"Wh... When Yuki died, everything just went completely downhill. She was my best friend and always was. After..."
I felt the tears coming. I haven't cried in so long now he comes and it's like I'm back to my old self.
I don't like it.
I quickly put on my tough girl mask and told myself to man up. You're not week so don't act like it, I kept chanting this in my head.
"After you left," I began strong, all traces of emotion wiped from my face.
"I didn't go straight to being like this. I was just doing little things like changing my style and attitude. Yuki kept me from doing the bad things I do now."
I looked up at Naru and was surprised I see that those blue eyes held a bit of sympathy and what looked like regret. I looked away not trusting my eyes and continued on with my story,
"Then one day, Yuki and I had plans to go to the park for the day. I went to pick Yuki up and found her house surrounded with cops and an ambulance. Yuki's mother and father were in the yard balling their eyes out, and in front of them was a black bag, a black bag that held Yuki's body. How do I no it was Yuki in the bag? Well the paramedics did a terrible job of putting her body in the bag and left her whole arm outside of the bag, it was covered in her blood. But on her wrist was the best friend bracelet I made her." I showed him my simple beaded bracelet on my right wrist.
It was the bracelet Yuki made me. We had a sleepover a made them for each other, four days before the murder.
Before I left the police station this morning though, they said I was allowed to have my bracelet back. To say I was happy was an understatement.
I lowered my arm and continued on.
"Turns out, about an hour before both Yuki's mother and father and I arrived someone broke into the house. The cops said that it wasn't a forced entry, meaning she knew the killer. But whoever it was stabbed Yuki to death. She was stabbed eight times in the chest and four times in the head. They never found the killer, but I swear, if I ever find out who did it, I will kill them with my bare hands. "
As I finished my story I looked up to find both Lin-San and Naru's sad, regretfully, pity filled eyes glued to my own emotionless ones. I looked away not liking there looks, I got enough looks like that to last a lifetime, I don't need anymore.
After a while they still didn't say anything.
"Well," I began, "say something!" I was outraged. I let down my walls and told them something personal and they don't even have the decency to reply!
After another minute of silence I had enough.
"That's it I'm out." I stood up, my black combat boots making loud banging sounds as I stomped my way towards the door.
"Mai wait."
"What Naru, what can you possibly say?"
I have nothing more to say to him. I just wanted him to go back to England and leave me the hell alone. I want nothing to do with this man and I would do everything in my power to make them realize that.
Even if that meant punching him again.
I waited for another second but he didn't reply. I finally reached my breaking point and through open the door to ready to leave and never look back.
So long Naru, it was nice seeing you again, I thought sarcastically halfway out the door.
"Do you want your old job back?"
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Cliffy!
So sorry but I had to ;D!
Well that concludes chapter 3 of Life Without You! Now you guys know more of the reason of why Mai is like the way she is.
I would like to say sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes and for how short the chapter is. I promise I will get better and make the chapters A LOT longer; I just need to get back into the swing of things.
Also I posted the first chapter of my new story To Overcome the Loss, and I would LOVE if you guys can check it out and tell me what you think so far. There really isn't much to read yet cuz it's like a filler and describes what's going on and how Mai has changed.
But thank you soo much for reading, please review and everything and let me know if you like it! :)
*Song of the chappie:*
~Peter Pan 2 – I'll try~
This song really fits cuz Mai is trying to grow up and is trying not to break down to her old self.
