Mistakes&Sugar

Listening to them

She walked down the road to the town. It wasn't a big town. When she walked down the road to the town, she'd pass the cemetery. She hadn't been there for as long as she could remember. She saw a family there.

Why don't I care anymore? She wondered. Not that she cared…. Who am I kidding? Of course I care. I want someone to love me; I just accepted that no one does. And I don't love anyone back.

Misery came to the village. There was a mist hanging over the village. She saw some kids playing together. They were playing ninja. She wanted to have memories of playing with her friends. She didn't have any, of course. She was eight-teen years old and never had a hope of becoming one. She didn't have any jutsus in her blood.

She walked up to the store. When the people saw her, they stopped talking. She was an outcast in the village. She saw people who had used to be her friends in the group. She sighed. It could be lonely at times.

She got what she wanted and went to the cash register. A boy who had used to be her friend, Sora Lysine, was there.

"Hey Misery," he said.

"Hello Sora," she said in an uncaring voice.

"That'll be ten dollars," he said.

She handed him the money.

"You ever wish you lived in the village?" he asked in a friendly voice.

"Not really."

"Is it lonely without Salem?" he asked.

"You'd have gotten used to it if you were me," she said.

"You changed a lot, Misery. You used to have a different name. It was Sugar, wasn't it?" Sora asked, "Not that I miss you that much, but we used to have fun. If you want to hang out tomorrow, I'll be here."

"You want to don't you?" she asked.

"A little, Misery. You know, I liked to be able to call you Sugar, back then," he said, "Ever wish we lived back then?"

Misery thought about that. "Yes. I do wish I could live back then. Do you?"

"I sometimes wish I could live there, all my friends at the time changed. But I've made new ones. You didn't make any new friends, did you?" he asked.

"No."

"Do you want to?" he asked.

"Not really. I just don't care that much. It's the only way you can cope with it."

"You became a narcissist?" he asked.

"I wouldn't say it that way, but I have changed."

"You ever wish someone called you Sugar instead of Misery?" Sora asked.

"I do occasionally. But no one does."

"Not even your parents?" he asked.

"I rarely talk to them," Misery replied. By this point they were walking down to Misery's house.

"Do you talk to anyone?" he asked.

"Yes. I talk to Mizuki," she said.

"Isn't he the new prisoner?" Sora asked.

"Yes." The came to the cemetery. Sora turned to go into the cemetery. Misery walked with him.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

"Just thought I'd visit someone," he said.

She walked over to a gravestone.

She read the inscription:

Vera Lysine,

48 years old.

Mother, friend, and wife. Rest in peace.

"How long ago?" Misery asked.

"The same year Salem died, a little after," he said.

It was around that time that the two had stopped being friends.

"Can I meet Mizuki?" Sora asked.

"I suppose."

They arrived at the window.

"Hello, Mizuki-kun," she said.

"Is it you, Misery?" he asked in a tired voice.

"Yes. This is a friend, Sora," she said.

"Sora? Nice to meet you," he said in a dull voice.

"Are you tired, Mizuki-kun?" Sora asked.

"Yes. I can't really sleep here," he said.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mizuki-kun," Sora said.

Sora soon left.

"I'm glad you've got a friend, Misery-kun," he said.

"I don't want to be called Misery-kun."

"Of course, Misery," he said before going home, "That wouldn't sound right."

When Misery went to sleep that night, she heard her parents talking in the other room.

"How much longer do you have to live?" her father asked.

"A month. Should we tell Misery?" her mother asked.

"I don't suppose we shouldn't. Misery is our daughter, even if she isn't happy here," he said.

Misery's eyes shot open. No way…she couldn't leave. She got up and ran. She didn't know where she was going, but she left. She ran outside.

No…No…. NO NO NO! SHE CAN'T LEAVE…SHE CAN'T!!

Misery was miserable. Misery. What an unusual name. But everything about her life was miserable. The name fit…. Sugar couldn't be Misery, just like Misery couldn't be Sugar. Too much shit happened….