Oh my god, I'm SO SO SO sorry for not writin' in for freakin' ever. My comp's been in and out of the shop, data got erased alot and finally my family got an affordable laptop with Internet connection. That, and I think I had been struck with the longest case of writer's block. It's pretty stupid actually. Anyway, on with the story.
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I yawned and cracked open my eyes to be welcome to the sight of my living room, from laying on the couch with book in hand. I must've fallen asleep while reading. I sat up, stretched, and marked my page in the book before glancing at the clock, which read 8:08...
"Fuck!" I shouted, springing to my feet, tripping over the coffee table and running down the hall. I tore off my shirt and threw it in the hamper, before opening the closet door and grabbing a shirt off of a hanger. It was a black, form fitting shirt with blue thread stitching it together and the sleeves came half way down my lower arms. On the front was a blue fairie sitting on air with an elegant dress wrapped around her, with some kind of sparkle stuff falling through her fingers. This image, as well, was blue in multitudes of shades. I slipped it on and ran to the bathroom, throwing open the medicine cabinet door and grabbing the deodorant and applying it to my under arms. I set it back and shut the small glassed door and turned on the faucet, grabbing my tooth brush and the toothpaste. As soon as my brush was wetted down, I spread some 'paste over the bristles and began to harshly and quickly brush my teeth. While doing this I raced back into my bedroom, grabbing my hair brush before returning to the bathroom. I scrubbed my teeth for ten seconds longer than the half minute it took me to get my hair brush before spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing the toothbrush. I also rinsed my mouth before running the brush through my hair. I set the brush on the sink's edge before running to the hallway closet/cabinet. I opened it and grabbed a pony tail, shoved it in my pocket, and a barrette. I pulled the top section of my hair back and clipped it, while everything underneath hung loose. I grabbed my train ticket from the kitchen counter. Then I ran to the door, grabbed my trench coat from the hook I put on the bookshelf facing the door. I unlocked the door, opened it, locked it again, and closed it before taking off down the hall like a bat out've hell.
I ran into god knows how many people in the hallways before storming past the Colonel's office with my boots jingling from the buckles and the heavy 'thomps' from feet connecting to the floor. Soon I was out've the compound but still had to run through the streets to the train station with only around five minutes left. I wished I had slept in my own bed so I wouldn't have gotten up almost seven minutes before the train leaved. Buildings, people, and random things whizzed past me in a blur and I was hardly aware I almost got hit by a car rushing a crossed a street. Thinking about the car and being hit, it reminded me of Dustin. Dustin was the class clown of the school I used to go to, and on the morning of January 23, 2006 was hit by a car crossing the road on his bike and died on impact. He was 14 years old. Thinking about that made tears prick at the back of my eyes but I blinked them away and pushed on, running as fast as I could, arms pumping with legs almost like blurs of black pant legs melding together from how fast I was now sprinting. Although my breath was getting short I kept going.
I made it to the train station in four minutes, and I was panting and out've breath, so I walked to the train and stepped on, dragging my feet and sat in a empty compartment with my feet up on the bench in front of me, head tilted back slightly an panting to try to get the oxygen I desperately needed in my system. Some seconds later the door opened and voices floated in the air.
"God dammit, where is she? Kat was supposed to be here ages ago!" Edward shouted, which almost made me wince because I had sensitive ears.
"Brother, she's only four minutes later..." Alphonse countered his brother's statement.
"I don't care! The train is leaving in a minute or two! DOES THAT SAY ANYTHING!" Ed shouted, growing more furious by the minute.
"For Christ's sake, I'm right here." I said hoarsely, and that got their attention. Al ran over and picked me up, giving me a hug and called me 'Kat-sama!' - an affectionate name he gave me. Ed came over and grabbed my arm and shook me.
"Where the hell were you?" He shouted, and I took my arm away from his hand and glared at him slightly. I might not be able to be a better alchemist than Ed, but I sure as hell could whoop his ass in hand-to-hand combat.
"I accidentally slept later than I should have because I fell asleep last night on the couch reading a book. You're just lucky I made it here, FullMetal. Now, before I have an asthma attack please sit down so I can rest after running from my room to here in four minutes flat." I said, which he grumbled and sat next to the window in the bench opposite from the bench where I sat, and Al sat a crossed from him. Thus I was on the outside, and I sat next to Ed. I felt guilty and sighed, then looked at the blond alchemist sitting next to me.
