WestSide Story From Hell
Chapter 8
As soon as my head hit the arm of the couch, I was out cold. I was having one of those dreams again; the cold-hearted ruthless dreams again.
The setting was simple: a house, filled with plain white walls that had a cold feeling to it, a unwanted feeling. I'd always be the watcher in a play; the only audience. I would sit in the corner, and wait. I would watch how every time I blink, a body would appear before me. One would be sprawled across the stairs, in a position in which one would guess to be climbing up in fear. Another would appear behind it, with arms stretched outward in a protective stance. Then finally one more would appear, next to the front door shoved against the wall. Their story was laid out in front of me. Husband and wife killed on the stairs, and probably their son, or someone close to them, tried to save them only to be shoved against the wall and killed. Their bodies were pure black, no face, no color.
When the color would start to show, you could make out the bright orange hair of the lady and the light brown hair of the two other males. Before you could make out their faces, the door would slam open. Two men would appear before me. One with long white hair and another wearing pink having his brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. That's when the feeling took over.
Every time in this dream, I would feel empty and numb. My eyes would be sore, my limbs would feel heavy like lead, my hands would be covered in blood and I would be shaking. When the two men opened the door, my head would begin to pound and I would hear myself sob. The pain would hit me like thousands of needles, each one stabbing me, going deeper and harsher than the blow before. Hitting me again every time I would let my tears fall. I would hear them curse and come towards me. The white hair one would gently brush his fingers against my skin, checking for bruises. While his hands felt warm, I could feel my core become cold.
And before the scene would change, they would whisper "I'm so sorry, we didn't make it in time."
Then the man wearing pink would place his fingers against my temples and everything would darken.
The next part of the dream was always the kindest. The calmness before the storm, they say. It was held in 8th grade, during lunch time. It would be just me and Rukia, sitting under the tree waiting as the rest of them were getting their lunch. At first, we'd be laughing, and then she'd really look at me. She'd smile and say I was a lot like my brother; then she would gasp because she would have forgotten that I didn't remember anything of my family. I remember asking her to keep going, to tell me more about him. For a short time, she'd be reluctant, but like always, she caved.
She'd tell me how protective he was of me. How every time she saw him, he'd have that kind, brotherly look in his eyes that her older brother didn't. She'd tell me how she used to envy that, and how my brother showed her that her brother did care for her as much as he did for me. She would get that glazed over look, and you could tell how broken she felt talking about my brother. I asked what he looked like and she told me. I told her that I wish I could remember him and she would respond saying "If you were to remember, you would remember everything and no one wants that."
I remember how when I got home, I had started to cry. I cried not because I couldn't remember him, but because everyone else did and the pain that came with it. I cried because I couldn't cry with them.
And then the scene would change again.
It was pitch black and I had my arms around my knees, pulling them closer. Chills would come over me and I'd shiver. I'd shiver at how a man with purple eyes would smile at me. How he'd say, "I couldn't wait for you to come home." How his hands would snake around my neck and squeeze. How he'd say, that I was beautiful when I was blue. How he showed me a piece of glass and talk of ways that could hurt me. How he would warn me that he'd be here, from now to forever.
I woke startling not only myself, but also the man in front of me. He had apart of my hair in his hand and his green eyes glowed in the dark lit room. I was sweating and breathing a little louder than usually. His eyes bore into mine, never wavering unlike mine. Every time I blinked, I would see purple. After the recurring dream I just had, I didn't want to be touched so I tried to cower away from him.
"What bothers you?" Ulquiorra asked, breaking the silence the room had held. My mind was disconnected. No matter how much I wanted to be here, I couldn't find my way back to the present. What did this dream mean? Who were these people?
"Why?" I choked out; I don't want to be in your presence, I thought to myself. He wrapped my hair around his hand and brought it closer to his face. He closed his eyes and breathed in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, I gasped. The once solid green pools were weeping. He wasn't crying; no, far from it, but his eyes looked in such pain. He was not showing me the man he said he was; he was showing me the boy who dressed in men's clothing.
"Because you're not just my assignment," He spoke gently, trying to persuade me to believe him. "I'm here not just to watch you; I'm here to take care of you," He kept quiet for a little while before starting again. "You were tired this morning, I'll take it. But tell me, what bothers you?" He said exasperated.
I kept quiet. What would I say? A man with purple eyes that haunted my dreams? He raised his hand and brushed his thumb in circles against my cheek. His action made tears spring to my eyes. I took his hand in my hands and wrapped my fingers around his four fingers. I brought his hand close to my eyes feeling hot tears streaming down my face. I brought my knees closer to me, crying even harder because he was seeing me cry.
"What's bothering you?" He asked again.
