The Scar
Aoko was missing out on school.
That was her thought as she sat glumly at the doctor's office waiting to be examined. The day started so promising.
A very bright day ahead. Her kind of day.
Baka.
Now she was invariably stuck here for about a week at least. And she wished the doctor would hurry up and give her the official verdict. How she loathed inability. It was simply boring. Not doing anything progressive.
The door opened noiselessly and the doctor entered along with her always-worried-for-his-daughter father.
"Good morning, Aoko-chan," Dr. Watanabe greeted her. The familiarity of the doctor was supposed to be welcoming but not now because she knew a lecture would arise sooner rather than later.
"Good morning," she replied none too enthusiastically.
"So, we got your x-rays. You did a pretty good job at fragmenting a few of your bones. And a pretty long scar on the wrist. And what a pleasure that I couldn't find a crack in your head. Now, don't be too happy, but I think I'd need to keep you here for a few more days. Maybe at least five so we can make sure your fall didn't do any damage at all to your cranium," he replied a bit too sarcastically.
She remained silent.
"Aren't you going tell us what happened?" Genzo blurted.
"No". There was no point in arguing. They were not going to know. She'd die of shame if they knew, anyone knew, what happened.
It was like a secret. A very dark secret.
After casting her very bruised left leg and bandaging up the nasty looking wrist wound, she was put into a private wherein she was compelled to think about what happened that morning.
It seemed so normal.
It started very normal and ended so bizarrely.
She wondered if a certain a raven-haired boy would know what happened to cause her bruises and broken bones. And the very ugly scar. She loathed to think too much of it.
So, she sat up, read a bit, and tapped her fingers restlessly.
She almost wished for company.
Almost.
As if on cue, a knock was heard from the door. Then, entered a group of teenagers.
"What happened? They said you tried to, um, well, kill yourself," she exclaimed as soon as she was near enough. Ah, subtlety was never a novelty for her green-eyed Osakan friend.
She profusely shook her head side to side.
"No. No. I would never. It's just that. Well, uhm. It's pretty hard to explain really. Can we not talk about it?" she said.
"Are you depressed, Aoko-chan? Maybe you should see someone for your problems". The feminine but very subtle voice was full of worry.
"No. I'm fine. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Well, maybe not that good physically."
"You always seem so bright and cheerful. It's just-".
Okay. That was it. So maybe it was better to explain than to be thought as self-destructive, suicidal type of girl. Better by a teeny-tiny bit.
"What happened?" the messy-haired, blue-eyed boy asked with no hint of humor whatsoever which was very rare. Very rare indeed.
Then she proceeded to explain.
Really. There was nothing dull about the girl. Absolutely nothing. For the girl replied when asked what happened:
"I went to get a shower this morning as I usually do. Then, I don't know how 'cause I'm always usually not so clumsy, I slipped in the shower and I tried to grab the water to catch myself. And it's also a mystery why I wasn't able to catch myself on time for me to avoid slipping and bashing my head on the tiles. And then, my wrist in my struggling got caught on the shower hooks when I collapsed and it started to bleed a lot. It just didn't work."
The small crowd around her bed looked at her. That was not what any of them expected when told that Aoko Nakamori had a very distinct injury on her wrist that usually signified a suicidal type.
All eyes on her. She wished she could expire on the spot.
"Let me get this straight, you slipped and tried to hold on to water?" the blue-eyed boy inquired.
"Yes. Yes, I did," she retorted.
"You tried to hold on to the water?" another blue-eyed similar-looking boy asked.
"Yes," she murmured under her breath.
And with that the whole room was roaring with laughter. The hilarity of the situation was not dulled by the seriousness of the discussion before.
And without another word, Aoko left cast, hospital gown, crutches and all.
Behind her another round of mirth made itself pronounced in the room of 'supposed' well-wishers.
Ah, yes. An update after a bit-too-long while.
Thank you for reading.
So, if you've noticed I didn't mention anyone's name because frankly, I didn't want to.
You could all guess easily as I have left required clues as to who was speaking.
Aoko as an emo-type of girl was unthinkable I can't fathom why they even thought about it!
So, there we have it.
Chapter four is up next.
I'm sequencing the characters randomly.
Reviews are food for the mind.