Okay, second chapter is here and pretty quickly to! Hope you all enjoy the chapter and please leave reviews- reviews gives me another reason to want to finish my fics!

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Chapter one

The nurse who had found the girl awake held back her small gasp as she stepped into the room towards the bed. She had to make sure the girl was alright before she went to get the doctor so he could give her a full check up, and then she would need to tell the girl's parents who were due any moment now.

"Miss Tsukino?" She asked softly as she stepped up to the bed, "My name is Nurse Miako but you can call me Mi if you want?" The girl simply looked at her without blinking and Mi had to hold back a small shudder at the blankness of those eyes- they looked dead. "I'll just get your doctor and then when your family arrive we can tell them the good news!" She gave what she hoped was a cheerful smile before she all but fled the room from the emotionless gaze.

Usagi watched as the nurse left before her eyes moved to look around the room. She was in the hospital again? A frown came over her lips as she tried to remember how she had gotten here. Her frown deepened as she struggled to find the memory. How long had she been here for? And why could she not remember how she had come to be here?

As she shifted she noticed the bandages on her arms and slowly raised her left arm to inspect it more closely. Oh. Now she remembered why she was here, remembered what she had tried to do to herself- so why was she still alive?

She wiped the frown from her lips trying to give herself a passive look. She didn't want to think about anything anymore- that's why she had tried to leave in the first place but even that hadn't gone to plan. Why couldn't she do anything right? Although her face stayed blank, her mind was screaming in anger and pain- she wanted to die! She wanted to just leave the world so everyone could just move on away from her and her mistakes. Once she was gone everyone would be so much happier!

The inners wouldn't need to feel the need to 'protect' her and the outers wouldn't need to stay in Japan- they could all move on away from her and live like normal people, have normal lives away from everything she represented.

Moving her right arm, she lightly ran her fingers over the bandages. She was not sure how long she had been here but surely the wounds would have healed by now? Surprised at how tiring just holding her arm up was she allowed the appendages to drop back down to the bed with two soft thumps as they hit the crisp sheets. She figured the only reason they were bandaged was to hide the scars that had been left- no doubt trying to make it seem like they weren't there. She mentally snorted. She knew perfectly well that the marks were there and she knew that her parents had probably been the reason for the cover up, as if they thought she wouldn't notice!

She loved her parents, she really did and she loved her little brother, but she knew that they would try to deny that this had happened, try to move on from it just like the last time she had been here when she had tried to stop herself eating. They had brought her here to talk to one of the doctors and whilst the woman had been patient and kind, Usagi had really disliked the woman. How could she claim to understand? She knew nothing about Usagi! She knew nothing about her past, her present or even the future she was supposed to have had! No one had known! No one but those who had made her like… like….this!

Oh she knew the outers had had nothing to do with this betrayal. She knew that they had known nothing about their plans to kick her out, to try and take her life source away from her- for without the crystal she would die…actually….that was an idea, she stored that away for later- and she knew she couldn't blame them for how this had turned out, but she couldn't help but be angry at them. She wanted to be angry at them, wanted to scream and cry and accuse them of not caring, of not being able to know that this would happen even though she knew full well that Setsuna couldn't possibly see every single outcome of her life, at least, not without breaking every rule Usagi knew had been in place ever since time had even began.

Her self abusive train of thoughts were broken as the door was opened once again, this time admitting a man with slightly greying hair. She knew this man having met him once before. She said nothing as she trained her blank gaze on him. He didn't flinch like the woman had; instead he smiled at her kindly and moved to her side, clipboard in hand.

"Ah Usagi, it's been a while since we last really saw each other hasn't it?" She didn't frown but she couldn't help but wonder how long she had been asleep for. He soon answered her unspoken question. "You've been asleep for three months you know?" He was trying to make conversation but knew it was pointless- Usagi was never one to talk unless she felt the real need for it.

Dr Johnson was British but he had lived in Japan for most of his life, and had even married into a Japanese family- although Usagi knew for a fact that he was a bisexual as he had told her in one of their little meetings. Usagi liked the doctor- he was kind and he never tried to push her into talking unless she didn't want to, which to be honest was very rare these days. He had been the one to bring up the idea of a councillor and although she had agreed at first it had soon became apparent that the woman couldn't help the girl.

He sighed as he looked down into those blank blue eyes and shook his head slightly. Eighteen years old and she had already given up on life. Sometimes he wondered about why she was like this, and had even tried breaching the subject with her but it had always ended up with the same reaction- she had simply just stopped talking, withdrawing into herself as if it would help her to pretend there was nothing out there that could help her anymore. If he didn't know any better he would say that she was simply scared of being alive, as if the thought that anyone could truly and utterly want her to live was unbearable.

