All I Know
forced memories
by
Numanife ( Kat)
A/N Sorry for being late. juggling life around, can only do one chapter at a time.
BTW this chapter can get upsetting. You have been warned.
"Hey, it's Kyra. I don't want detention!" Momoshiro laughed at his joke. I rolled my eyes and went over to Ryoma.
"Please, teach me tennis," I spat. He looked at me after drinking some Ponta.
"Don't want to," He muttered.
I froze, "Come one! Please, for a classmate." I resorted to begging. My uncle really scared me last night when he told me if I didn't join a club, I'd get kicked off as the class president.
He took another drink and then looked at me, handing me his racket.
"What in blaises is this for!" I said rather loudly, not really knowing how to respond to his actions.
"Tennis, now, go do fifty swings." he muttered.I dropped my jaw.
He had to be joking. FIFTY swings! I don't even know how to swing! What's his problem.
"Made made dane," He muttered. Oh I hate him. I hate tennis! He's such a jerk!
I threw the racket to the ground, "Forget I even asked!"
I turned to walk off but I felt someone behind me, pulling me back, and placing a racket in my hand. I felt my body being tugged around until my knees were bent and my arms were straight out in front of me.
"Swings," He muttered coldly in my ear and let go, beginning to lie down on the bench. I sighed and started swings, as I used to watch on T.V.
"Mommy!MOMMY! He's on t.v.! That one great man from last year tournament!" I laughed and clapped my hand, watching a sharp man on t.v. easily crush another on t.v.
"That's great, hunny. I have to go to work, so don't stay up to late." She told me.
"Yes ma'am!"I shouted, keeping my eyes on on the large man with his hair pulled back in a pony tail. His eyes were as sharp as he was. I sighed as he did a split step and then smashed. When it was his turn to serve, he did a twist serve, which amazed me to the fullest content. His movements were attention drawing, and his smirk made me smile.
I'm not that little girl, anymore. I don't get excited at the sight of amazing movements. I'm not that naive, and I'm certainly not that, well, childish. I finished the swings and felt a burning sensation in my arms and sides.
"Go home, meet me here tomorrow at ten." He got up, took his racket, and headed home.
I hate him, so much.
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It was nearly midnight, and I was out for a walk, to cool off some steam. My arm shook in nervous fashion, causing me to look around. I heard snickering and whispering. The glasses on my frightened face were slightly sliding off. I looked around and turned around to run. I felt arms grab me, tossed me around a bit, and threw me down, knocking my glasses across the cold pavement.
I went to yell when somebody pulled tape over my mouth, and a bandanna over my wet eyes. I was practically defenseless now, judging from the fact the when I went to hit them, they grabbed my arms and slammed my chest into the ground, tying my hands so tight that I couldn't feel them. I could hear loud laughter, in a girlish tone, and then two different snickers from boys, but only barely, because my heart pounded so loud, I could hear it in my ears.
"Now who's the boss?" I could hear one boy yell, then something kicked me. I felt someone sit on my back, then place thier hands gently on my head as I sobbed softly. So gentle, then slammed my forehead into the ground harshly. I felt the pain sting my head like someone was pulling my face into a fire. Whatever light I could barely see before slowly sank out like something drifting away the sea. The last thing that happened before I gave out was another slam to the ground.
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I woke up in the morning in an unfamiliar room. People surrounded me worriedly, and I didn't know a single one of them. Where am I? Who are they? I'm confused... I'm scared...
I felt a burning sensation from my torso up to my head. I saw men in white coats come in, saying things like, "She can go home now, but she'll have to come back daily for check ups."
I felt tears swell as one woman hugged me worriedly, "What's the matter hunny? Does it hurt? Do you need pain killers?"
"Pain killers? Who are you?" I yelled a bit loudly. I face heated as I felt some more burning.
"Who amI? But, hun, I'm your mom!" She yelled, tears swelled. Her hair was red, like mine, and her smile was sweet and sincere."Oh my gosh! Don't tell me you don't remember me!"
"I...Don't" I responded, slightly scared that I should know this woman.
"Come on, maybe taking you home will refresh your memories!"
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I got 'home' and walking into 'my room'. Sure, I know what these things are, but I don't see how they are mine. When did I ever get straight A's on a report card. I'm a little frightened, and worried. Everyone around was trying to get my memories back, when I don't even know what memories they are talking about. Maybe I should sleep on it.