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Prologue
People say kids and money are a dangerous combination. Like fire and gasoline or something of that nature.
But I think that blind devotion, a false sense of self control, and curiosity are worse.
That's what got me here in the first place. It's how I ended up like this, in this situation with these people.
Most of which happen to be kids, with money. Funny how things like that work out.
Realistically, it was alot of things that culminated to this. And what I said, while partially true couldn't come close to summarizing everything.
It was just the main points.
Just to give you an idea.
Of course I didn't mention everything. If I did, I wouldn't have a story to tell you.
And belive me, it's one hell of a story.
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Hm ... does sound interesting. I'm curious what this'll turn out to be ^^
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That is an interesting teaser. Can't wait to see the rest of the story.
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I had been studying hard an entire week. In fact I'm pretty sure everyone was. Well not everybody. There are a few "delinquents".There was a big history test, and remembering all those names and dates were getting to me. It has always been a challenge for me. I can either remember the name but not the accomplishment, the date but not the significance, or sometimes I manage to remember quite a substantial chunk of it.
Then of course I mix and match things. Like my brain says "Hey, I remembered all of those names and dates. Not my fault you can't put them together."
Yes, history can be a problematic subject.
Friday after class, walking through the hall, I was completely relived to be over with it. I strolled, exhausted. I felt somebody slam me from behind and latch onto my arm.
"Ahh," I sighed. "How'd you do?"
"Ace'd it naturally."
"Naturally."
She put her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms on my waist making it rather difficult to continue walking. It felt like I was in danger of falling.
I didn't like it.
"How'd it go?" She asked.
"I don't know. I messed up that part about the Battle of-"
"Enough. No history. History is over. It's friday, I've had enough of history. Just good or bad? All I wanted to know. Test discussion is over."
"I think it went..ahhh, I don't know. I probably did bad."
"You always say that! You probably did really good."
"You say the exact same thing after I say it. Everytime."
"Yeah but I like being right, and when I say that I'm right. So as long as you keep saying that I'll just keep saying that back. Cause I'll be right."
"Anyway, I don't know."
"Well, no use thinking about it now."
She let go of me and swung herself around so she was standing in front of me. I stoped walking and she looked around the hall, leaning up against the wall and looking at me conspiratorially.
"Hey, hey-"
"huh?"
"I heard there's going to be this big party."
Imediately I scrunched up my face causing her to scowl disapprovingly.
"Come on, Eri invited me. Well, us."
"Aichan..." I whined.
"No." She whined back. "Come on you've been studying for that test for ever. Let's just go out tonight. It'll be fun."
"I really don't-"
"Come on. Everybody's gonna be there."
"I don't know."
"You know you know." She said playfully." Come on, it'll be fun. I'm gonna have to twist your arm to get you there but when I do, you know you'll have a good time."
"Aichan" I whined again. Desperate.
"Rissaaa"
She knew all my tricks. Most 'arguments' followed this pattern, whining and saying each others names repeatedly dragging them out making our voices jump. Teenagers.
"Come on, we are kids. We are supposed to go to parties. It is expected of us."
"But-"
"But nothing. You're parents won't even care as long as you are back by eleven thirty. We can even leave early if you are going to be difficult about it."
I continued to look back at her pleading. I could tell I was fighting a losing battle. She smiled and hit me on the arm
"Come on. We need to get you out of the house."
"Okay."
She smiled and shouted.
"Yeaaah!"
Some people stopped and looked over at her but it didn't phase her.
"I'll be over at eight."
She hit me on the arm again and walked away.
I wonder.
I wonder
if I put up a more of a fight
if I said no
if I took her somewhere else
if I stopped her
if things would be different.
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When I format the text, it changes the font. Any tips?
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No tips, I can barely find my way around the internet without crashing my computer, just wanted to say I'm hooked and I look forward to more installments.
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History drives my crazy too :ONfainted:
Why do I feel that this fic is gonna be tragic somehow? I'm a huge huge fan of this already. The prime reason is well, the girls you chose to write on I love. Anything with TakaGaki I read :p And of course the writings great. Please update soon so I can read another great chapter. Make that 2 or even 3 chapters if you can :baa60776:
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YAY!! Ai-chan fic! but she's not the main character is she....... who cares! she's in it!! TakaGaki TakaGaki~ BTW why is Risa so reluctant to go party with Ai?
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This work was influenced by Dir en Grey's album Withering to Death. I came up with the concept while listening and have been finalizing it while listening as well. Title names (after Begin is over)will be named after songs found on the album.
This site contains lyrics
http://www.mldb.org/albums-22355-withering-to-death.html
Here is the album. Purchase it to support the band if you like it and so on and so forth.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/hk0ns6
Idividual responses later.
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Ai showed up at eight, give or take a few minutes, just like she said. She made her entrance like usual, straight through the front door, up the stairs, down the hall, and into my room. Not bothering to knock or announce her arrival at any point in time.
She opened up my door and walked straight in, glancing over at my half dressed self.
"Door-" I began.
"was open."
"It always is, but you could still knock."
She walked over to my bed and threw herself down on it.
"I have my own you know." She announced seeing I had hastily thrown a t-sirt around my chest.
I shrugged.
"Square." She said.
"Wholesome." I retorted.
"Slut."
"Tramp."
"WWWWhore!"
"Skank!"
The phone rang, interrupting our battle. We started each other down for a moment as I paused with my hand on the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hey, mom."
"Nothing. I'm just going out with Aichan. Uh-huh. Yeah."
I glanced at Ai behind me who had her eyes crossed and was rolling her hand in a circular motion signaling me to hurry up. I could barely hold back my laughter.
"Yeah, I know. No I'll be back by eleven thirty. Yeah. Uh-huh."
"Hi mom!" Ai cheerfuly yelled from behind me.
"Eh-" I moved the phone away from my mouth. "She says 'hi."
Ai smiled and hugged one of my pillows, shrugging her shoulders.
"Uh-huh. We will. Yes. Bye mom." The reciever clicked as I set it back down.
"Monkey." I said plainly without turning around.
"Chipmunk." She replied the second I had finished saying it.
I turned around and leaned up against the desk.
"Should I take money?"
"Yeah, a little bit. It's like 1,167 to get in or something."
I nodded and moved over to the bottom drawer of my dresser. I took out a stack of neatly folded bills and put about 3,000 in my pocket. I was the more practical one of the duo and had saved a decent amount from birthdays and holidays over the years.
"What are you gonna wear?" She asked, drawing my attention to the fact I still only had a bra and jeans on.
"Clothes."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. Why, is that not a good choice?"
"Well, I mean, it's a little expected."
"This is true."
"I really think it would have a positive effect on the popularity if you just went like that."
"Again, true, but it is a little chilly out."
"hmm." She smiled and threw the pillow she was holding at me.
By the time we made it to the party it was nine. We walked through the door and looked around the room taking it all in. Music was playing, kids were all about with unmarked cups, it was pretty packed. Figures though, everybody from the school was here.
Aichan started to walk over to the kitchen and I followed. As we moved through the crowd I could pick up on various bits of conversations.
"Screw him and his stupid test!"
"I like you ssooo much."
"It was on half of the damn book!"
"You fail it?"
"Hell yeah!"
"It's so hot in here."
When we finally got into the kitchen Eri came stumbling over to us. She was smiling happily and seemed to be a different person.
"Ai, Risa!"
She opened up her arms and threw herself on Aichan knocking her over a bit. Ai's arms were under Eri's, Eri's head was off to the side by Aichan's stomach. Ai looked over at me, wide-eyed with a smile that was trying to keep the laughter inside. Eri let go and left the kitchen. We watched her go. After she had left Ai looked at me.
"Must be a good party."
We giggled and decided to see what was going on in other parts of the house.
We didn't make it out of the kitchen before one of the boys from the baseball team handed us two cups.
"Hey, Takahashi!"
"Heey." She called back. Thanking him for the cup.
"Niigaki!" He said playfully. Looking me straight in the eye as he handed me one.
