(A/N) Hey everyone. Maacha here. Sorry for taking so long to put out another chapter. Once more, its short, but things will be picking up soon. Promise.

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I had grown tall in the past few years, I was just reaching 5'7. The doctor looked over the scale again recording my weight. I was still only 123 pounds. She wrote on her clipboard as I hopped off the scale and took my seat in the chair in the corner of the room. I was going to be fourteen tomorrow, and I was really not looking foreword to it. That was the day Ichigo would return. At least that's what I wished for. And yet, I didn't want to be disappointed, so I didn't let myself hope for it too much. I could tell I was excited, and the doctor must have caught on too.

"Mei."The lady looked up trough her glasses and I let my short blond hair form a curtain around my face. My eyes cast to the floor as if I was prepared to get yelled at. "Mei, is something happening today."

I ignored the question. "Mei, are you excited for your new school year?"

Again I was silent. The pause lasted for a little longer, I didn't move. "Mei, have you made any friends this summer?"

Nothing. Just a pause where she sighed impatiently. This was the normal routine between me and my psychiatrist.

"How's Niu.?" She was tapping her pencil against her clipboard. "Mei, you have to say something."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Mei, you've been silent for five years. Come on now."

I cast my bright blue eyes up to glare at her. Who was she to tell me what I could and could not do. It was at this moment that the buzzer went off and I jumped from my seat eagerly. I rushed out of the room ignoring her calls for me to come back. I found myself half running towards the actual hospital which was only a few buildings over from where I had been visiting. The receptionist knew me and just quickly scribbled my name on the pad as I charged into the back. My feet knew the familiar path trough the halls. She hadn't changed rooms since she was admitted.

"Niu."I paused at the door, cetching my breath. I was on the verge of tears. "Niu, how could you?"

I stumbled my way to her bed before falling to my knees. I grabbed her hand in mine. "Niu, how could you leave me?"

The tears where flowing freely at this point. My voice was shaky and my hands trembled as my fingers held tight to my sisters cold stiff ones.

"Nui, I miss you." I whispered trying to get a hold of myself. I had met Ichigo when I was six and lost her when I was nine. With out a word my mother, my sister, my father, and my best friend had left me. My father often sent money to try to form a new bond with me but I didn't trust any one now-a-day's. I was always keeping to myself frowning in a sea of smiles. My sister was the only one who I ever spoke to.

I live by myself off the money my father sends, while using the rest on my sister Nui's hospital room. Nui had always been there for me, so why would I leave her now. I sighed standing up, my blond hair once more forming its curtain. my bangs swept over my face covering my eyes. I fell backwards into a chair next to my sisters bed.

It would be impossible for me to leave the room tonight. I could feel it in my body. It ached to move, probably from my little fit. Ichigo had helped me when she was here. She was the only one who understood. Understood my situation. Understood my feelings. I shook my head from side to side in a violent motion. I couldn't think about that now. I wouldn't let myself.

"Nui." I whispered once more before closing my eyes. I opened them a little to see the clock on the wall. it was only five in the afternoon and I was already tired. "Ugh."

I closed my eyes again and let my body go limp. My breathing became shallow and before I knew it I was sleeping. Not dreaming. Just sleeping. As if my body was floating in the darkness. The lights had been turned off in the room before I had gone to bed, by who I did not know. It was probably one of the nurses, all I knew now was that I was content. Not peaceful, not upset. Just there. I wished I could stay like this forever. Never bothered by the trivialities of people. People where too complex. I liked simple things. Like this. So my dead like dream state was a welcome feeling.


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