URGH. Okay, so I've decided that first person is still better despite the fact that I dislike it still because it makes me feel that I'm Amu. But, however when I read it, I do enjoy the Ikuto Lovin' LOL just kidding around. So now I'm changing it back to first person. PLEASE EXCUSE ALL THE DIFFICULTIES I'VE CAUSED YOU. I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT THERE WILL BE NO MORE…HOPEFULLY. WELL…ENJOY!
I'm in a dream…and I'm floating in midair. I look around and I see nothing but whiteness. The air is damp. I can feel the mist caressing my skin. I lift up my arms and look at them and my hands. Nothing is wrong with me…I look down at myself and I notice I'm wearing a solid white dress. The edges stop at my knees. Suddenly, I notice the ground. I see something blue under the fog and mist. I make my way past all the fog and mist and I make out a head with blue hair. It's a man, and he's standing there. I start to float toward him, but suddenly I see someone else in this dream too. The person walks closer to this man, and I make out the person's features. She's a beautiful woman with long, blonde hair. This woman stands in front of this man, and together, they share a deep long stare into each other's eyes. Suddenly, this man embraces her ever so fiercely and holds her tight in his arms. I catch a glimpse of his face for a brief second. The woman is not startled for some reason. Then she notices me watching them. She gives me a noticeable, small haughty grin and starts to angle her head in front of his. She stares into my eyes once more, and then she goes in for a kiss. First the kiss is gentle, but then the man suddenly is in sync with her as if under a spell. He puts his hand at the back of her head and forces her deeper into the kiss. Slowly, she encircles her arms around his neck. The man suddenly becomes drawn to this, and takes his free and to caress her lower back. Then his hand becomes fierce and he pushes her closer to him till she can't move. I watched as they kissed passionately. And somehow, I felt cheated on. My vision began to blur slowly, and soon I couldn't see. Then I couldn't hear anything or taste anything at all. And after that, I couldn't feel or smell anything anymore. I felt dead. Then I started to panic, and before I knew it, I was sitting up in my bed, panting and sweating. Oh crap, did I oversleep? I checked the calendar to see what day it was today. Oh, thank god it's the weekend. Gosh, the week went by so fast…I yawned then got out of my comfy bed and into my slippers. Hazily, I walked down the stairs, but I didn't smell the usual breakfast smell. Eh, mom must've forgot to make breakfast. I'll just make something for myself. I started searching in the cupboard for a cooking pan, when I heard someone coming into the kitchen. I turned around and saw my mom walking towards the kitchen table to sit in a chair. She yawned a couple of times, rubbed her eyes, and moved her hair back.
"Hey, mom. You look kind of tired. Are you okay?"
"Honey, I'm practically wiped out. I don't know why, but I've been feeling tired for the past several days."
"Do you want something to eat? I'm making food right now." I said, finally finding the pan I was looking for.
"Yeah, sure. I'm starving. Please do me a favor and cook me two plates. I've also been really hungry these past several days. I don't know why…something is wrong with me."
"Nah, mom. You're probably just not getting enough sleep or eating enough!"
"No, trust me, I now eat more than I did before. And I get plenty of sleep."
"Oh shoot…" I suddenly said out of nowhere. Suddenly, I had this sensation that my period was here. I dashed down the hall and locked myself in the bathroom.
"What is it, honey? Is there something wrong?" Mom yelled from the kitchen. I didn't answer her. Instead, I got out of the bathroom in relief that I did not get my period. I really did not like getting my period. I walked into the kitchen and saw mom's face full with curiosity.
"What happened?" she asked, still sitting there with her head on the table.
"Oh, nothing. I just thought I had my period." I replied, getting out the eggs.
"Oh, so you're getting your period late too?"
"No, it was just a feeling…wait, what do you mean 'too'? Are you saying your period is late?" I asked her, suddenly curious. I walked over to the table and sat down next to her with my legs hanging off the side of the chair.
"Yeah, it is. I'm supposed to already be having it right now, but I guess it's late."
Tired, starving, late period…No, it couldn't be…
"Hey, mom, did you so happen to throw up a few times these past several days?"
"Yeah, honey. As a matter of fact, I did…"
A slow, wide, and bright grin started creeping up on my face. I was almost going to scream out loud and prance around the kitchen, but I managed to keep my cool. Instead, I only screamed out loud.
"AHHH! MOM!"
"What? What is it?" She asked, startled.
"Mom, brace yourself. Because what you're about to hear will shock you!"
"Why? What is it?"
"Mom," I said in a low voice, "You're PREGNANT!" I suddenly screamed, unable to keep my cool. Mom just stared at me and wore an expression that told me I was hysterical. I smiled eagerly at her and she began shaking her head.