"Thanks." I mumbled, noding my head up and down once.
"Never see you at these." He remarked. " Yabe's sure gonna be happy."
Some of the other Baseball players around started laughing.
Aichan elbowed me in the ribs and went "ohhh hooo" in the way kids can do so well.
Yabe was a baseball player in our class. He was cute enough and apparently had a big crush on me. It always made me a little uneasy knowning that it was common knowledge in our grade.
Aichan took a sip from the cup and started walking backwards out of the kitchen. She threw her one hand up in the air.
"Oi, if you see Yabe let'em know she's here!"
"Will do!" One of them yelled as the others started laughing.
"I'm gonna kill you." I mumbled half heartedly.
She took another sip. "Oh come on. Lighten up." She turned back to look at me." He's pretty cute, you know."
"That's not the point. I-"
"shut up and take a drink already will you. We're here to have a good time."
I reluctantly took a sip, and let out a "gaaahh" afterwards.
She gave her trademark smile and laugh, the srunched up nose and nearly closed eyes, and took another drink from her own.
An hour and a half later I was still on my first drink. I didn't want to overdo it. I still had to make it home and get into bed escaping questioning from my parents. Plus it wasn't really my scene. Ai was on her third and the effects were starting to show.
"I'm going to the bathrrom."
"Ok."
She followed me upstairs and stoped in front of one of the doors. Laughter could be heard from inside.
"I'm gonna see what's going on."
I nodded.
I finished up and walked out into the hall. Yabe spotted me and I made small talk for a few minutes, using the excuse of going to find Ai to get away. I walked into the room. The smell in there was something I had never experienced ever before. There were about seven kids all holding what I thought at the time were cigaretes. After a second glance I realized I was wrong. Aichan was leaning up agaisnt Eri and the two of them were laughing hysterical. Some of the other kids, a few who were in my class, were laughing too. One of them was talking about Doremon but I couldn't really follow him.
I coughed a few times and then walked over to Ai. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off of Eri saying "come on."
"Whoa!" she excailmed as she let herself be pulled across the floor. This sent the entire room into another fit of laughter.
I managed to get her up and out and all the way to a McDonalds were I was amazed to see just how much she could eat. She laughed throughout. I had realized that I would need to talk to her tomorrow, so I just sat there, amazed and worried.
The talk didn't go well. She didn't remember much. She told me that we were kids. Justifiying it. That it isn't that bad. I wasn't sure what to do or how to respond. The more she talked the less angry I became. Especially when she pointed out how comical it really all was. Soon I found my self smiling and laughing along with her telling her about how she acted. By the end of that day, the worry was still with me, but I was convinced that it was just natural. It wasn't a big deal, she just did it that once. I felt that way right up until I got a call from Ai saying that Eri had another party for us to go to.
I stood motionless clenching my cellphone.
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She continued like that for two months. We'd go out Friday and Saturday. Every party she'd be doing something heavier. Falling deeper. I went with her every single time trying to stop her every chance I could, but it got harder and harder. It had taken a hold of her.
She started changing completely. There were new friends, Eri being a big one, that were talking to her alot. What shocked me was at every party I could find someone from school that I never expected. Female captain of the basketball team, tennis club, all of them doing things behind closed doors. Seeing them in school you would never expect it. They had it so together. But after that I couldn't look at them the same. I wondered who else was doing these things. But my mind couldn't be filled with that curiosity for long. It was too busy being filled to the brink with Ai.
Her grades started to suffer. She sat behind me in class. After a test you would be instructed to pass them forward. The one day I glanced at her paper. She had left it mostly blank, scribbiling a minor fact down at the top of the page. She would never pass it no matter how charming and well liked she was. You can't pass an essay without having an essay. I turned around and looked at her. She was staring forward, directly at me, but she wasn't really looking. I wondered what she had taken. I turned back and hastily erased her name and my own, switching the two in a very convincing forgery.
That weekend during our now routine and scheduled argument over her behavior, I brought it up. Pointing out that she was now hurting me academically too. She snapped, yelling that she never asked me to do that and I didn't have to. She stormed out and then returned a half hour later, perhaps off of her high with a bit clearer mind, crying and begging me to forgive her.
It was the old Aichan. And I hugged her while she continued crying, forming unintellibible sentneces inbetween sobs.
She kept asking me to help her.
to save her.
to trust her.
again.
To make things like they used to be. Knowing what I know now, I still belive whole heartedly that she was sincere.
She wanted to stop, I know it.
but she didn't.
She wanted to repair, I know it.
We stayed like that for awhile. She had finally calmed down by the time the phone rang.
Eri had another party.
And I had another problem.
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* I figured I might need to put a warning up. This work is going to be dealing with subject matter that some of you may have problems with. Profanity will be used. How much at this point, I can't really say. But I think it would be safe to say the f-word will be making an appearance.(In at least one of the diaglouges I have written it is in there.) I'm not going to tone down my work to make it more acessible or to gain a wider auidence. I refuse to write something that I can't stand behind. If I change it, it would become something I wouldn't be happy with. If you have a problem with it I hope you would be able to put it aside and read it for what it is, but if you can't it is understandable.
Merciless Cult
It started at that house party, but this is were is escalated into something else. I'm convinced if we didn't go life would be different. For me, I would have never met them. The whole group of them. I never would have experienced all those things. And most importantly I wouldn't be siting handcuffed in this alley with Masae and Asami. Aichan...I wonder how it would have been for her if I managed to stop her from going. Maybe she would have cleaned herself up, returned to normal. Then again she might have ended up dead in some club. Who knows, the second one might still be her future. As for mine? I don't know. The future...If I was asked the day of that party what I thought the out come would have been... I could have never imagined this. Imagined what my life has become. What the people in my life are like. I think I am putting the cart ahead of the literary horse. If we are to follow the real timeline of things, I should go back to what I mentioned. The party. Not the house party. The party. The one that changed everything.
Aichan was already into loads of things. There was stuff I'm sure I didn't even know about. Things she even managed to keep hidden from me. Teenage experimentation went out the window after the second party. It was hardcore now. That means money, and lots of it. Ai had pretty much blown whatever she had. Losing her book smarts and gaining street smarts, she sought to eliminate the middle man. She wanted to be connect to someone. Eri understood, she had already done this. Don't ask me how. It blows my mind. How do you even go about finding a drug dealer? How'd you go about getting connected? Where did the dealers get connected? I was disgusted with myself that I was intrigued by the whole business of it.
Anyway, Eri had her connection. And now she was going to get Ai hers.
The party, well it wasn't really a party. We showed up at this club in downtown Tokyo. We got in, which suprised me. Thoroughly. Looking back on it now I remember Eri talking to one of the guys at the door. Clearly he knew what was going on. That's how we got it. Inside it was as noisy as all hell. Trance and hip hop music was blaring the entire time. Lights flashing, bodies all over the place. The club itself was high end. And from what I could make out of the crowd it was obvious they had money. Eri walked on the outskirts of the dance floor and made her way up a set of stairs.
We followed.
If you wonder why I followed,
why I had been
why I didn't up and leave
along time ago
why I stayed with her
why I still am
You'd really just have to go through it yourself.
She continued weaving in and out of bodies until we reached one of the rooms on the second floor. Inside the room there was another party. People were hunched over various surfaces with lines spread out before them. I had a mental image of Ai doing it and all of a sudden felt sick. Others were off drinking. A group of people were dancing, furiously rubbing against each ohter, with eyes closed, experiencing a new high. Eri stopped to talk to someone and I kept my eyes on the group of people dancing. One girl close to me had her arms wrapped around the neck of a handsome guy who had his on her hips. She was gorgeous, short black hair that was curled, an equally short plaid skirt, a tight white button down dress shirt with a few of the top buttons undone and a black tie wrapped losely around her neck. She would much later be introduced to me as Rika and take her role in my new life. But at that moment I knew nothing. I was captivated as I saw her hands seductively slip a pill into the guy's mouth.
He wasn't complaining.
But my conscious was.
Before I could come to my senses, protest, and escape with Ai, Eri was taking us down the hall.