Usagi had long given up hope that anyone really wanted her around. Oh sure, her family loved her but they would want her to leave eventually- her parents wouldn't want her to stay at home forever and she was hardly going to impose on them for the rest of her life. The inners had made it perfectly clear that the only reason they had tolerated her was because she had been the only one who could bring down the enemy and after Chaos they had simply turned around and demanded she give up her birthright, to leave them and never come back. Mamoru had lied to her. He had been the real cause of all this. Sure she couldn't handle her 'friends' turning on her, but he had been the one to truly break her. She had thought that he really loved her but he simply told her he had stayed with her in order to help her get stronger, to protect a past that should have stayed where it was- in the past. He had turned around and told her that he had been seeing a girl in America, that he was expecting his first child. Usagi wanted so much to hate her but she couldn't bring herself to do so. What right had she got to hate someone who had made him happy? She didn't and so she had simply started to hate herself.

Dr Johnson finished his check up and pulled back from the bed, "Your family is here, I'll go and tell them they can see you but only for a while," He understood how much she didn't want to see anyone right now. The fact she had caused them so much pain for the last few months was obvious- even if she refused to show it so obviously. She allowed herself to give him only the smallest of smiles before she blanked herself off again. "I'll check up on you again after and then perhaps some rest? Tomorrow we can start on getting your strength back up- I'm sure you don't want to stay here any longer than you need to." With another smile, he turned and left the room, leaving the girl in her thoughts once again.

Usagi cursed herself mentally. She had so hoped she would die this time! If she had died her family would have grieved for her and then they would have moved on eventually, instead she had left them in hell for three months! She had caused them so much worry and grief and the guilt was killing her. She had never wanted to put them through this! She clenched her teeth together in a successful attempt to stop the tears from falling. She wouldn't allow herself to cry- and especially not when her parents were about to walk into the room.

Once again the door opened, but this time there was no cautious nurse or concerned doctor- this time it was an emotional mother, father and brother who all but ran to her bed, crowding her and enclosing her.

"Oh Usagi!" Her mother was all but gripping her left hand in a tight and sweaty grip as if she were terrified of letting go, "Why didn't you try and let us help?" She sobbed as she brought the hand to her face.

At least the two males were handling it better, although her daddy was obviously trying hard to keep the tears at bay, trying hard to be strong for his family. Shingo was just the same, although he couldn't stop the tear from rolling down his cheek.

Her brother had been terrified the day it had happened. He had been at school and in class when he had been called out by one of the secretaries. He had soon been led to where his father was sitting in the car and they had left the school with no words said. He hadn't known what had happened until they had arrived and he had seen his mother's clothes bloodied and rumpled, her cheeks streaked with tears. He had at first thought she had been the one to be in trouble but the sensible part of his brain had told him that if she had been hurt she would hardly be sitting in the waiting room like this. And then he had found out. Dr Johnson had come up to them and had calmly explained that his sister was away from danger but it had been touch and go. Shingo had simply sat and stared at the man as if he had told them that his sister was some alien from the moon or something. Before he hadn't known what was wrong but suddenly he was being told that she had tried to kill herself? What on earth had happened to her?

It had been at that moment that the other girls had arrived. Apparently his mother had called Setsuna- it being the first name she really recognised in her hysterical state- after calling the ambulance. His mother had told the woman and she had passed on the message to the other three who lived with her, before calling up Umino and Naru- the only two who had stayed with Usagi since forever.

It had been a tense few weeks at first but eventually they had been reassured that the girl would wake up- but no one knew that it would be as long as this. Of course her family had come every day after school and work, and her friends had come whenever they had been able to. Shingo knew that the girls had had to turn down so much work these last few months and he only hoped his sister would understand that and realise just how much she was loved.

He wanted her back. He wanted the sister who had bugged him, but cared for him back. He missed her so much and he had to choke back the tears. He was startled when she shakily raised an arm so she could wipe the tears from his face before her eyes slowly drifted closed.

Ikuko was beside herself as she clutched at the hand in her own. When she had found Usagi in her bedroom, her wrists slashed to ribbons she had simply turned off and began to move as if she were being directed by someone. She had called and ambulance and had followed the instructions given to her by the operator before she had rang off. It had been when she had been listening to the ring tone waiting for her husband's work to answer that she had come crashing back down to reality. It had taken a good few moments for the women to understand what Ikuko had wanted and it had been Kenji who was horrified to hear his hysterical wife on the phone. He had rung off with the promise of meeting her at the hospital.

It had felt like an age before the ambulance had arrived and she had simply grabbed whatever was handy- house keys, mobile phone and some money just in case- before she was helped into the back of the vehicle.