"No, no, no that's impossible!"
"Why is it impossible? Listen! You're tired, you're always hungry, your period is late, and you've thrown up a few times! Do not tell me that that is just a coincidence!"
I stared excitedly at my mom who just sat there looking half-surprised and half-dead. She slowly turned to me and asked, "Are you sure, Amu?"
"Yeah, I'm totally positive, mom! Oh my gosh, I can't believe you're pregnant! Aren't you excited? I'm so excited!"
"Hold on. You can't be so sure just yet. I have to go to the doctors to get a check-up or take a pregnancy test…"
"So then what if you do have a baby? What will you do?"
"I don't know…I'm so tired right now…I can't think…I…I…I…"
There was a loud thud on the ground that abruptly pulled me out of my daydreaming. I turned to my mom but she wasn't sitting there and my eyes caught her unconscious on the ground.
"Mom? MOM? MOM WAKE UP! Holy crap…Mom! MOM!" I screamed as I knelt beside her. I was shaking her like mad trying to get her to wake up. I even slapped her face, but she didn't respond. Stop panicking! You know you can't do anything when you're panicking! Just…Just calm the heck down…! "GAAHH! I CAN'T CALM DOWN! DAAAAD! DAD WAKE UP! DAD, COME DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW! MOM FAINTED!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I sped up the stairs. I pounded on dad's door so hard that I thought the house was going to fall down. I was walking around so quickly when I heard his footsteps. He opened the door with his unhappy groggy face.
"What? What is it?" He asked annoyed.
"DAD STOP BEING SO SELFISH RIGHT NOW! YOU CAN GET YOUR GOD DAMN SLEEP LATER, BECAUSE MOM IS DOWNSTAIRS IN THE KITCHEN RIGHT NOW AND SHE'S FUCKING UNCONSCIOUS!" I screamed the loudest I could. I've never ever cussed in front of my dad before and that was probably why he wore a half panicked half shocked look on his face. I was so impatient that I grabbed his arm and tugged him downstairs with me. When he saw mom, he literally freaked.
"CALL 911! HURRY!" He yelled. I ran over to the phone and dialed 911 as fast as my fingers would let me.
"Hello, 911 how can I help you?"
"My mom…she fainted…and…I…" I trailed off because I started to cry. I've never been in a situation like this before and I couldn't handle it. I was afraid. Really, really afraid. I quickly got myself together and wiped my tears.
"Your mom fainted? What happened? How did she faint?" the lady asked.
"Well, she…I-I think she's p-pregnant…" I stuttered, trying to hold back my tears. I looked over to my dad who looked even more shocked. He looked down at mom and started crying too. Suddenly, he slapped himself hard across the face and cursed to himself.
"Why didn't I know better? Why didn't I look after you better? I should've known! I HATE MYSELF, HATE MYSELF, HATE MYSELF!" Dad yelled at himself as he slapped his face over and over again. He started sobbing uncontrollably into mom's shirt.
"Okay, we'll be right over."
"Okay, j-just hurry okay?" I whimpered.
"Okay, it's okay sweetie. Your mom will be fine. It's okay, we'll be right over." The lady tried reassuring me. But I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. I hung up the phone and slowly knelt down next to my lifeless mother. Suddenly I caught something at the corner of my eye. I looked up and saw Ami standing there. Her face was pale white and her mouth was quivering. She looked at me and then at dad and she immediately knew what was going on. She quickly ran to mom's side and knelt down with me. Then she too, started to cry. I grabbed mom's hand and squeezed it tight, hoping that nothing will go wrong with her.
Suddenly I heard the ambulance siren blare outside my house and I quickly got up. I ran to the door and tore it open. There were already men at the door with a gurney in their hands. I led them to the kitchen and they carefully carried my mom onto the gurney. I couldn't part my hands from my mom's hand, so I had to run to keep up with the men. Dad followed right behind me, carrying the wailing Ami. When we got to the back of the ambulance, Dad and I tried to go in, but one of the men said only one family member can go in. I thought for a while, turned to Dad, and said, "Dad, take Ami with you and take the car. I'll stay with mom." He hesitated, but agreed that this would be the best way. So I stepped carefully into the ambulance and sat next to Mom, grasping her hand tightly.
"It's going to be okay, mom. You'll be fine. I know it. Just hang in there and we'll be at the hospital in no time." I murmured silently.
When we arrived at the hospital, I pushed open the back doors and jumped off. The men quickly carried Mom off the van and rolled the gurney towards the entrance of the hospital. The doors slid open and I could feel all eyes on us as we dashed down the hallway. I could feel the air on my face dry my wet tears on my cheeks. Just then, I heard Dad call yell out my name.
"Amu, wait!"
