes tightly. The blows stopped. She dragged herself up off of her mother's legs and looked around the room. She seen the man laying in the corner of the kitchen in a pool of blood. Her swift movement hit its mark. The man's throat had a large gash. The girl looked at the blood that had covered her school uniform. She stood up. She opened the screen door from the kitched to outside and stepped out, walking into the woods. She walked down a makeshift path. The sun was slowly going down. She was in a trancelike state. Walking. Thinking about what just happened. Everything was going to change now. He was dead. She was leaving.
She had made it to a traditonal style house and stood, her knees digging into the wood edge of the porch. A group of people were at a table eating. A brown haired girl looked at Sakura and screamed. Everyone's attention was shifted suddenly to the blood covered schoolgirl, who's long braided hair was astray. Her legs were starting to bruise in a nasty pattern. She stared at the group.
"Sakura!" a familiar said, getting up, "Sakura, are you alright?"
She looked to the boy, who she recognised as Yuki, "Everything's fine...it's all over..."
A dark haired man in a gray kimono ran out the door to her. He took her hand and tapped it. She gave no reaction. "She's in shock. We have to get her in a bed with some ice or something. Kyo, call Hatori and tell him to get here as soon as possible," he said loudly. Instictively, he wrapped his arms around her and carried her into the house. He ran up the stairs with her to the brown haired girl's room and sat her down on the pink ruffled bed. The girl's eyes her still open. She was trembling badly. He noticed that she still had her arms wrapped around him, and removed them slowly with a confused look on his face.
"You didn't change," a soft female voice said from behind him, "Shigure, is she a Sohma?"
"No, she's not," Shigure said, getting up from the bed, "And I'm as confused as you are, Tohru.."
Author: Please Review! I hope you enjoyed this exciting, yet creepy, chapter!
Shigure: The horror!
Kyo: The blood! The violence! I'm scared...