Painfull Memories Never Go Away (Everyone)

[Chiyoko AkaBara]

It was early afternoon in the night class dorms when I woke up from my painful dreams. No matter how much I let the darkness consume my memories they always came back to haunt me when I was at my weakest.

"My weakest...." I whispered to the darkness.

But talking didn't help, It never did. It's not like I had friends that wanted to listen to me. I was alone completely and utterly alone. Even thinking about how alone I truly am just brought back the memories;

"Momma!" I whined, I looked down at the dead bird cupped in my hands.
"What honey?" My mother rushed over to me. Her face glimmered in the moonlight, she looked down to the bird that had two bite marks in it's chest. "Oh I see" She calmly said.
"Birds taste funny!" I whined yet again. I whiped the blood off of my mouth.

I screamed as loud as I could while I was pulled out of the memory of my mother. That was the last time I ever saw her, the last time I heard her carmel coated voice. The tears ran down my cheek as I realized yet again that I was alone. My only friend who understood anything was Shizuka, and she was with Maria. And I was alone, no one was going to help me, no one was going to wipe away my tears. No one, was my only friend.....

[Shiro Hari]

The crying was maybe the only thing she could hear, but the voices were faded, and from where she was sitting, most sound was inaudible. This was maybe the last time she was going to sitting on the roof above the entrance. It was maybe the only place where she could read in peace but she had been having been disturbed by the sound of the tars falling bellow. This had caused her to hand upside down, locking herself in a way so she could stare downward and not be noticed. Either way, she couldn't hear a word between the two who were now talking. Rather if it was cohesive or pleasurable, she felt guilty enough that she was eavesdropping on maybe something that she shouldn't be. Swinging herself back up, she entered the dormer she crawled out from and found her way to the front door.

Her pearl hair was fixed into a braid and her yellow eyes lay behind her semi-bored expression that almost screamed, 'we all have problems, get over it'. Yet she knew she had to be caring. She was always willing to talk to someone who would listen, maybe it would be appropriate for the other way around for once. her boots clicked against the floor and her white dress fluttered about in the draft. As Hari opened the door, she came across the two she had left alone a little earlier.

"Hi!" She said with her genuine angel smile. It was a trade-mark she wished she sometimes didn't have. It disturbed enough people that it looked too cheery and happy. "Chiyo-kun? are you okay?" she looked sympathetic but it would only take time to hear the situation before she herself would judge if it was worth it or not. Either way, it was better to be apologetic and sweet and apologetic, sweet and not giving a damn. Sometimes that all in itself was difficult. Cold or heartless from her? blasphemy. This world was just one more thing for her to hate and it's petty people within it deserved a lot more of a chance than it does. To her, everything else within it could rot, some humans included. She smiled more kindly before walking in front of the vampire and holding her book to her chest while bending down. "Is there anything I can do?"