Inside yet another room, this place was decievingly bigger than one would think, I saw a rather eclectic bunch of girls.
One with short, wildly coloured hair.
Another, tall, skinny, too skinny, short black hair that went down to her jaw, parted with one side tucked behind her ear and the other off to the right providing a striking outline of her ataractive face.
An extremely short girl with blonde hair counting a pile of bills.
A brown haired girl with a camo tank top on and ripped jeans. She had a cigarette dangling from her mouth, above it rested almost black eyes. Her earings gave you the impression she was the rough and tough type, if the rest of her didn't that is.
I couldn't inspect anyone else. My attention, and everyone elses, was suddenly drawn to a girl walking down the stairs. It wasn't a walk, it was more of a swager. Her left hand held the top of a bottle of beer. It seemed like they were made for each other, in such a way that you rarely even realized that one was in her hand. Thinking about it now I can't recall many times when I had seen her without one. Her brown hair was curled and went down past her shoulders a bit. She was skinny, muscular, you wouldn't say there was anything particularly impressive about her body. Her face though was another matter.
Some people may be like that, and I'm okay with it. But I like boys. Up until that moment I had never really questioned it, but there was something about her that immediately drew me to her. My heart skipped a beat as she leaned in and kissed the skinny one with black hair. I felt jealous for a second. Much, much later, I will explain the complicated attraction to her, it's not sexual mind you, in detail, but for now I am just telling you how it was at the time. Something I learned, again much later, is that drugs can make you like that. None of them were or are to my knowledge that way but she was good looking enough and the other was on meth. You can skip little details like that whole being two girls things when you are on it and feeling the effects.
The sexual kiss was ended and everyone's attention shifted back to us. and more importantly me.
At least it felt that way.
It felt like every single one of them was looking at me. Completely obvious I was odd(wo)man out. Suddenly it got hard to breathe and I considered making an escape back into the other room. Before I could consider my other options the one with the multicoloured hair spoke.
"What'da want?" She adressed Eri.
"an eightball" Ai cut in.
I looked over at her. Her hand was extended, offering a pile of bills.
The girl smiled.
It didn't seem like a nice one.
"Don't bother me with small time stuff, kid. Go find Tanaka if all you want is an eight."
"That's not the only thing I want." Ai paused looking the girl in the eye. "I want an in."
Multicoloured smiled, the bolde haired girl with the bills shook her head, smirked, and went back to counting.
Mulitcoloured looked over at the striking girl who shrugged her shoulders in a text book apathetic move.
"An in is expensive."
"I know. The eight was just going to be a peace offering."
"Really now?"
"I figured you'd get to like me more after a hit."
"I think you're a smart girl."
They took a hit.
And life changed.
Forever.
At the time I knew nothing. I had no idea that being in the same room as the m was some huge deal, especially the striking girl. I learned really quick though. Sitting in this alleyway and reflecting a bit has brought me to a question.
Why?
Why did you let us in?
Why did you take us with you?
Why did I become someone?
Why did you make me that someone?
Why? Why? Why?
I keep thinking it over and over again. Of course
Why?
Has been in my thoughts before. But now, now that I have truely looked back at the begining, the question becomes bigger. They could have told us to get out. They could of said no. But they didn't. I feel my brain start to get ready to ask Masae "why?" but I cut it off. I still haven't finished explaining the begining. When I'm done I'll ask her.
I stayed in the room with them for awhile. Captivated by them. For whatever odd reasons, I was. Multicoloured girl's name turned out to be Masae. The one counting the bills was called 'Yaguchi' a few times. The one who had kissed the striking girl responded to 'Yossie' while the girl in camo apparently went by 'Asami', just Asami. I'm not sure if I found out that night, but Masae's last name was/is Ootani. I didn't learn Yaguchi's first name and Yossie's full name until a very long time after that. Striking girl remained nameless.
Eri was leaving the room and I went along with her. I wanted to ask her something but she disappeared into the dance floor. I looked around and was suprised, read floored, to find a familiar face.
"Sayu?"
"Ah, hey Risa."
I sat down next to her on the couch. I was going to ask what she was doing here, but I knew I wouldn't want to hear the answer. I pretty much knew it already.
Sayu was best friends with Eri. Judging from the expression on her face, I knew they had more in common that teenage stuff.
An hour long conversation with her revealed my worst fear.
If you're losing your friend to drugs.
You're probably going to lose yourself.
Listening to her, I found myself and Aichan in the same position.
Eri was always in the party scene at school, Sayu as well. They had done pot and stuff like that, but suddenly Eri wanted more. It got worse and worse. Sayu couldn't stop her and ended up giving in herself.
"It's just easier this way. If you wanna fight it, you should, but in the end" She paused, looking me straight in the eye , her body swaying back and forth unsteadily, "You're not going to win."
I felt my heart drop. My stomach felt like a weight had been place on it. I didn't want to end up like this. I could save myself. I could save her too.
Being naive can give you such hope sometimes.
I wanted to take Ai and Eri and Sayu and leave. I wanted to go back to being normal teenagers. I wanted it in the worst way.
I told Sayu I would see her later and walked back towards the room.
I opened the door just in time to get a yell from Masae
"Come on, we're out of here."
Ai's peace offering must have been one hell of a one. I'm sure something that small amount didn't even effect any of them. I'm positive that it was Ai herself that got us in. That took us inside. Not the Aichan that I had built years of friendship with. The new personality that had taken hold over her 85% of the time.
Takahashi.
Aichan was my best friend. Takahashi was the embodiment of our destruction. Mostly everyone called her that, even before the drugs, at school and whatnot. Some of the girls called her by her first name, but I was the only one calling her Aichan. But now that drugs were in the picture, Takahashi became a larger than life persona. She was bold, daring, funny, she was my Aichan multiplied by ten on speed and god knows what else. Now that we were on the inside, it was only a matter of time before everyone knew Takahashi. And only a matter of a time before I lost Aichan.
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Woah... just woah. This is good stuff. Your writing enabled me to picture everything happening inside my head. And how you introduced every new character was good too. I find that reading from Risa's POV made me feel like her. I could almost sense all the emotions building up inside when she sees Aichan falling into the "dark" side :ONsad:
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This is the most stunning thing I have read in a while. I honestly have no words to describe how this has touched that part inside of me that is still a normal teenager. This story is just intoxicating and I cannot wait for the next chapter to be up. Pleaase continue with this astounding work.
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As we started to leave the second floor I realized that there were about twelve larged men in suits walking all around us. At that point in time my brain should have put out the alert. I should have realized that this was bad.
Really bad.
I should have pieced it together, that these girls were big time. I should have, but I didn't. I couldn't keep up with my thoughts. They were being torn in every which way. You would have swore I was the one on drugs.
Aichan
School
Sayu
Trouble
Eri
Aichan
Drugs
Help
Aichan
Aichan
Aichan
All I could do was keep walking. I looked forward and saw Asami walking in such a way, with such a look to her, that you would expect her to pounce at any minute. Striking girl still had the same swager that had captivated me earlier. Yaguchi was yelling into a cellphone about something I couldn't make out over the music and the distance between us. It was here I noticed something. Eri was nowhere to be found.
Didn't Eri know these people?
Isn't that how we got here?
Why isn't she with us?
What's going on?
I couldn't hide my expression. I was terrified. I looked around the club, looking for someone to save me. Everyone else kept walking and I followed, moving out of fear and confusion. I could barely see around the man on my side. The lights continued to flash and the music seemed to speed up. Suddenly we were walking out an exit. A black SUV was parked with more men in suits standing on the sides. One reached for the door and Striking girl went inside first, the others filed in. I stood with my hand on the side of the SUV and my foot on the running board. The sounds of Tokyo were all around me and a cold wind blew. I stayed like that for two seconds, but to me it felt like an eternity.
If I got in, I left my old life behind.
If I got in, childhood was over.
If I got in...
If I got in, what would become of me?
