Lonely Dove

Alone for a while I've been searching through the dark,
For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart,
To weave by picking up the pieces that remain,
Melodies of Life - Love's lost refrain.

When something bad happens to a person, they always ask 'Why me?'. ...Why? Is it really so bad that they should question God's actions? What makes them think He cares?

Usagi turned out the light, sighing as she lay her head on her pillow. It was going to be a hard morning, those people never wanted to leave her alone. All the hugs and the words. 'I'm sorry about what happened,' or 'You poor thing!'.

Their looks of pity. She didn't want it, she didn't care about them, the words they spoke meant nothing to her.

The blue-haired woman told her to try and sleep. Fat chance, he wasn't going to let her sleep. Never again.

--+--

"So basically she lost her memory?" Minako asked Ami as they walked through the school gate. A week. Seven long days since the accident.

Ami sighed, "Its not that simple. She has post-traumatic stress disorder. Mother says its very serious, she didn't even recognize her own family! When they tried to explain about the accident she didn't... she didn't know who--who..."

"Who... Mamoru was?" Minako finished, sensing her friend's hesitancy.

"R-right," Ami faltered, "She also has had the inability to sleep - insomnia, in other words - she refuses to take any sort of medication and actually threw a bottle of anti-depressants at a window - her mental instability might lead her to more violent outlashes."

"Uh, Ami? Pretend that for a second I don't understand smart people lingo." Minako whispered as they walked into class, the bell ringing insistantly. Miss Haruna tapped a folded booklet on her desk.

"Everyone, I'd like your attention! As most of you know, Tsukino Usagi was hospitalized after a terrible car accident." Whispers filled the room, yeah, they had heard. Rumors had floated around that Usagi had died, or vanished from the car.

Miss Haruna cleared her throat loudly, "I was notified just last night that Miss Tsukino's physical condition if perfectly stable, there have been a few cuts and bruises, but she will fine, and possibly be returning to school in a few days. Now, I've asked the president to construct a card and I'd like for everyone to sign it - and write a letter to her, preferably in your best kanji."

Minako and Ami exchanged glances, wondering if Usagi was really going to come back.

--+--

Our paths they did cross, though I cannot say just why,
We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye,
And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?
Let them ring out loud till they unfold.

"You came, Usagi." a man with stormy blue eyes spoke.

Usagi glared at him, "Like you really gave me a choice! Last night you said you would tell me who you are - so--so tell me! I want to know!"

"Why?"

Usagi faltered, clenching her fist, "What do you mean, 'Why'?"

"You don't seem to care about getting your memory back all that much, so whats so special about me?"

"I--I don't know, thats why I want to know! How do you know who I am?"

The young man looked thoughtful, then a cold smile crossed over his half-hidden face.

"How about this - every night you come to see me, I tell you one thing about myself until you are satisfied. Its a win-win situation, in my opnion."

"No! I want to sleep at night! I'm tired and I'm sick of this! Just tell me your name and how you know me!"

"My name is... no--I won't tell you my name just yet. But I will tell you this, we definitely aren't friends." he turned around and walked into the shadows, leaving Usagi behind.

This always happened, it meant he was done talking with her. He would leave and she would try to find a way back to that bedroom. It would take a while, this strange place never led in the same direction. For the past week she tried to head the same way but it would lead to endless fields of roses or vast plains and grass that nearly outgrew her. It once took her to an empty construction site.

Usagi rubbed her eyes and wandered off into the mist.

--+--

"Usagi! Time to get up!" Usagi opened an eye, it was the blue-haired woman again. What was her name? Tsuki-suke?

"I've been up," she grumbled, the woman smiled.

"Honey, if you would just..." she trailed off, seeing Usagi's look of contempt. "Your father and I have decided that you should start going to school again..." Usagi tuned her out, looking out the window. Colorful leaves blew off the trees and onto their lawn.

'So they're my parents. Makes sense, I guess. Even though I don't look like them. I could be adopted.' she thought, 'Go to school? Those girls might try to talk to me though. The one with the blue hair (smart-looking girl) said she would give me my homework while I was in the hospital.' she looked at the pile of papers on her desk. She was pretty sure it was hers, anyway.

"...all your friends have missed you, dear. They stop by everyday after school. I wish you wouldn't shut yourself up, its not healthy. Oh, yes, some boy dropped flowers off last night too..."

'My friends? Great, now I have to deal with them - they probably won't shutup like everyone else - all these stupid people, like I care about that accident or my--my birthday, wasn't that it? My birthday was then and they were crying. I'm... I'm fifteen now.'

"...your uniform is hanging in your closet, put it on, I'm sure your teachers won't mind you missing your homework (though I wish you would have tried to do it) after what happened..."

"Fine!" Usagi snapped, "Just leave me alone!" Tsuki-suke frowned, sighing.

"All--allright dear, breakfast is on the table, if--if you're h-hungry..."

Usagi rolled her eyes, this was going to be a long day.

--+--

Notes:

I wasn't going to start another story but this just popped into my head, don't expect long chapters or a masterpiece, I'm just working on my angst and drama skills, since most of my stories are light and humorous (or so I'm told). The chapters are short, so updating regularily shouldn't be too difficult.

How do you like Usagi? She's depressed, mentally disturbed, confused, and cold. She has no desire to know what happened - she doesn't care about the people she knew - her reactions to her friends in the next chapter will be insensitive and she will find them repulsive and fake. I enjoy writing her this way; I don't know why, though.

I looked up a bunch of stuff about amnesia and came across post-traumatic stress disorder. My knowledge of this isn't exceptional and I'm trying my best to make Usagi's condition as realistic as I can. If theres any mistakes that ya'll might know of just lem'me know and
I'll try to fix it.

Review and tell me what you honestly think, if it needs work or some oomf! I'll probably drop a few of those hot gundam pilots in in the next chapter, or maybe not - I never really know until I actually start!

If you have any questions, just keep on reading and pretty much anything that I think you'll wonder about will unravel.