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Chapter 6: On Melancholy Hill
It had been weeks...or months...or years...
Ok, it obviously wasn't that long, but thats what it felt like. It had at least been a week or two.
Probably...
I sat down on the bed as I continued to stare at the mystery girl. I wish I could remember who she was. Why don't I remember her? Let's see. Small build, thin, pale, short bluish hair...and an Onii-mask? What? That wouldn't help at all.
Who the hell is she?
"Hey...erm...do you know how long it's been since we've been on this boat?" I knew, but I just needed to hear her voice again. It had been a few weeks now, since I had been thrown on my own boat by a stranger who claimed to be my friend. She spoke Japanese. That's all I knew. Either the answer is right under my nose, or I've encountered a lost mental patient.
The girl didn't respond. I heard loud footsteps come bounding down the hallway, and some guy barged into the room without permission.
"Madame! The ship is under attack from pirates! I've been sent to escort you to the life boats." He said, pointing with his whole hand down the hall. The girl barely acknowledged him. She rose from her couch, walked gingerly over to the end table on the side of the room and held a briefcase in her hands. She opened it to reveal a gun, a type of shotgun, to be more specific. She filled it with ammunition and grabed my arm and led me down the hallway as we, or rather, she(while roughly dragging me) pushed past the young man.
"H-hey...uh...wh-what are we doing? What's goin' on?" I asked nervously, and a small hint of an angry tone escaped me. I cringed. I didn't want her to know that the way she had been touching me was rather too forceful, and that I really disliked it. I didn't want her to know, because she had been showing that she had cared in the best way she probably could. I didn't want her to know, because thats the way it needed to be.
Fortunately, she ignored it somewhat, and her grip on my arm actually tightened. Until we got out onto the deck.
There were pirate jets soaring above, shooting at the ship. She released me and ran ahead, pointing quickly with her hand for me to go over to the lifeboats. I slowly shuffled over to the edge of the boat while keeping my eye on her. She began using her weapon, and within minutes, I saw the planes fly downwards into the water. I winced at all the blood. I drifted off into space. I felt the girl grab me and pull me into the water. I still wasn't paying attention. I didn't even gasp for air as we soon reached the surface of the water again and she pulled me into a yellow lifeboat. I saw a small guitar. I didn't even bother to wonder where it came from. After a moment of losing myself in thought, my eyes widened. That word...the meaning of that word...the description of that single horrid word...
Blood...
The blood...
So much blood...
I remembered that night...so long ago...that night...
The man who touched me...who attacked me...terrified me...
Raped me...
Allister, who after the event, I believed to be mentally troubled. And I had been too blind to see it until that night.
All that blood...that was my blood...
He raped me, and I screamed and screamed and screamed even though I knewthat nobody would hear me.
But my friends did. My friends...those wonderful friends I had...
Russell...
His large form...his large smile...his large heart...his hands tried to strangle Allister multiple times, but he was restrained by the police.
Stuart...
The shy boy inside of him dissapeared when he saw me, and he held me close as I cried.
Murdoc...
He...well...I'm not even going to go into that right now...I can't be bothered to think of him...
And then...
Oh my God...
Noodle...
Oh my God...Noodle...my best friend out of them all...she saved me...held me...cried with me...she shared my pain...my tears...our souls were bound together by friendship and trust and love...I remember her as if I had just seen her...her violet/blue-ish hair...
Wait a minute...
Her emerald green eyes...and her thin lips that always curved into the most beautiful smile...even when she frowned, it looked stunning...
Hold on...
Her skinny little body...pale as the snow...no matter how much time she spent in the sun...she would be pale, as always...and no matter how much she ate...she was always skinny...
Could it be...
And she always talked about Onii masks that she had from Japan, and guitar, and Stuart...and...
Wait...
Onii masks...
Those masks...
The mask...
I looked over, finally realizing everything that had just occured, and saw my new friend, tuning her slightly wet guitar. We were floating, somewhat fast, actually, for the winds were strong this evening.
I examined her once more. Skinny...just like her. Pale...just like her...And her hair...shorter than hers...but there were some hints of violet in her hair. Her red lips...showing no form of happiness or anger at the moment. But the mask.
The mask.
Thats her mask.
"Noodle...?" I must have said it aloud, even though I intened to say it in my head, because her head snapped up towards me, and for the first time, her mouth opened, alarmingly wide. Then I realized her jaw dropped, and I could sense that her eyes were wide, staring at me with shock.
"U-um..." I said, not knowing what to say at all at this point. She continued to stare at me, and I stared back.
What the hell have I done?
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-Noodle12