I turned around and saw Dad struggling at the doorway. I quickly ran over to him and took Ami from his hands, and together we ran down the hallway like mad. When we caught up to the men, they abruptly stopped us.
"I'm sorry, but you have to stay out here in the waiting room." One of the men ordered.
"But…" I hesitated, but the men already went in the ER.
It felt like a decade…maybe a century, waiting in the waiting room. I kept walking back and forth outside the ER, Dad was sitting motionlessly on the chair, and Ami was fast asleep with her head resting on Dad's arm. Suddenly the automatic doors slid open, and I saw mom, still unconscious on the gurney. A nurse was rolling her out of the hallway, and a doctor stepped out of the ER. I wanted so much to run after the nurse with my unconscious mom, but I resisted reluctantly. Instead, I walked quickly towards the doctor.
"Excuse me, doctor, is my mom alright? Is she going to be fine?"
"Your mother is pregnant, but almost had an unexpected miscarriage. Right now, her condition is slightly major, and she is too weak. She must stay in a patient's room, but for a few days at most. She must really take care of the child in her stomach, and as for her family, they should definitely watch out for her more. There is no need to worry. Your mother will be fine." The doctor explained thoroughly.
"Okay, thank you doctor, thank you." I thanked, glad that my mom was fine. After that, he walked away, talking to a nurse nearby. Dad walked up to me and asked me what he said. I explained to him and he easily became reassured.
"So what room will she be staying in?" He asked out of the blue.
"Huh?"
"What room is she staying in? Do you know?"
"Oh, shoot! I forgot to ask the doctor…"
"It's okay. I'll go to the reception desk to ask. In the meantime, Amu, go to the cafeteria downstairs, and pick up some hot soup for your mother. Here's five dollars. It should be enough."
"Okay, Dad. But call me as soon as you know what room number she's staying in, so I know where to go."
"Okay, be careful, Amu."
I took off with Dad's money in my fist and ran to the elevators. Suddenly, a loud man's voice brought me to a halt. I turned around and saw Ikuto walking towards me with a bunch of nurses crowding him. He almost looked worried to me, but I just shrugged it off.
"Hey, what happened to you?"
"Nothing…how did you know I was here?"
"I stopped by at your house this morning, but no one was there so I got worried. So I went to your neighbors' and they told me the whole story."
"You got…worried? Wow…"
"No…I meant…I got…curious."
"Uh huh…sure!"
"Whatever. Anyway, is your mom okay?"
"Yeah, she's doing fine right now. I have to go pick up some hot soup for her down in the cafeteria…which reminds me…BYE!" I exclaimed and walked off.
"Wait a minute…I already bought it."
"What?"
I turned around and saw him holding up a plastic bag that had a red happy face on it and in large red letters, read 'THANK YOU'. I looked up at him, wondering how he knew just what to get for my mom. Then I wondered off to further and more impossible things. Did he sneak into my house in the middle of the night while I was asleep, and implant a mind-reading chip into my brain? I almost believed there was a mind-reading chip in my brain, but I didn't want to feel so stupid. Just then, my phone rang, making me jump straight up into the ceiling. I took it out of my pocket and put it to my ear. In the distance, I heard Ikuto snickering.
"Amu, your mother is staying in room 528. Do you already have the soup?"
I paused for a while, not answering back to Dad's question. I looked up at a grinning Ikuto, which made me a little annoyed.
"Hello? Amu, are you there?"
"YES, DAD, I HAVE THE SOUP!" I yelled, unable to control my annoyance.
"Okay, okay good!" Dad chuckled, "Now hurry up and get here. Your mom wants some soup."
"She's not even awake yet!"
"Well, you don't know that, do you?"
"Okay, whatever. Bye, Dad." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Okay! So now you have the soup! Let's go, then." Ikuto perked.
"Wait, wait. Just hold on a minute there, okay? I can't let you near my family," I said with a low face, disappointing Ikuto.
"Why not?"
"Use your god damn brain for Pete's sake! If I let you into my mom's room, then my parents will know about you!"
"You mean you haven't told them about us, yet?"
"There are no us!"
"Then there's no problem with telling them about me, is there? After all, this whole thing is fake, right?"
"Yes, but…"
"Unless you felt something during that time I kissed you in front of Saaya…"
"I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING! You're just way in your head. I can't tell my parents about you PERIOD. If they see you next to me, they're already going to go bonkers. So…just give me that soup, and leave."
"Alright, then. Give all my luck to your mom…"
"Sure thing, sure thing." I replied, walking away.
"Look who the stupid one is, now. She thinks that I'll never be able to know where her mom's room is. All I have to do is ask the lady behind the information desk, and then I'll know." Ikuto sighed to himself, making his way to the information desk.