WestSide Story From Hell

Chapter 12

Opening the door and slamming it shut, I leaned my back against the wooden door. I locked the door, I thought to myself. I know I did! I locked the door to the library, and I had to unlock it to get back in. Why was my book there? Was someone just trying to scare me?

I scanned the bathroom, making sure there weren't any notes on mirrors like in the movies. Slowly sliding my hand down around the knob, I clicked the button and locked the bathroom door. Setting my clothes on the counter, I took my own little time walking over to the bathtub before closing my eyes and throwing the curtain back.

Holding my breath, I opened my eyes. I heaved out a sigh, holing my hand over my heart. A nice long hot shower would do me wonders. Walking back in front of my mirror, I started shedding off my clothes. Taking a glance at the mirror, I looked at myself. There was only one. Tiny, but there none-the-less. Bringing my hand to my neck, I traced the light scar I woke up with at the hospital. It was just a pale white straight line across my neck. Not many people actually noticed it, I even forgot about it until earlier today.

That…that thing I had earlier, that poem, whatever it was. What was it? I asked myself, shaking my head and double checking the lock on the door.

Getting into the shower, I turned the knob on full blast, jumping a little bit by the sudden rush of cold water but slowly relaxing as the water turned warm. Letting my head hang, I watched my hair fall over my face and start clumping together. Running my fingers through my wet hair, I watched as it separated in parts, still clumped together.

Easily amused, I turned around and flipped my hair around so it wasn't in my face anymore. What would happen tomorrow? I asked myself. Would I been shunned by them? By Rukia and the others?

Stopping my thoughts about tomorrow, I thought about now. Did Rukia take care of her arm? How was Ichigo doing? I whacked my hand against the shower wall welcoming the pain that came from my bones hitting the tile wall. They were hurt, by themselves, cornered by The Espada and I was here worrying about what they think. What kind of friend was I?

What kind of friend wished suffering upon another? Left them when they were in need? Practically backstabbed them...No…it wasn't that. I turned around, faced my friends and stabbed them; staring right at them and felt nothing. I was sick.

Turning around, wiping my face as the water sprayed me, I glared at the knob that controlled the temperature. Reaching over to the knob, I turned it to hot, burning hot. If they were in pain now, I'll be in pain with them too.

I had gotten out of the shower a few minutes after that. My now red skin stung and ached. Grabbing my clothes, I tried to slip into them. Already having my pants on, my shirt was a little more painful. Raising my arms made my skin stretch and even the cotton of my shirt touching me made me aware of how much harm I had done to myself.

From my pale flushed cheeks, to the red skin of my arms, legs, and back; I didn't look too good. Of course, I didn't expect to look alright when I came out. Picking up my dirty clothes and throwing them in the hamper, I unlocked my bathroom door.

Looking over to where the book was before I hid in the bathroom, I stood there stunned. Walking into the living room, I stared at the coffee table where the book was supposed to be at. It was gone, like it was never there.

I could've imagined the whole thing, and was just being paranoid, or someone came into my house while I was in the shower and removed it. Why would they do that? I'm not quite sure.

Wandering around the room, I stopped in front of my phone. I could call Rukia and see if she got home alright. Then again, if she was really hurt about me choosing to help them instead of her, the wound would still be fresh and me calling would just be a slap in the face.

Sighing, I turned around and started walking to my room. The home was quiet in the night, and everything echoed, and my feet made creaking noises with every step I took. Glancing at the front door, I went over to make sure it was locked. Walking over to the door, I locked the door knob, the lock above it, and the chain that was probably no use considering I never had to use it before.

I had to be careful now, at least for the next few nights, since these random disappearing acts of my book and the person that stood outside the library earlier. Laying my head on the door with my eyes closed, I listened to the sounds of the night.

I was in that house again. The one with white walls and shadowy people. Why was I here? What was this place? I asked myself.

Looking around me, I realized that the shadowy people weren't here yet. Nobody was here yet. This was…like a dream, and weren't people in charge of their dreams? Instead of just sitting there in the corner, I tried to stand up. The first few tries were in vain, but I finally I stood on my own two feet. Walking over to the stair case was torture, my feet felt like lead and every move I made felt twenty times slower; like gravity was trying to pull me into the ground and hold me there.

Grabbing onto the railing, I pulled myself up every step until I got to the top of the stair case. Huffing and puffing, I bent over on my knees and tried to calm my breathing. The higher up I went, the harder it was to breathe. Taking a new look at my surroundings, I spot a bedroom a few steps away from me to my right.

Using the wall as my support, I make my way to the room, pushing the door open, and staring quizzically on how familiar the room was. A bed laid in the middle with baby blue sheets, and on the dresser was two hairpins that looked ridiculously like mine. But that was not what drew my attention. What drew my attention was the wall of pictures across from me. Dragging my feet across the room, I raised my hand and touched one of the pictures. Pictures of me were scattered around the room, ones with Rukia and the others, some from past birthdays, even the annual pictures we took every first day of school. Was this my room? I asked myself, turning my head and looking around me.