As Usagi had been rushed into A & E, she realised she had picked up her daughters phone and not her own. As if she had been prodded to, she had slowly started to scroll through the phone menu trying to find a name her hazy mind recognised. Having done so she had talked to the woman her daughter had once seemed so close to before she rang off- just in time for her son and husband to join her.

As they were told the news, she had sagged in relief- her daughter was safe, she was fine and she would live. Ikuko had never been told anything so wonderful in all of her long years. Of course, when Usagi didn't wake up, that fear had settled back into her heart and over the weeks she slowly began to get obsessive. She made sure Usagi's room was left as it had been- of course she had cleaned the blood away- she had wanted to make it so it hadn't happened. They all knew that the bandages on the girl's arms were for the mother's benefit- to keep her denial in check.

Now her baby was awake and everything could go back to how it had been. She would make sure that Usagi would get better. She would make sure that nothing ever happened to her again, even if that meant she had to lock her away from the world to protect her.

No one was going to hurt her precious child ever again.

Kenji had been as distressed as his family, but he had always been the one to keep a cool head in any situation and so this had been no different. As soon as he had made sure his wife was as fine as possible in the circumstance he had taken leave from work and had collected his son from school. He had been the one to keep everything in check these last few months, making sure the household continued to function and making sure his daughter got the best care possibly available.

Kenji was worried about his wife. She had simply fallen into denial not wanting to think that their once seemingly perfect daughter (apart from a few flaws like being late and grades anyway) had done this to herself. Kenji didn't understand why she had wanted to die but he blamed himself for not recognising the signs- she had shown them that there was something wrong hadn't she? She had come here before with her eating disorder, she had cut herself from the world and had locked herself away in her room for days at a time, coming down for food whenever she knew there was no one around to talk to her. He was worried Ikuko would try and lock their little girl away from the world, to try and make her safe when in reality he knew that it would only make things work.

As Usagi had drifted off to sleep, he had pried his wife away and had ushered his family out, giving a nod to the doctor as he went back into the room to check up on his patient. Dr Johnson was a good man, and Kenji knew he would do everything he could for his daughter and he was grateful for it. He wanted his little bunny back and he would pay through the nose if he had to, but first, he knew his little girl needed people around her again- he knew she needed to know she was loved ever so much and she couldn't just have her family do that.

So, leaving his wife and son for a brief moment, he made his way to the pay phone and put the correct change in before dialling the number he had gotten to know so well.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end sounded strained, and he knew that feeling so well these days. Sleep was not something that had come easily the last three months.

"Miss Meiou?" He didn't need to ask really, he knew her voice quite well these days, just as she knew his without really needing to think on it. He also knew that the woman was another person who had been beating herself up over his daughter- everyone was blaming themselves for what had happened, and not a single one of them blamed her for it.

"Yes?" Setsuna knew who he was, "Tsukino-san?" She allowed the tiniest sliver of hope to come into her voice.

"She woke up," He could practically see the look of shock and hope on her face, "Dr Johnson says you can see her tomorrow since she's resting." That and visiting hours had finished and it was starting to get dark now.

"We'll come tomorrow," She breathed down the phone, "Good night Tsukino-san…and…thank you for letting me know."

The phone went dead and he hung up shaking his head slightly. He had the strangest feeling that woman had already known something had happened but hadn't allowed herself to really hope for it. He also had the feeling that she cared for his daughter more than she let on, and, although he wasn't particularly happy about it he figured it was better than his little girl dating some boy. Moving back to his family he ushered them out of the building and took them home- they all needed a good nights sleep and tomorrow they could come and find out when she could come home where she belonged.

Setsuna stared at the phone in silence for a few seconds before she turned on her heel and all but ran to the sitting room where the others were. They looked up at her and it was Michiru who broke the silence, "Who was it?"

Taking a breath, Setsuna allowed a smile to pass over her lips, "Tsukino-san," She said softly as she looked at them. She watched as Hotaru's head snapped up completely to look in her eyes, hope shining in the purple orbs. "She woke up." She breathed.

Silence.

With a cry of happiness, Hotaru launched herself at the older woman and wrapped her arms around her- fighting the urge to blush at the same time- and hugged her tightly.

"She's awake!" It broke the silence and soon there were four women happily hugging and crying- although they would deny it utterly later if asked. Finally they could help the girl who had brought so much happiness in their lives.

Usagi would be loved, no matter what the cost and they would make sure she got better as long as they had breath in their bodies.

End

Wow, that's the longest chapter I've ever written I think, and the most emotional as well- as least as far as I am concerned. Please review if you read this, I would love to hear feedback about my writing and I really do welcome any constructive criticisms.