My brain was on overheat. I was thinking, thinking, thinking. Some part of my body must have stepped in. "Woah there, you're gonna hurt yourself. Let's just turn you off
for a minute and give you sometime to calm down."
And when that happened,
when I stopped thinking,
I brought my other foot up and entered the car.
Once inside I dared to glance around. I didn't get far. Upon looking up I saw Masae looking right back at me. It made my spine go cold. Maybe it was just me. She could have just been looking forward and I was in her general direction. It could have just been a meaningless look, but at the time, eye contact with her, with any of them, struck unbelievable fear into me.
"House or apartment?" The driver cut in, taking my mind off of my impending doom. At least for a second.
"House." Striking girl answered. I did a double take to make sure she was the one that spoke. I hadn't heard her say anything all night.
The car ride continued on. Aichan was laughing with Yossie about something, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy thinking again. I have no idea how long it took us to get there. My sense of time and distance was completely shot. It seemed like hours, it seemed like I would never make it. Even now that I know where the house is, I can never figure out how long it takes to get there. My mind must have created some sort of block on that.
The house was a house. Okay, borderline. You could probably consider it a mansion. A large cement wall surrounded the entire thing, but from the inside you kind of forgot about it. The outside looked Victorian, big and grand. Definately the work of some American designer. I tried to figure out how many copies of my house could fit inside of it but I gave up. There was a cement walkway and perfectly green grass along it. Inside, well we were'nt exactly given a tour or anything. It was just what I saw on the way into the kitchen. Some rooms were completely modern, cement, white, black, artwork that probably cost more than a sports car. While others had wood floors and that "looks so perfect and comfortable" type of thing going on. Those types of rooms were you could just spread out in your pajams on the big oversized chair and read on your sunday morning. People would kill for this kind of house. In the living room there was a large wall of windows that made the pool visible. Like I said we ended up going into the kitchen. I dare say it was "home-y" there was something relaxing about it that put me a little at ease. Everyone sat down. Masae, Yaguchi and Asami at the table, Yossie went over and sat on the countertop next to the sink.
Striking girl stood for a moment, crossed her arms, and then walked over to the right side of the kitchen taking a step into a large hallway. She leaned up against the wall and put her one hand on her hip.
"Non!" She called, rather affectionately. Like you talk to a pet or something. I figured a poodle or something would come running out. At least that's how she said it. What came out, well the jury is still out on that. It was a girl, but to this day I still remember wondering if animal or monster was more fitting.
She was small and extremely thin, yet she held her body and moved in such a way that made her seem tall and lanky, as if she in fact was and were trying to appear smaller. She wore a tight black t-shirt and jeans. She had her arms crossed and pressed tightly up against her stomach, almost hunching the rest of her body over. Her hair was brownish. It was cut rather dramatically. Long bangs that were parted to the extreme left went down a little before her lip, the lower of which was pierced with a loop on the right, covered one side of her face. The right side had a chunk of bangs creating a sort of V that showed her forehead and eye. The rest of her hair was thrown up into a bun. She had the tips of her hair sticking upward from the bun. When you looked at her from the front the hair was wildly pointing in every direction behind her. It had quite an effect.
Sriking girl put her arm around her shoulder.
"Back." She said, crouching her head down a bit trying to look the girl in he eyes. The strange figure nodded and mumbled something barely audible. I still was wondering if the girl had even said anything it was so quiet when Striking girl responded with an "Okay."
I had only seen her for a few seconds, but she gave me an unbelievable feeling. There just wasn't something right about her. I had a gut feeling that she was pure evil. A terrifying creature of some sort. I was creeped out.
The girl went back down the hallway and Striking girl watched her go before turning and taking a seat at the counter in the middle of the kitchen.
I've been thinking nonstop for ten minutes and I honestly can't remeber what else happened that night. I don't remember what we, or more accurately they, talked about, I don't remember how I didn't get myself killed, I don't remember anything other than sitting in that kitchen with them. I'll keep thinking about it and let you know, but I can tell it will do no good. Aichan was the one doing the talking. I couldn't follow what was going on at all. It was as if it was in a different language. Terms, names, places, people, all of these things were being thrown around. By the time Aichan and I left, my head was spining.
More than usual that is.
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Great stuff. It's only two chapters in and it's already such a painfully emotional story that it's almost getting hard to read.
And of course we already know that Very Bad Things are going to happen to everyone.
And that just makes it that much harder to read.
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Pierced Nono. Pierced Evil Nono. Pierced Evil Monster Nono. I love how you describe things from the way Risa sees them, not even necessarily from her point of view, just from her perception.
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Wow, it's so realistic that it's scary. Well, drugs can be scary anyway. I can feel some of the frustration Risa feels . . .
It's extremely intriguing, and I would have never thought of the girls this way. (Placing them in a story like this, that is.) Keep it up!
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Gripping!
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Unable to comment, almost feels like anything I'd say wouldn't do the story justice. :o
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The more I read the comments, the more suprised I am. It seems to be emotional for some of you. Which puts me in an intersting situation as I see these few parts as somewhat tame. I'm looking forward to seeing reactions. I want to take this where to a place where the other stories don't touch on and make it something completely different from what the sort of standard or norm is around here. It is really...I can't quite find the word for it. Maybe this is my experimental work? It is intersting to see that some have said they can connect, identify, and sort of feel for the things happening to Ai/Risa. I don't think it is now, but I can see this becoming one of my proudest efforts. I think this story is something that might open your eyes or affect some of you and to have that makes it important. To me I think this is something that I'm not going to hold back on. I got the idea and started to toy around with it, and little by little it got bigger and bigger. I felt like it was something that I just had to write. Thats why I threw the prolouge up. I just needed to get it out. I have my minor problems with it so far, the description of the house in particular(describing setting has always posed a problem), but I'm looking to grow from it and make it something I can say I'm happy with.
@ Freya and Gl- Hope you keep following the story. Maybe you two got more than you bargained for?
@rnd- Thanks, you've always read my work so it is nice to see this is no different.
I think you touched on something very important. My lit teacher talked about a writing exercise she did with her one class. She had the school's resident trouble maker come in during class and get in a pretend fight with her over a suposed detention she gave him. The class then had to write a news type story of what happened. Things were completely distorted in all of the papers.
With Risa, I think it creates more of a feel for what is happening. Some will take it for what is written and side with her, but maybe there are readers out there that can feel more for the others in later chapters and take a stance of Risa obviously having an opion and good girl slant on it.
Non's entrance wasn't really mapped out. I knew I had to introduce her and I just figured I should get it out of the way. From what I have thought about, as of right now, Non is going to be the charecter I enjoy most.
@lil-Thank you for your comments, great to read. Like I said to before, I think keeping it how Risa sees it makes it a little easier to get caught up. That played a part in the introduction of the charecters. What is the first thing you notice about Masae? Probably the hair. So on and so forth. I made it pretty obvious to guess who everybody is and then stated almost all of them later, but more charecters will be introduced. (I already mentioned Tanaka if you guys caught that.)
@stefy- I think I cleared up your question by now.
@icaus- thank you.
@black velvet- thanks. Like I said before, this is going to be different.
@coach- thanks.
@JFC- thank you very much.
this is just the begining.
Just to give something to those checking the thread for an update,
why I chose "break" as the title.
http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/break
Alot of different meanings which I feel will all fit the story after I am done.
I'm looking to include more of the formatted style, but it is rather difficult to make any of them longer than what I have.
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I shouldn't have said emotional in my earlier post. 'Tense' is a better word to describe the story so far. Really painful things are going to happen, and happen (probably) pretty soon.It's like watching two people get into a fight; You know what's going to happen, but not how bad the damage is going to be.
It's really weird for me to comment so extensively on a story this early on in the writing stage, so I may not make perfect sense all the time. But I'll try to say interesting things and keep any aggressively idiotic comments to myself.
(just a warning.I didn't really think that was an aggressively idiotic comment.)
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"We're going out with them again tonight?"
"What?" I asked.
"They called."
"And?"
"They asked."
"That's not what I mean."
Ai sat across from me, looking perplexed.
