Let Me Hear You Scream

Chapter I: Façade of Insanity

Graffiti engraved in bones

Dust bunnies cling to souls

Taking in the façade of insanity

An old pair of goggled, your swim trunks

You're afraid of the evil mackerel

Of porn

Hiding in the blankets in your attic

She paints her lips red

And sells her body

To buy the loaf of bread

You can sniff at dawn

Tumbling down the stairs

So you engrave graffiti

And spit at mackerels

Praying you'll be stolen

A slave of the mind

A rebellious fool

(oOo)

Tomoyo felt her heart beat speed up as she raced down the corridor. She had gotten word of Sakura's well, "hallucination" and being the brunette's closest friend felt it her duty to be there as soon as possible. It was cool and dark on her way. Her eyes followed the path of room numbers until they reached her beloved cousin's.

Doctors and nurses were huddled around the navy cot where Sakura laid, eyes wide and lips trembling.

Young Ms. Daidouji slapped a hand to her forehead. This was her fault. She should have arrived earlier. After all, she was the only one who knew how to clam the poor girl. It had always been only her that could make the nightmares fade, curse the sadness is Sakura's so green eyes to hell.

The late Ms. Kinomoto had been known for her kindness and sweet words. Fujitaka, Sakura's father, always spoke of her with a faraway look in his eyes. It was unfortunate that the model was now deceased, as she could have been an addition to the comfort Tomoyo gave.

The Daidouji family found it so hard to cope with both Mrs. Kinomoto's death and the sickness of Sakura and their own child. Fujitaka hadn't wanted his daughter to be taken away in the same way Ms. Daidouji hadn't wanted her daughter's time at the hospital prolonged. Albeit, Tomoyo wasn't emotionally unstable like Sakura, she had caught the family illness a few years back and recovered. But once with Sakura at the hospital she found she couldn't leave, so Tokyo G. found a room for her close by.

She had never imagined it would be this hard to take care of her cousin. Sakura was childish and naïve and innocent. Tomoyo cared for her dearly of course. That is the entire reason she had decided to stay.

The amethyst-eyed girl rushed to Sakura's bedside with a grim expression. Her pale hands curled around the white covers on the cot.

"What exactly happened to her?" Asked Tomoyo, voice coated with concern.

Nurse Watanabe pursed her lips. "The girl went on a rampage again, tossing and turning in her sleep at first, so loud you could hear from down the hall. Then, I suppose she got up and ran for a second or to before collapsing back asleep. We found this normal for a psychiatric patient to do in the sleeping process. But all of a sudden about, a half an hour or so later she started screaming and screaming. No one had any idea what was going on so we rushed in and.."

Another nurse, slightly shorter with curly black hair stepped in. "She woke and started rambling things like 'He choked me! He chokes me!' stressing the 'he'." Her eyes downcast toward the girl in the cot. "There are nail marks on her neck and we've already cleaned the blood."

Tomoyo's face turned five sheets whiter. "So..you think she did this to herself?"

Nurse Watanabe snorted. "She's mentally unstable, Daidouji-san. There is no other possible explanation. No one else was awake at this time."

The mature teen turned her eyes to meet with the rude nurses'. "You said she got up for a moment or so? What-what about then?"

Watanabe-san shook her head. "It was too short a time, I believe. And anyway, patients here have been known to hurt themselves. It is very possible she is bi polar and has decided her other, ahem, self is male and murderous."

Tomoyo sighed. "She was never suicidal or bi polar. Kami, she was just hallucinating." Her defiant eyes met the nurses' again. "I won't have you accusing her now, Watanabe-san, I'm afraid she's already been diagnosed."

The curly-haired nurse from before laughed. "Don't you worry, Tomoyo-chan, Nurse Watanabe isn't in charge of the diagnostic department here. She can do nothing but voice her opinion."

Watanabe-san scowled and decided perhaps it was time for her to take her leave.

The young Daidouji child looked up at the doctors and nurses again. "What will become of her now?"

A doctor shrugged. "I suppose she might be moved into a real mental hospital instead of just a ward. Unless you can prove these hallucinations are just minor."

Tomoyo gave them all hopeful looks. "You don't think they'll research on her, do you?"

The curly-haired nurse put a hand on her shoulder. "She is the first of her kind, Tomoyo-chan. But don't you fret, you've done enough for her already." The hand steered her out of room 909.

Tomoyo couldn't help but feel she hadn't done enough. She couldn't let anything happen to her precious cousin.

(oOo)

The same young girl, who had begged to know of her cousin before, lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. Somehow she'd have to banish him from Sakura's thoughts. She sighed into the night air, trying hard not to let tears slip down her cheeks. To her family Sakura was very important. She was a symbol of the dead Nedeshiko Kinomoto they had loved so much.

Tomoyo didn't feel Sakura was a burden, only a challenge. She loved Sakura as much as her own sister. But still, the insanity inside her cousin. It scared her.

Maybe she could ponder over how to save her cousin from these hallucinations another time. For now, it was time to sleep.

But two minutes into her peaceful rest she heard a knock at her door. Holding a bedraggled blankie from her younger days, she shuffled to the door. Who could be calling at this time? Unless it was Watanabe-san to get revenge. Tomoyo was too tired to snort at the thought of that. She fingered the doorknob and yanked.

There was a boy in front of her. Young. Just a little older the Tomoyo in fact. His azure hair covered much of his face but from what she could see, his skin was an alabaster and his lips a frosty blue. He was wearing a shirt all too large for someone his age and baggy gray pants. He clutched in his right hand a pair of black glasses.

"E-excuse me, what are you doing here?" She asked, suddenly feeling very small.

The male looked up with two different colored eyes. He cocked his head to the side and let a crooked smile cross his features.

Tomoyo gasped and put a hand to her chest.

The pale figure reached his hand out slowly and grasped her pink nightgown. He pulled her forward with a stunning amount of force, but instead of impaling her in any way, he fell against her weight. Breath rushed out of his lungs at the fastest pace Tomoyo's ears had ever heard.

"H-help.." A light, feminine voice hissed against her ear. She clutched his worn shirt and dragged him to her bed, eyes wide.

"Water?" She inquired. The boy gave her a bemused look, still in some sort of deep pain. "Do you want water?" The kind girl asked again. He nodded his head in a distorted way.

She rushed to the cooler and pulled out a bottle of water, screwing the cap off and pouring it down the boy's parched throat. His head fell back against the pillow.

Tomoyo frowned deeply as she watched him look into space without really looking at all. It was a dream-like state. "Are you from the psychiatric ward?"

His airy laugh made her shiver slightly. "Oh no, Daidouji-san. I come from a place much worse."

Her brows furrowed at this, lips quivering. "W-what do you mean? How did you.."

The black eyes shut, leaving only flames to stare back into amethyst. "I need you're help. You and your cousin both. Otherwise I'm afraid the other side of my little self will go on a killing rampage. He chortled again. "And that wouldn't be very nice now, would it?"

Tomoyo felt her stomach drop.

The end of our chapter I.

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