Disclaimer: I do not own PoT. And like evreybody else I wish I did. But I'll live with what I have. The OC's and the plot are mine. Everything else belongs to Takeshi Konomi. Oh and I reformatted this chapter. Is this better?
I sat in bed staring at the wall across from me deep in thought. I thought about my band, friends, and of course my boyfriend. I thought about everything. It had been a few weeks. My arm had healed, my wrist needed another week, and my legs were fine now. And through it all, they were with me. Did I really deserve all this? It's not that I wasn't thankful…it's just…strange…
Another day has gone and past. And another rumor has started. Though not really a rumor. More of news from the past. The reason I had been dropped out of Hyotei Gakuen, Junior High School section.
I walked through the halls conscious of all the glares I was receiving. I could live with that. But the things I couldn't live with were after school. I could feel a lump forming in my throat.
"Why…?"
Chouta…Ryou…Blade…Nile…Riku…all of them…looking at me like that. Like they didn't know what to think of me.
"I thought. You guys…were…over that. I thought…you believed me…when I said that…it hadn't been me…"
Chouta looked at me in despair,
"I-It's not that Yuki-chan. It's…there were these pictures in the locker room…pictures of you."
No…I paled. No…this wasn't happening,
"But it wasn't me…It couldn't have been me."
"You don't have any proof of that." Kei said suddenly.
I turned to him. He wouldn't meet my gaze,
"Kei…sempai…?"
"There's evidence against you Yuki. You have no witnesses. Nothing to prove your innocence. These pictures prove that you did do it."
My bag slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a soft thud. I couldn't…not anymore…
"I could live with them hating me. But you. All of you…"
I could feel tears falling down my face, rapidly. None of them met my gaze.
"I thought you were different…"
And I ran. Hmph. I was a coward. Always running from my problems. I could hear them calling after me but I didn't want to hear it. Not anymore. It was over. I stopped when I reached home. I opened the door and went to my room. I looked around. None of it was comforting anymore. Everything seemed to be sneering at me, as if to say, 'You're not needed. Why don't you just disappear?' The lump grew larger. I wobbled over to my desk and took out a sheet of paper and a pen. I scribbled some things down before turning to my bed and reaching under it I took a bag. It contained my wallet, my glasses, and a journal. Then I turned and left the house.
I don't know how long I wandered around but I eventually stopped walking and I looked up. The house looked vaguely familiar. I walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and the person standing there stared at me in surprise, "Hello Kikumaru-sempai." I smiled sadly.