"Well what is is you mean? Lately you make no sense."
I took a deep breathe, trying to keep my anger in check.
The only thing that doesn't make sense
The only thing that is wrong
The only thing that is complicated
is you
I figured it was best to let that comment slide.
"Just because they invited us doesn't mean we have to go. Why don't we go to the movies or something."
I suggested, but my heart wasn't in it.
My heart was off somewhere, living in memories of a better time.
She puffed out a quick breath of air making a "huh" sound while simultaneously shrugging her shoulders.
"Yeah, turn them down, that's a great idea."
"Speaking of great ideas, you doing drugs is pretty high on the list."
She squinted for a second, her suprise completely visible. I myself was shocked that I had said it. It was a sudden outburst that escaped before I could even know I was thinking it. Saying something that bitting, regardless of truth was uncharecteristic for me. The look on her face nearly made me regret saying it. She almost had me appologizing.
The
"I'm sorry." was half way out before I held it back and replaced it with an
"It's true."
She was about to launch her rebuttal when the phone rang. She shook her head at me somewhat disbelievingly and stood up reaching in her pocket for her phone. I sat there, sulking, waiting for her to finnish her conversation. She hung up, walked back over, picked up her jacket and looked at me for a moment.
"You coming?"
"Yeah."
As I sit here in this alleyway, handcuffed and wet, yes I know I've mentioned this before, I can't help but picture how ridiculous that last bit was. But hey, that's how it happened. I would love to be able to rewrite it. To make up my own little happy ending and say, "Yes, that's how it happened." But it isn't. Hell I'd even like creative freedom to make me sound like I actually had something of a spine, but alas, I guess I don't.
I guess I don't...?
I wonder what Masae or Asami would say if I said that, if I asked them right now. I don't have to wonder. I know the answer.
Yossie and Non were in the kitchen. That girl's presence made me extremely uneasy. I surveyed the area and started contemplating a location to stand as far away as I could without making it blatantly obvious that I was choosing to stand as far away as I could while still being in the same room. Yossie gave a casual greeting. Actually she just looked up and nodded as if to show she acknowledged our existance. Ai walked right over to the kitchen table were Yossie and Non were sitting across from each other. She leaned over the table to look at what Yossie was examining.
"Ohhh, prrettyy." She said.
Curiosity got the better of me and I walked over. I stood a little behind Ai and looked over her shoulder.
Non was drawing...something.
The memory of that picture has grown hazy recently. I can not describe what was drawn in any sort of detail. I have the picture in my minds eye. I'm sure some of the things have been lost in the short period of time since that day, but the majority of it is intact. Still I am grasping for words. What I don't have trouble remembering is what I felt when I saw it. I distinctly remember being creeped out and thinking it was some sort of satanic picture that you hear people preaching about. You know those types that constantly say the devil is among us and using pop culture and music to get inside the youth of today? Yes, those types.
I'm stuck between creepy and terrifying. It just looked scary. Throughout the picture,which was drawn in charcoal and pen, there were vibrant splashes of red. Such a shade of red that immediately it imediately grabbed your attention and refused to let go.
I stood up straight and shifted my gaze to the wall. It was then that I started to hear a muffled conversation. Gradually it became louder and I could start picking out words. I looked around the rest of the kitchen and caught sight of Striking girl and Yaguchi entering from the one hallway.
"If we do it now we could take the rest of last months profits and distribute it amongst the accounts." The small blonde haired girl said. " I suppose we could trial run it. Split forty-five and fifty-five."
"Okay. Do that." I noticed that Striking girl was staring at me and attempted to act casual.
I was saved from my lackluster performance of 'casual' when Masae entered the kitchen from the backdoor.
" 'ey" She said getting a "hey" from Yaguchi and nods from everyone else.
She moved over to Striking girl. "Can I speak to you for a moment?" The pair left the room. With them gone I returned my attention to Non. Yossie and Ai were still sitting at the table watching her every move, completely engrossed.
"Red..." Non mumbled. I was wondering if she every brought her voice above wishper level.
"Huh?" Yossie asked.
"I'm out of red."
The three girls seemed to be frozen. The didn't speak or look at one another. After a few seconds, Non's hand reached for a razor blade that was on the kitchen table. She removed the carboard covering slightly letting the light in the kitchen hit part of the blade and spun it around with her fingers.
Yossie chuckled looking down at Non's hand.
"Well, that'd sure be an interesting conversation piece."
Ai and Yossie laughed.
I didn't.
I had no idea what that ment. I'd like to remind you of just the kind of bubble I lived in. It was stronger than a 'normal' teenagers. Most kids pick up a bunch of stuff at school, from movies, and online, but not me. I didn't know anything. It never even crossed my mind that Non was going to cut herself. Never. Seening how quick the other girls picked up on this, and even made a joke about it, just solidified my standing as the 'other one'.
Just then a girl in a school uniform entered from the same door Masae did moments ago. She had black hair that went past her shoulders a bit and was ridiculously thin. Weight was a common thread between a lot of the girls that I wouldn't pick up on until much later. My brain just didn't operate like that.
She threw her bag on a chair and then threw her body into one at the end of the table, and started to tap her hands off of the table top. Masae had returned. Striking girl did not.
"Oi, Masae!" She yelled with an accent. "Give me like five of the usual. And make it fuckin' pure."
Masae smiled.
"You can't afford five let alone five fuckin' pure."
The girl stopped taping and brought her clenched fist up. She moved her thumb causing a rather lage wad of bills to appear behind her fingers.
"What was that?" She asked mockingly.
"Where did you get that?" Masae asked with a bit of suprise in her voice.
"Daddy." She answered playfully.
Masae looked away from her and shook her head, seemingly unimpressed.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Of course not Masi." At this point I thought Masae was going to walk over to her and kill her with her bare hands, but suprisingly she remained where she was. "You know me, I wouldn't joke about ridiculously large sums of money."
The girls accent was making it hard for me to decipher bits and peices of what she was saying, but I managed to follow.
"You're such a joke."
"Harsh. If your daddy owned two wards you'd hit him up for money and you know it."
"I'd earn it on my own like I always have and you still wouldn't understand." Masae paused and looked her in the eye. "You know if you didn't keep fucking up you'd be able to have your own money. You're gonna mess up and have no options. There won't be anyone there to bail your dumbass out one day and you're going to wish you listened to me."
"True. So let's change that. Did you listen to me and talk to them about it?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I am not wasting anyone else's time with your stupid fucking half baked idea. It's bad enough I had to listen to it." By this time Masae had moved over to the girl. She put her one hand on the table and the other on the back of her chair, leaning over her and looking her in the eye. I wasn't in the chair but I was uncomfortable enough for everyone in the room. I didn't particularly like confrontations and ones that involved swearing were even worse.
"What the hell? You tell me to start making something of myself and then you shoot down whatever I come up with? This is bullshit."
It happened so quickly I wasn't even sure it really had until I heard the loud clap and saw the girl's face turned to one side.
When Masae spoke her tone was something I had never heard before. I had never heard such a combination of anger and control in one place. Her voice was low.
"You'll listen to what I say and keep your place."
Everyone in the kitchen was looking at them except Non. She continued looking at her drawing.
"What does she want to do?"
Everyone except Non turned to were the voice came from. Striking girl was leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed, her face expressionless.
"She wants to start pushing yaba."
Striking girl tilted her head to one side. There was a slight pause.
"The hallucinations would be to strong. You're talking about highschool and university, do speed instead and push it during exam season."
It didn't matter what she was saying to me, it was how she was saying it. Her voice had a unique quality to it.
The girl bowed her head deeply and said "Yes."
"We'll talk later Tanaka" Masae said." Are you ready?" She asked Striking girl, who nodded. "Well then, let's go."
Hearing those words, I felt my stomach drop.
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not happy with it but it'll need to do.
