Post by Haya-chan (Rangzii) on May 6, 2013 0:16:47 GMT
Past, Present or Future: The Scars of Tomorrow
Chapter One –Shiro’s Introduction
She stood, staring over the fence, looking at what lay below us. It was a long way down from here, and nothing ever passes down there anyway.
“Haya,” I smiled, walking towards her, my hand gliding onto her left shoulder, “What’s wrong?”
“I-” she stuttered, interrupting me.
“You’re thinking of something, I know you are. You don’t have to say if you don’t want to.”
Her eyes widened, but she then quickly looked down at her feet and tried to control a smile. She murmured my name under her breath, but in a rather sad tone, and then she straightened her face.
“Shiro,” she began, “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be going back to Asahikawa tonight?”
I had hoped she had forgotten about that. You see, I didn’t want her to remember that until I had already gone. Nobody has ever meant this much to me before. We've known each other for two years but it feels like forever, and it feels like we have an inseparable bond, or something along those lines. My hand gestured for her to turn towards me, and she did so, but she did not make eye contact with me. She kept her eyes facing the dusty, water-starved ground, and her hair fell over her face more than usual.
Haya has the most amazing blue hair; its aquamarine, with a side fringe covering her right eye and a piece on the left which follows the curve of her face, and she normally has it tied back into bunches, or a ponytail, and rarely wears it down. When she does wear her hair down, it goes to her hips, and you can really see the waves in her hair when it's down. Her eyes have an amazing sparkle; mocha brown with flecks of amber and chocolate, and they shimmer in the sunlight. They are truly expressive eyes that always show her true feelings.
A gentle breeze blew her long, flowing hair around her, and I saw a teardrop form, but she wiped it away to try and leave no trace.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, "Please tell me."
"You," she sniffed, "If you go a part of me will go missing, and I've only just felt whole again."
She turned away from me and walked towards the fence once again, kicking it, scuffing her foot as she did so. It's not like I want to go back there, as there's nothing left for me there anyway, no family, only a few schoolmates, but they don't compare to my friends now.
My parents died in an avalanche, when I was five, along with my hopes and dreams. I managed to escape from the car, but they unfortunately didn't. For years I felt like it was my fault, and for the same amount of time there were two personalities inside me: angry, revengeful me, and the calm, kind and friendly me. But when I met Haya and the others, something inside me clicked into place and I was whole once again. Tokyo has brought me peace, and I prefer it to Hokkaido, where all the sad and haunting memories lie. I don't need the power to turn back time to be happy, I just need my friends and my spirit - with that I can never lose myself again!
She was looking around for a while, and I thought it wasn't worth trying to sweet talk my way out of this one. But that's when I saw it. The broken fencing bar. I hoped she wouldn't see it - but she did.
"Don't you dare," I sternly told her, "No."
"Why? There's nothing left for me here. My brother doesn't care anymore, you're ditching me, and so will everyone else! I'm worthless to you all now! I'm just like a new toy: everyone is interested for a while, but they all get bored and leave me to rot in the alleyways and bins." Haya's voice was getting angrier and more distraught as she said each word.
She stood, staring over the edge, and then. And then - I don't know - the ground crumbled away beneath her feet. She wasn't seriously going to jump off it, she would never have the guts to do it, and it was going to be the usual routine of a hug and a shoulder to cry on. Her terrified scream rattled through my bones, and I screeched her name, but it was too late. She has fallen. I ran to the edge of the cliff, and there she was - lying face down in the grass, with no sign of movement. My heart was pounding as I scaled the stairs and railings, finding the quickest and most direct route to where she lay. I was getting severe pains in my knees and shins - no running, the doctor said, not for at least six months. I carried on.
"I will not let someone else die," I muttered, "Not if I know I can do something to save them."
Chapter One –Shiro’s Introduction
She stood, staring over the fence, looking at what lay below us. It was a long way down from here, and nothing ever passes down there anyway.
“Haya,” I smiled, walking towards her, my hand gliding onto her left shoulder, “What’s wrong?”
“I-” she stuttered, interrupting me.
“You’re thinking of something, I know you are. You don’t have to say if you don’t want to.”
Her eyes widened, but she then quickly looked down at her feet and tried to control a smile. She murmured my name under her breath, but in a rather sad tone, and then she straightened her face.
“Shiro,” she began, “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be going back to Asahikawa tonight?”
I had hoped she had forgotten about that. You see, I didn’t want her to remember that until I had already gone. Nobody has ever meant this much to me before. We've known each other for two years but it feels like forever, and it feels like we have an inseparable bond, or something along those lines. My hand gestured for her to turn towards me, and she did so, but she did not make eye contact with me. She kept her eyes facing the dusty, water-starved ground, and her hair fell over her face more than usual.
Haya has the most amazing blue hair; its aquamarine, with a side fringe covering her right eye and a piece on the left which follows the curve of her face, and she normally has it tied back into bunches, or a ponytail, and rarely wears it down. When she does wear her hair down, it goes to her hips, and you can really see the waves in her hair when it's down. Her eyes have an amazing sparkle; mocha brown with flecks of amber and chocolate, and they shimmer in the sunlight. They are truly expressive eyes that always show her true feelings.
A gentle breeze blew her long, flowing hair around her, and I saw a teardrop form, but she wiped it away to try and leave no trace.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, "Please tell me."
"You," she sniffed, "If you go a part of me will go missing, and I've only just felt whole again."
She turned away from me and walked towards the fence once again, kicking it, scuffing her foot as she did so. It's not like I want to go back there, as there's nothing left for me there anyway, no family, only a few schoolmates, but they don't compare to my friends now.
My parents died in an avalanche, when I was five, along with my hopes and dreams. I managed to escape from the car, but they unfortunately didn't. For years I felt like it was my fault, and for the same amount of time there were two personalities inside me: angry, revengeful me, and the calm, kind and friendly me. But when I met Haya and the others, something inside me clicked into place and I was whole once again. Tokyo has brought me peace, and I prefer it to Hokkaido, where all the sad and haunting memories lie. I don't need the power to turn back time to be happy, I just need my friends and my spirit - with that I can never lose myself again!
She was looking around for a while, and I thought it wasn't worth trying to sweet talk my way out of this one. But that's when I saw it. The broken fencing bar. I hoped she wouldn't see it - but she did.
"Don't you dare," I sternly told her, "No."
"Why? There's nothing left for me here. My brother doesn't care anymore, you're ditching me, and so will everyone else! I'm worthless to you all now! I'm just like a new toy: everyone is interested for a while, but they all get bored and leave me to rot in the alleyways and bins." Haya's voice was getting angrier and more distraught as she said each word.
She stood, staring over the edge, and then. And then - I don't know - the ground crumbled away beneath her feet. She wasn't seriously going to jump off it, she would never have the guts to do it, and it was going to be the usual routine of a hug and a shoulder to cry on. Her terrified scream rattled through my bones, and I screeched her name, but it was too late. She has fallen. I ran to the edge of the cliff, and there she was - lying face down in the grass, with no sign of movement. My heart was pounding as I scaled the stairs and railings, finding the quickest and most direct route to where she lay. I was getting severe pains in my knees and shins - no running, the doctor said, not for at least six months. I carried on.
"I will not let someone else die," I muttered, "Not if I know I can do something to save them."