For a moment when I looked around, I blacked out. Next thing I knew, I was being pulled back into the corner I started out in. Trying to push myself off the ground to get back up, I felt my hands being pulled to the wall and pinned over my head. With my hands now restrained, the thought of ever getting up vanquished. Looking up, I accidentally banged my head on the wall.

The air in front of me shimmered and soon hands were holding my wrists to the wall, the purple eyed man crouched in front of me with a smile.

"So beautiful." He whispered, completely memorized. Rearranging his left hand to hold both of my wrists to the wall, he stretched his right hand towards my face.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screeched not liking the way his eyes made me feel. His eyes widen and his grin slid off his face; a flare in his eyes sparked and he raised his hand to slap me. I watched as if we were in slow motion as his hand was coming down to strike me.

"Orihime! Open up!" Someone shouted through the door as I took a step back to and tried to grab a hold of reality. Still a little freaked out by what just flashed before my eyes, I unlocked my door and stared.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice very timid. Ulquiorra stood before me, staring me down.

"Are you ok?" He asked, not moving to come into my home. Letting out a laughing breath, I cross my arms over my chest.

"I feel like I'm in a little story book. My supposed enemy knows the truth and yet I know nothing. Right after the incident, he comes up to my door to make sure I'm alright and –wait. How did you get into the library? I locked the door." I asked him pointedly as I caved my shoulders in.

"You're in a town where most of us have some kind of skill. Most of us will sometime in their prime, learn how to pick a lock." He said scrunching up his eyebrows together.

"That…makes sense." I mumbled, with the scenes of what happened a little over an hour ago, flashing through my mind. We stand the silence of my doorway little while longer.

"I'm going away." He says breaking the silence, "Just for a few days though. I need…I need to check on something." He finishes, avoiding eye contact. My mouth goes dry instantly, and I stand there shifting from left to right.

"Am…am I allowed to ask why?" I asked him, trying to make eye contact.

"No…not now." He said, clenching his fists and grinding his teeth. "I've…I've got to go. See you soon." He spoke with such hatred, practically spitting out the last sentence like he was being force to put a spoonful of cinnamon in his mouth.

Did I do something wrong?

My instincts took over. He turned his back to me, and my mind went on overdrive. Soon, didn't sound too soon. Before either of us could react, I reached my hand out and gripped onto the back of his shirt.

We stood like that for a second, frozen. With my brain working on overload, I became a babbling idiot.

"Your bruise, the bruise on your cheek, it's, uh, gone!" I said, mashing my words together.

"What?" He asked, glancing behind his shoulder giving me a cold stare.

"I-I'm sorry." I stutter, having an odd sensation of betrayal course through me. What was wrong with me?

"Hey…don't worry. I'm fine; I just need to check something." He said softly, turning around to face me. I stared up at him, looking into his furious yet guilty looking face. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pressed his forehead against mine.

"Just be careful, okay?" He asked, breathlessly. I nodded, closing my eyes and letting his scent smother me. "Promise?" He asked, tilting my head up and bending his knees.

"Promise." I whispered, with my eyes half closed. His forehead left mine and his hair tickled me as he trailed his lips down to my jaw. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, turned his head to bury his head on the other side of my neck, and started coming back up to my jaw.

Every spot he touched felt like he was burning my skin. He sent tremors down to my toes, and made the butterflies in my stomach fly into my rib cage. My heart felt like it was bursting out of my chest. He rested his forehead back on mine, and if I just moved a little bit towards him, our lips would meet.

I raised my hands, letting my fingers trail up his chest. I sighed and smiled as I felt his body tremble. I slid my hand behind his back midway into my adventure of his chest, looking at him under my eyelashes.

Still on my forehead, he removed his hands from my shoulders to grab mine in his hands. Squeezing my hands a little bit, he moved down to whisper in my ear.

"I'm not going to kiss you yet, Orihime. Not yet, but I will." He said, raising his voice at the end as he took a step back and full on smiled at me.

"You'll just have to wait for me to get back." He said, before raising my hand to his lips and kissing it.

As I watched him walk out the door, I could care less about him not kissing me just now. I was too entranced on my extremely warm hand, and how hot my face felt.

This chapter...is a little rough? -Only had 2 out of 5 people edit it. Possibly displeasing, but the end is quite nice

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Strawberry-ChappyForever : Yeah...Rukia's spontaneous bleeding arm was rather...out there.

StarKiss666 : Haha :) I like how you spelled his name, it makes it all...hipster like? Yeah, she may have been over the top. And Orihime's one of those people who tries to understand people before herself, so she obviously won't see it that way. :D

splitheart1120 : Hehehehehe :) That IS the question now, isn't it?

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