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At the club all I could do was close my eyes and wish for it to be over. I wasn't a religious person yet I was praying to whoever I could get to listen to intervene. Sitting there and watching was making me sick. I went to get a drink. On my way back to the room, through a cluster of bodies and the half open door, I saw Ai do a line and take a handfull of pills I felt my insides be ripped apart. I stopped breathing as I saw her put her hand up to her mouth and lean her head back. Then that sinking feeling in my stomach intensified and before I knew what was happening I had dropped my drink and my eyes had teared on their own accord. I wipped the tears away and realized how hard it was for me to breathe. It seemed like the air in here was contaminated. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get enought air to fill my lungs. I went to go sit down, away from them for a moment. My body layed heavily on a leather couch. Around me everyone continued going. The music seemed to get louder, the lights brighter. I felt like time was playing me. I had lost all concept of everything.
I couldn't
think
speak
breathe
All I could do was feel
my lungs struggling
that heaviness in my chest
my life fall apart.
It hit me right then in there, how right Sayu was.
Wouldn't it be easier?
If I was just as messed up as she was.
If I cared just as much as she did.
If I lived how she lived.
I immeadiately got rid of the thought. I felt horrible for even thinking such a thing. I couldn't.
She needed me
to help her
to save her
to live
I clutched at my sides hoping it would relive some of the pain. I realized it was useless, but I needed to try. I needed to do something to ease it. I walked back to the room and sat down next to Ai. She continued laughing and talking with the others. I turned and looked at her. Our legs and shoulders were touching, but I had never felt so far away from her. Without even realizing it a tear had started rolling down my cheek. She turned to me, laughing and tilted her head. She pressed her forehead against mine and leaned her body over. When it happened I ceased hearing everything else that was going on. I closed my eyes and reopened them when I felt her pull away.
I asked myself, voice cracking from tears I had held in too long,
What am I going to do?
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Reading the last 2 chapters made my gut feel like it's being stomped on. I so wanna reach into my monitor and grab Risa into a hug. To tell her everything's gonna be alright. And to shake some sense into Ai. Stop hurting your best friend like this :ONfrustrated: I really hope Risa succeeds in getting both of them out. But I already know that's not gonna happen :(
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^ What hamz said. :cry:
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TANAKA?!?!?!!? WHATTT?!?! errr...wonder what she wants....ooo i hope she doesnt do anything bad now...:(
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It hit me right then in there, how right Sayu was.
Wouldn't it be easier?
If I was just as messed up as she was.
If I cared just as much as she did.
If I lived how she lived.
woah, that part really got to me because... it really feels like that
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I just had to say, once again, how stunning this story is. I sat through the whole update barely breathing, running the words over and over again in my mind, taking in the full effect of your writing and the high emotions. And the way you portrayed Nono makes some part of me drool, I love her twisted character.
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When we arrived back at the house there was a new face to greet us, or at least new to me. She had brown hair curled down to a slight ways past her shoulder. Her face was rather large with her ears and nose in particular. Her body was slim and fit. She was attractive in a way thanks to her face which had an odd yet pleasant effect.
She was seated at the counter across from Non.
"Hey" she said. The other girls gave various greetings ranging from a nod to an uncomprehensible slur of words. They then disbanded with Asami, Masae, and Tanaka going towards one hall way and Striking girl and Yossie dissappering down the hallway and the far end of the kitchen.
Yaguchi, who was on her way to the sink, introduced us, as if it was some sort of after thought.
"One with the brown hair is Takahashi, the other one is" She paused with her hand on the faucet. Was I really that unmemorable? "Niigaki." She said in no attempt to hide the "That's what that is!" tone you get when you remember the title of the song you've been singing bits and peices of for the past week, or identify the mysterious object that was in your jean pocket.
"Konno." The girl said. When I looked at her I was suprised at what I saw. A smile. The first genuine and warm one since I got here. I wasn't confused, I wasn't frightened, and I wasn't creeped out. I noticed that I had unconsiously smiled back at her, returning the gesture. This moment of, joy, yes perhaps that was it, was broken as I felt Aichan crash into my shoulder as she tried to manuver herself to the kitchen table. She stumbled and regained her composure as she gave it another go, this time she was successful.
Konno broke eye contact and turned her attention back to Non who was sitting across from her.
"It's good. I like it alot."
At this Non nodded her head in short quick bursts that made it look more like she was shaking. She then brought her left hand across her midsection, grabing at it, placed her right elbow on top of it, and started to feverishly bite at her fingernails. I shivered. Something or more accurately everything was wrong with that girl. The way she moved...
Takahashi stood up and made her way towards the direction Asami, Masae, and Tanaka went, I turned my head and watched her go.Just as the silence between the three of us was getting to an extremely uncomfortable level, Asami came charging back into the kitchen.
"I'm so fucking hungry."
She walked over to the refrigerator, pulled out various food products before ultimately returning them,stopped momentarily at the stove, opened and closed several cabinets, and finally walked briskly out of the room.
I looked back at Konno and immediately realized that Non had disappeared. Though how she managed to sneak away when she would have had to walk right by me still escapes me, it was apparent that she did. I bit my lower lip trying to put aside the horrible feelings I got from that girl.
I looked back at Konno and then down at the seat Non had previously occupied. She nodded slightly in a welcoming matter, and I sat down across from her.
"So waht brings you here? You don't really seem like the type."
Just then, as if the higher powers found this an appropriate time to show their sense of hummor a yell from Aichan followed by the others' laughter was heard from down the hall.
I closed my eyes and pointed with my thumb towards the hall.
"That." I said simply.
She laughed through her nose before speaking again.
"So Risa," Her friendly tone nearly made me miss the fact that she called me Risa. Yaguchi had only introduced me as Niigaki.
"How'd you-"
"Relax. Everybody knows everything around here." She assured me with a smile. Of course. Even if I had never met her before, I'm sure one of them probably mentioned something to her in passing, it was stupid to get werid about it.
"I wish I could say the same." It was an unbelivably idiotic statement. In my position, saying something like that could have given me more problems than I already had, or have currently. But at the time I wasn't thinking like that. Luckily for me she merely smiled and said
"Well, let's see. Yossie is in college. Got a full ride on volleyball. She gets good grades, comes from a good family, and is beautiful. Fantastic, huh?"
She looked back at me for a moment before continuing.
"Her father is the head of some company. Big house in the best part of town, a good wife, and the most perfect daughter you could ask for. People were already interested in her durring middle school and such. She was fast tracking for a bright future. Play volleyball for a few years, get a degree to fall back on. Good plan. She went to the best private high school in Japan, most expensive this country has. There she met Miki. Miki is only a few months older I think, so they were in the same grade. A few years inbetween and that brings us back to now."
"Mi..ki?" I asked.
"Fujimoto. You know, the girl that owns this place?" She said in a combination of joking and disbelief.
Striking girl had a name. Miki Fujimoto. It seemed like a good name. For what it was worth I thought it was nice, but it was a hard habit to break. To this day I still think of her as Striking girl sometimes.
I was about to respond, but Yossie came bursting into the room from the back hallway.
She went over to the stove, put her arms behind her on the surface and leaned her body up against it. The majority of her miniscule weight was placed on her arms and the rest on her left heel which she extened slightly infront of her, her right crossed on top. The black and white t-shirt, the dark blue jeans that were heavily frayed and tight, the legs of the pants resting on the Chuck Taylors, she looked like a model. Absolutely stunning in her simplicity.
"Heyy KonKonn." She said in a goofy tone.
Konno smiled and without turning around to look returned the greeting.
"Hey Yossie. What are you up to?"
"Nothing...I'mso borrred."
Konno laughed a little and Yossie, who's large eyes were half closed, had a grin on her face.
If you ingored the fact that one of them, hell maybe even both of them were messed up on who knows what, it would have seemed like a normal exchange between friends. It reminded me of
Aichan...
Way back
before the drugs
before the parties
before the chain of events that brought us here
before...
We went to the same primary school together, the same grade school, the same middle school, and now the same high school.
She moved here when we were five or six because of her fathers job, I don't really remember. All I know is that we soon became inseparable. It's so much easier when you are younger, to make friends that is. By the time you get to high school everyone has already found the group they beling to and probably already has a best friend. To be best friends from childhood... It is really something. Getting to grow with that person, you share a bond that you can't find when you are older. It's lucky if you get to experience that.