"Everything," I breathed out with a hiccup. "Everything with a heartbeat and everything that doesn't beat."
"Why?" He asked.
"Everything with a beat haunts me and everything without, watches. I can't handle this anymore, Ulquiorra. I really can't." Pulling his hand a little more, I moved it in front of both of my eyes.
"Then don't. If you don't mind, and before you ask, I feel fine. But I'll curl up and die with you." He said with a smile. Sniffling, I let a smile shine through as well.
"What is up with you and copying my obsessions? Really? Relient K?" I choke out, still trying to keep my smile intact.
"I may not be able to read your mind, but your eyes are my book. If you can't hold a smile, don't give me a smile in pain," The smile dropped and fresh new tears threatened to fall. "If you can't handle it anymore, then don't. Forget it, Orihime. Let it go." I bit my lip.
"I have too much to lose if I let go." I said letting go of his hand and cowering into the back of the couch.
"Like what?" He asked, placing his hands on either side of my face.
"You wouldn't understand." I whimpered.
"Then make me understand."
"I can't!" I whined sobbing.
"Fight for what you believe is right. Make me understand." He persisted.
"I'm a coward, not a fighter. That's all I'll ever be." I said, opening my eyes and staring at him. We sat there, staring at each other before he spoke.
"I don't believe that." He whispered to me, before placing his mouth against my forehead and leaving.
As soon as the door closed, more tears fell. I was a pathetic coward.
The next morning, I woke up tired from the night before. My insides were buzzing, with vicious ninja butterflies in the pit of my stomach. Today was Saturday, I noted. I sat there on my couch for a while, staring as sunlight shone though my windows, showing little pieces of lint in the air. I watched as they danced in the sunlight, slowing moving away.
I heard a knock on my door in a rapid firing notion. Whoever they were, opened the door and walked towards me.
"Hey!" Nel said, as she popped in my line of vision. Her eyes widen as she took in my appearance. "Rough night?" She asked. Sighing, I threw my head back. "How about we go shopping or something? We both know you need more pots and pans since your old ones mysteriously exploded." I smiled at the memory; the meal just wouldn't cook for me. So I tried a more explosive method of cooking.
"Ok." I said, nodding my head to her. I went to the bathroom with some clothes to change into. I stared at the shower contemplating on whether or not I should bathe now or later. I decided on the latter, I changed. I gripped the counter angrily. Did it have to be today of all days? I asked myself while staring at myself in the mirror. Blowing a piece of hair out of my face, I yelled at the mirror.
"HOLY MOTHER OF HERSHEY CHOCOLATE! CHRISTOFERSON XAVIER GEORGE JUST HAD TO COME TODAY!" I roared. Pointing out what I already knew. But you know, it felt much better to say things aloud. Folding my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow as the door opened a little bit, and Nel's head popped out. Smirking at me through the mirror, she spoke.
"Your period, I'm guessing?" Obviously giggling at the name I called it.
"What?" I huffed, crossing my arms. "Old habits die hard."
Stupid infections -.-
I was sick all last week so I couldn't come downstairs and touch the laptop AT ALL -.- Meh...thankfully I already had chapter 11 written out before I became useless xD
At least I feel better ^^ With the occasional, run to the bathroom and blow your nose only to find out it's a bloody nose...yet again :D
Thank you who have stuck with me through this long week of nothing -_-
Thank you for favoriting/alerting/and reviewing my story too! It really means alot to me :]
ShikallllTema : Haha, actually there's a funny story on how this story got it's name :D I've thought about the ending, and I've changed it alot since I started writing this. Whether or not you'll end up liking it, I'm not for sure. But there will probably be a few more changes as it goes on.
ULQUIHIME MUST LIVE FOREVER. I MUST BE ABLE TO SHOW MY CHILDREN AND THEIR CHILDREN ABOUT THE GLORY OF THIS LIFE.
Well, I'm glad you'll keep reading, and I'll try not to, but you never know :3
ladycifer : I think the fact that you reviewed twice on one chapter made me die a little inside with happiness. I hope your final went over well :]
I'm glad I made you laugh :D I think Aizen is going to their ring-leader...yes...that could work just right :D
splitheart1120 : Yes, that is indeed Ulquiorra there at the end. I'm sorry if I'm slightly or more than slightly confusing. I apparently write the way I talk...and that's not a good thing :D
fallenangel320 : Oh yes, the infection is totally a writer's block -_- Although you did have a good laugh when you came to school and realized I had no voice :D AND THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME CORRECT THE GRAMMAR ATOMIC BOMB I CALL A STORY. But you know, you'd have nothing to do in your spare time if I wasn't here ;)
the pink stripes : Thank you! :D
And that my friends is the end of this chapter, and I think you'll really like the upcoming chapters ;D