"Ed, I'm sorry if I worried you and Al, okay? I didn't know you guys were waiting for me or looking for me. I only had enough time when I got up to put on some deodorant, brush my hair and teeth, and put on a clean shirt. Will you forgive me?" I said softly, looking at him with my elbows on my knees, leaning forward to look at him. He had his arms crossed, glaring out the window - although his lip twitched, meaning he wanted to say that he forgave me only he was too stubborn to say it right now.
"Ed please forgive me... I'm really sorry. I didn't know I was that... meaningful to you both." I almost choked on my words because I'm the kind of person who gets really touched by sentimental stuff, and I put a hand on his upper arm. Sighing, he turned to face me and my hand fell away, replaced with a sad but hopeful smile.
"I forgive you, Kat, just try to be on time next time okay?" He smiled slightly back and then I smirked before nodding. It's easy to get people to say things if you say the right words and do some of the right gestures, like I had just done to Ed.
"I'm glad I have you guys to be with, otherwise it'd get pretty lonely having arguments with myself." I said, which got me a grin from Ed and Al's eyes to light up even more.
"We'd get lonely without you too, Kat-sama." Al said, and I grinned from almost ear to ear.
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20 minutes later
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I sat next to the window with Ed's head on my leg. He had gotten tired and curled up next to me on the bench, but I pulled his head up on my leg as a pillow, and he went right to sleep. No, his head wasn't in my lap. It was farther out on my legs, almost to the knees where his cheek was. Al was slumped over against the window, in his own kind of sleep-thing. I was thinking about that I missed most about my other life. I missed my friends, and Dwight especially - that's for sure. I also missed having a laptop and Internet to write stories or talk to some of my other friends like Ashley (Pruitt), Jarred, Jacob, Josh, and Liz. Sometimes Matt, but the guys usually avoided me for some reason. I also missed my cats. I had a black angora mix, meaning he was REALLY fluffy named Black Onix (Onixf for short) or aka 'Furball'. There was also the golden tiger striped cat named Golden Sand or aka 'Thumbs' because of his extra 'toe' on his front paws. They used to come into my room and curl up with me on my bed and sleep. I remember always talking to them about wanting to help and make a difference some where or to someone. I felt so beaten sometimes because they had all done something before I got the chance to do it. Anything I wanted to do, one person had already done. Then again, I was almost two years younger than every one else and they still accepted me. How ironic.
Another thing I missed was my music. Since they didn't have our technology here I was Linkin Park-less. And that kind of torked me off, because I loved listening to my music. I also missed watching anime on my laptop. Especially FMA and Hellsing for some reason. But compared to everything else, I could care less. I sometimes wished could go back, and other times I wonder why I'd want to give this up... And then I see someone who looks like my friends and I wish I could take the thought back about not leaving. Sometimes I also think I hear 'Viva Forever' and I start to cry on the spot. You know, I still cry myself to sleep sometimes, but that's half way normal right? I mean, I've been here for 3 months and a week, but everything I loved and meant something to me was now gone... It was sad and scary at the same time... The scary part was that my depression and bipolar disorders have 'spiked'. I could usually keep it under control without medication before and now I feel as if I needed to swallow down pill after pill to keep myself from either killing/harming myself or killing/harming someone else. Killing or harming myself wouldn't be anything new that I hadn't tried in the past but no one knew that here since I still held my fake happiness act.
"If I was invisible, then I could just watch you in your room..." I whispered to myself. It was always a joke between Dwight and I that that song somehow related to both of us in a 'perverted' way. It did, although, make me cry when I thought about it now. I sighed and wiped the tears from my eyes before they could get out. Then I just continued to watch the scenery go by. I felt Ed stir on my leg and I realize he had just rolled onto his back. I couldn't help but smile. In a way, I ended up being the sisterly/motherly figure to my friends. And I felt really sisterly/motherly right now. I sighed again, and leaned my head against the window. Once I closed my eyes, I let out my turmoil and sadness in the form of hot tears.