My moment of sentimentality was shattered as I smelt something horrible.
"Yossie!" Konno yelled.
"Huh?" By the time Yossie responded Konno was already practically on top of her. She grabbed at her left hand that made a sizziling sound as she pulled it off the burner.
I swallowed hard, trying not to gag as I caught sight of Yossie's red and unnaturally white hand.
"What are you on?" Konno said, completely calm, well that made one of us.
"Special K as far as I know." Asami answered, walking back into the kitchen seemingnly uninterested in what was going on as she didn't even look at the two of them. "Eating Kit-Kats all night." Asami walked over to the stove and looked down."Get your skin off of there! I was gonna make eggs."
Yossie started to hum the theme of some children's show, the name of which escapes me, she stopped after a few moments and then looked down at the stove, as if finally catching up. Before her right hand to make it to the burner Konno pulled her away, draging the stumbling Yossie towards the hallway.
"Come on." She said to both Yossie and me. I reluctantly got up and felt my stomach twist and turn as they walked by and I got a closer look at Yossie's hand.
She led the way to the bathroom which was a difficult trip. Yossie moved as if she had never used her legs before. Once inside she took complete control of the situation giving me orders, trying to keep Yossie's attention, and seemingly doing a decent job of fixing what she could on her hand. I tried my best to keep my eyes averted at all times. Of course sometimes that little part inside you wins over and despite your best judgement you steal a galnce and immediately regret it.
How could she possibly not know?
How long did she even have it on for?
I keept my eyes on their upper bodies, hopping that I could keep my dinner down.
As she continued working she started to speak.
"This is what we talked about. I told you before not to take them, especially if you weren't going to have someone watch you. Do you remember why?"
Yossie's head bobbed up and down unsteadily. She started to mumble some sort of response.
"Because you can't tell if you get hurt or not. It's an anesthetic. Do you know what that is?"
Yossie started mumbling again.
"When you take those you can't feel anything. Thats why it's dangerous. You're like superman." She paused for a few seconds.
"If you get hurt, you don't know it. And you can do a lot of damage because you don't know anything is wrong. When you find out it's too late sometimes." Yossie smiled and started laughing in a slow manner.
She started sliding off of the chair. Without knowning I immediately put my arms on her shoulders to stop her.
"We've got to keep her awake, at least for now." Konno said, her voice different from the one I had heard in the kitchen. It was now lower and steady.
"You should be a doctor or something." I said, trying not to think about my urge to throw up.
"Well, that's why I'm in school."
"Really?" I asked, shocked that I was actually on the right track about something.
"Yeah. Even Daddy's reputation and Mommy's standing couldn't get me to skip med school."
"oh." I said, not really understanding.
"My Dad's a doctor here in Tokyo and Mom's a lawyer."
I nodded.
Asami and Masae could be heard walking past.
"Hey!" Konno yelled.
"What?" Asami asked, sticking her head in the door while Masae leaned up against the frame.
"How much she take?"
Asami paused for a moment and looked at Masae.
"More than she ever did before if that helps."
"I saw her take like.." Masae began. " I don't know.The four times I saw her she had a bottle in her hand."
"That's all I can do for her now. Help me move her."
Asami grabbed her feet as Masae took her upper body.
"I think she said something about her knee bothering her." Asami mumbled as she readjusted her grip.
"Dear lord, why can't she just take a bottle of vicodin like everyone else. She better not wake me up."
Asami huffed. "Make Tanaka stay with her, hell if I'm not sleeping."
"Where do you want 'er?" Masae asked.
"I guess put her in the living room. Better than having to keep moving her."
I stood alone in the hallway as they continued moving towards the living room.
Aichan had given us an alabi of staying at Eri's house. That way we'd be able to stay and she wouldn't have to worry about her parents seeing her. In a little while I would deeply regret it, and wish that she hadn't.
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Ah sweet Konno, who else will make an appearance in this story?
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Konkon saves the day! :yay:
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Konno must be in Risa's position. And I thought Striking Girl was Rika?
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I was left all alone in the hall as Masae, Asami, and Konno carried Yossie away. I turned and looked both directions, a door left somewhat ajar catches my attention. Light creeps out into the hallway illuminating it slightly as I take a few steps forward towards it, Masae, Asami, and Konno's voice's now completely faded away. I gently placed my hand on the door and pressed it slightly while sticking my head inside. The door creeked in protest, sounding ominously in the now silent hall. The room was rather clean but for some reason it seemed completely dark, dingy, and terrifying.
Maybe it's wasn't the room, maybe it was who was in it.
A single light bulb on a metal chain dangled from the middle of the cieling and illuminated the enitre room in an almost blinding white. Directly infront of me the wall was completely covered, floor to ceiling, in drawings of all shapes and sizes, one more extreme than the next. In the center of the wall was what I suppose could be considered the focal point, a large drawing of a pot with two flowers in it. It was composed of sharp angles and harsh lines, shaded in balck and grey. The flower on the left was slightly hunched while some petals fell from it. The gentle sway in the petals captured with charcoal and paper seemed no easy feat. It was quite impressive to be perfectly honest. On the edges of the paper, previous drawings that must have occupied that space were torn away, their fragments remaining here and there.
To my left it sat cross leged on a single bed, engrossed in a book.
Niezs...che?
Never heard of it.
The edges were torn and frayed, the spine of the book looked as though it was in an all or nothing battle to keep everything together. Obviously it was well used.
It was here my existence was acknowledged.
She looked up at me, her almost black eyes visible even from this distance.
An "Ah" escaped my mouth as she made eye contact with me. "I'm. Sorry." My words came out in fragments as my brain found it hard to keep working. I was under her unexplainable spell.
She wasn't looking at me.
She was looking through me.
At least that's what it felt like.
"I saw the light on." I finnished lamely, attempting to justify my intrusion out of fear she would attack me or do something equally horrifying to me.
She said nothing and went back to her book.
"I like your picture. " I said pointing to the flowers.
She looked up from her book and to the drawing then back to me.
It could have been the emotional rollercoster I had been on that night, more so than other nights that is, or maybe it was just exhaustion setting in, but I could have swore I saw the most subtle and crypic smile flash across her face for as she looked at me.
I looked down at the ground.
"Well... I'll get going."
I bowed my head a little and took a step back as she returned to her book.
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Obvious question is...who's the mystery person?
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Obvious question is...who's the mystery person?
In the previous chapter? Non. Risa refered to her as it, the drawings, and really the overall tone Risa had I thought made it clear. If it wasn't I might have to go back and rework it I guess...
Oh, and forgive the last chapter for having awful shifts in verb tenses. I promise I'll go back and edit it eventually.
Responses in werid order
@glcorps- No Rika is not striking girl. Rika was mentioned in the first chapter at the club and it is said that she would come into play later but striking girl is introduced after Risa goes into the other room with a different description than Rika had. Konno's situation and the rest of the girls for that matter will be explained later.
@Lil_hamz - I'm optomistic this won't turn into some terribly predictable work. Maybe Risa will, maybe she won't. Even if it does become predictable (wich leaves a rather bitter taste in my mout to think about) I'll then start aiming on the emotional aspects of it to..compensate I suppose. Hopefully you'll keep reading.
@tanakichi- well it would be rather boring if she was doing good now wouldn't it? More about Tanaka will come up later.
@coachie- truthfully that hoplessness about it I think is very common. That constant struggle gets to the point where it turns into "what's the difference?" It's dangerous, and one slip up throws everything off.
@rnd- thank you, that was quite beautiful. I think you will be a huge fan of the direction Non takes overall throughout the story. There are still a handful of girls that haven't been introduced yet and I think two charecters no one will see coming.
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The title didnt really appeal to me so I suppose thats my reason for not reading it. But at 1am, tired and restless I dug it up and opened it. Its nice in a weird way...I dont know much about drugs. Just from the movies and from what my classmates have offered me (haha). Its a strange world and its amazing the way you've written here using H!P characters, giving them these exaggerated personalities..
Maybe its cause Im tired..or delusional but I can really picture what your writing. Dude, it freaks me out something chronic.
Soooooooo.....Im asking you baby please, can we have a revival?
I wouldnt mind finding out what the hell happens
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How could I possibly be anymore pleased with Non? I already want to take her back to my dark world and thrust her head first into my more extreme perv ideas. ;)
Two people we wouldn't expect? Now I have to guess. A Coconuts gal(Ayaka or Mika) and maybe placid Iida?
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It was late, and I was tired. I couldn't get used to this, staying up until all hours of the night. I only did it for two days a week, yet my body felt heavy and sluggish for about two after. I'd have to go home and crash all Sunday just to go back to functioning. I couldn't imagine how someone could make this their lifestyle. In mid yawn, Konno approached me.
"hey."
I gave a weary smile.
"I'm just going to finish some things up. If you're staying, you can use on of those rooms." She pointed to two doors.
I nodded. "Okay, th-thanks."
She started walking away from me.
"No problem." She looked back over her shoulder. "Oh and Risa,"
"Yeah?"
"Don't be alarmed if you hear Yossie."
"Ah, okay."
Don't be alarmed if I hear Yossie? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I had no clue, and frankly I was to exhausted to even care. I walked over to one of the doors and opened it.
The room was a decent size. A large king beed was in the center, two night stands on each side, a nice large window on wall directly infront of me, a closet over to the left and some bookcases. I didn't even bother to inspect my surroundings any further as I threw my body ontop of the blue and black sheets heavily. I looked up at the ceiling and my mind took off like a world class sprinter, running over all the things I didn't want to deal with.
What am I gonna do...?
The words echoed and echoed, waiting for some sort of response, a definitive course of action. I closed my eyes and unconsiously exhaled, hard and fast, a sure fire sign that I was starting to cry.
Why does it hurt so bad?
The worst thing about it all was that there wasn't anything tangible hurting me. It's not like this was a pair of shoes giving me a blister and I could just take them off, bang, problem solved. This involved nothing other than my feelings which made it infinately more complicated.
I was being killed emotionally. Everyday, I felt so lost and helpless. I felt like I was drowning at sea, each day my lungs filled with more water as my cries for help became weaker and weaker.
I couldn't describe
how it felt
how I felt
how it hurt me so.
Just then I realized Something.
Something that I had known all along.
Something that a small part of me was constantly repeating over and over.
Something that was horrible and I didn't want to admit.
I was being hurt by Something tangible.
I was being hurt by Aichan.
Before I could even start to wage that war on myself over that, the door opened.
Ai smiled.
"'s'cold in here."
She walked over to the bed and pulled down the sheets as I lifted up my legs. All the while I was staring at her, looking at her, hoping to catch a glimpse of reassurance. She looked different. So different. Yet, why was I the only one to see this? No one else ever brought it up? Were they blind? Or was I just that dependent?
She lied down next to me and pulled the covers up to our shoulders.
"Aichan..."
Her response was delayed as she readjusted her head on the pillow.
"Huh?"
"I need to ask you somehting."
"unn, uh huh."
"Listen, I-" I, I hesitated. Was she snoring? She was. Unbeliveable. I looked up at the ceiling and said "You're really funny" to the whoever or whatever may or may not be up there.
I stayed there for a minute or so, looking at her as she slept peacfully while I was being terrorized. Life can be unfair. I only thought that in passing as I too driffted off into a slumber soon after.
Later that night, I found out excactly what Konno meant when she said "Don't be alarmed if you hear Yossie."
I did hear Yossie.
And despite what I was told,
I was alarmed.
That's quite an understatement. When I "heard" Yossie, I immediately woke up and nearly yelled right along with her. For such a tiny girl she had an astounding lungh capacity as she was absolutely relentless in her scream.
It was the kind of scream that comes deep from your stomach and chest.
The kind that only happens when it is really, truly, something awful.
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did her anaesthetic wore off?
First time replying in here, like Mikan i just found this fic's title weird before so i didn't bother to come in. I wished i did bother though, the story line is good, brings me to a whole new world of unknowns.
The emotions running through the whole story is great, and so real. Would love to know how the girls fell into this world.
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What Mikan wants, Mikan gets.
So now I need to add bad tittles right next to no lesbian love triangles, no angst, bad writing, and no dgirls on the list of reasons people don't read my work? Haha, always a learning experience.
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"Don't be alarmed if you hear Yossie."
"Ah, okay."
Well, THAT was strange.
"Aichan..."
Her response was delayed as she readjusted her head on the pillow.
"Huh?"
"I need to ask you somehting."
"unn, uh huh."
"Listen, I-" I, I hesitated. Was she snoring? She was. Unbeliveable.
That was actually a sort-of cute moment amongst all the emo-ness and angst.
Later that night, I found out excactly what Konno meant when she said "Don't be alarmed if you hear Yossie."
I did hear Yossie.
And despite what I was told,
I was alarmed.
...
It was the kind of scream that comes deep from your stomach and chest.
The kind that only happens when it is really, truly, something awful.
What the hell happened? :o
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Your angst is depressing and real...but I never said anything was wrong with Dgirls and lesbian love triangles. Feel free to write as much about them as you please (I actually was thinking about that kiss between uh...Yossui and Miki? Earlier in the chapter...wow now I gotta back track because they didnt have names then..)
HAHA, yeah the anesthetic wore off...fun times. ... I remember when my anesthetic wore off XD
Can wait for more.
Love you Erink. (Ive brought a friend to read this fic, btw)
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So now I need to add bad tittles right next to no lesbian love triangles, no angst, bad writing, and no dgirls on the list of reasons people don't read my work? Haha, always a learning experience.
^LOL :sweat: or you can think of it this way, even with no lesbian love triangles, angst, and dgirls the majority of the fanfict forum is in love with your work just from looking at all the comments and views you get :D Besides you have this amazing ability to write things from a whole range of topics. Whether it's dramatic, emotional or mad funny! :bingo:
After catching up on the latest chapters I must say that this story is becoming more and more intriguing. I'm being drawn into this dark world that leaves me craving for more.
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At first I was wondering why KonKon would ask Risa to help. Then I figured she was probably the only person nearby who wasn't high on something. Konno seems like a smart girl who knows what she wants. But who knows if she managed to stay clean in spite of her friends getting into this or did she have her own sad story getting out?
*Sigh* This fic is intense but it's precisely so that makes me wanna read more. I'll be waiting...
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So now I need to add bad tittles right next to no lesbian love triangles, no angst, bad writing, and no dgirls on the list of reasons people don't read my work? Haha, always a learning experience.
Lol! I must confess that I was purposefully avoiding this fic. Not because of the title, or because I considered it to be bad. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I found it rather engaging after reading the first two chapters, and I knew I wouldn't be able to just sit and wait for small doses of dark fiction. Therefore, I chose to ignore this until it got bigger. But now it's about time I comment...
I'm somewhat relieved that you're not going down the romantic path. Not that it's a bad thing to do, but in my opinion, it might be a little off in this fic. There's the hint at Yossi and Miki, but I'm not counting on it being really deep. It did make me roll my eyes, but I decided to continue reading.
I'm not sure about the kind of message you intend to deliver, or if you even have one, yet I know I'll be coming back for more. There's something about break that just sucked me in, and I can't help wanting to know if there'll be an ending to it all.
Also, I like your descriptions and characterizations. For starters, I knew right then and there that Miki was Striking Girl. Maybe I just have a Miki-radar or something, lol. I had some trouble with others, especially Asami, Rika and Reina. And I was really, really off with Konno, since I immediately thought of Maki.
In particular, I liked your description of Non very much. She's quite the antithesis of her H!P image! And Nietzsche? It certainly fits the diabolic aura, but I seriously doubt the real Non knows about him. Then again, I'll probably take her any way she's shown.
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Wow, interesting way to end a chapter, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Awesome as usual!