IssueshaveI: Hey you guys. So sorry I haven't put up a story for a while. My life's just gotten way to hectic. My grandma was in the hospital for a while, and my cat is dying from cancer. (Sniff) Well, I hope this makes up for my absence. And I'm sorry that this chapter doesn't have anything to do with Yu Yu Hakusho. It will soon. I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or the names in this story. They were just picked on the spot.
"I can't believe this is happening to me. Me! Oh my lord..." I put my clammy, cold hands on my flushed face, feeling the warm, salty tears stream down my cheeks. "What did I do?" I stood up and took a messy wad of tissue paper out of the small, dirty stall. Unlocking the small cubical, I went and looked at my face. Disgusted with how I looked-my messy dirty blonde hair, my puffy, red eyes, and my new blue shirt wrinkled from sitting-I took the wad of tissue paper and wiped my eyes. The rough texture of the paper made my eyes a bit irritated, but I didn't care. They were filling up with tears again, rolling down my cheeks and into my mouth. The salty taste of it was making me sick. I slumped down on the floor, weeping again.
A small knock was made on the bathroom door. Sniffling, I said "Who's there?"
"Come on Katie. Please let me come in." A small, velvety voice cooed. "You can't stay in there and cry forever. You need to talk to someone. Please let me help."
"No." I replied with a harsh tone. I starred at the door, glaring at the person behind it's wooden wall. "I-I don't want to talk about it..." My voice trailed off, feeling the corner of my eye's brimmed with tears just waiting to fall.
"Please, Katie, don't be like this. Please, just let me in." The voice on the other side of the door prodded at me.
I crawled over to the door and leaned against it for a few seconds, debating. After a long sigh, I moved my hand up to the smooth, silver lock on the door and pressed it up. There was a small shove against my back, indicating that I was stopping the person from entering. I moved my self over to section of wall on the other side of the bathroom. I could feel the coolness of it against my back. I hated it. I hugged my legs into my chest, hiding my face into my knees. "Come in." I murmured.
Without looking up, I could hear her coming across the bathroom, and kneeling down. Her warm hand touched my shoulder to comfort me. I pushed it away.
"Please Katie. You can't be like this. You have to let someone help." Her voice trailed down to me. It was edged with sadness.
I didn't want to cry in front of her, but I did. I wept. I wept the way I couldn't do by myself. She wrapped her arms around me hugging me. I didn't want to shove her embrace away. I slid my knees down to the ground and buried my face into her shirt. "Why did this have to happen to me, Sara? Why not someone else?" I sniffled.
"Sometimes things just happen I guess." Sara said into the air, not directly at me. I took my hands up from covering my face, and lifted my head out of her chest. I starred at her face-her brown hair with it's natural wave, her soft deep blue eyes, her smile etched with sadness-and started to weep again. She held me close to her and rubbed my back. "I'm sorry Katie. I truly am sorry. I know you loved your parents." At the sound of that word-"parents"-I cried harder than I did before.
"I don't want to nag, Katie. But you really need to go see the councilor. You can't cry in here all day." Sara whispered down to me. I sobbed into her chest even harder. I knew I couldn't talk to someone about it. It would bring up memories, and I would end up crying again.
Still sobbing into her chest I mumbled, "No. I can't. I-I won't." I gripped her shirt, fighting back the tears I knew would soon be shed. She patted my back. "It's too hard Sara. I can't do it." I breathed heavily, knowing it wouldn't be to long until the bell for class would ring.
"I know Katie. I know." Sara patted my back. "Do you want to go ho-" She stopped in the middle of the sentence. I knew she was going to say "home". I knew that she knew I could never go home again. No one was there.
Trying to cover up what she almost said, she gently put my head on her shoulder cooing. "It's gonna be okay Katie. You're gonna be okay." I couldn't see it, but I knew that she was crying too. I heard her sniffle, and I could feel her hot tears drip onto my neck. This made me feel happier, the slightest bit.
I, still crying, pushed away from her grasp. I widened my eyes and tried to wipe away most of my tears. I looked at her face, her eyeliner running down her cheeks, and I smiled. Well, what ever was closest to a smile at the time. I chuckled a bit, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad too." Then I looked down at my fingers, trembling.
Sara stood up, and went over to the silver box filled with paper towels. She gently slipped one out of it's hold and went over to the mirror. Folding the towel into a square, she dabbed around her cheeks, trying to make it unnoticeable that she had cried. Lightly throwing it into a trash can, she looked at me. "It's alright. Are you going to be okay?" Her face was filled with concern for me.
"I think so. At least, I hope so." I looked down at the ground. 'No. I can't cry anymore.' Pushing myself off of the cold floor, I walked over to Sara and gave her a hug. "Thank you Sara. I'll be okay for a while."
BRING!!!!
My eye's widened and I jumped a few feet off the ground. I had forgotten that the bell was going to ring. However, Sara jumped up even higher than I did, making me laugh. She glared daggers at me, then softened her face. "You're feeling better?"
Through giggles I was able to say, "Yes. If I start laughing, I'll be fine. W-We should probably get to class." I dragged my foot against the ground, knowing that after a while, I would be crying again.
Sara looked at me with sadness held in her eyes. "Please cheer up Katie. You're going to be with the councilor after this class, I heard the teacher talking about it. You can cry then. But please try to be happy." Her concern for how I felt made my spirit lift. It was glowing, overjoyed that at least one person cared about how I felt.
"I'm sorry. Let's go. I'll be ok." I grabbed her arm and started to led her out of the bathroom, but she didn't budge. "Huh? What's wrong?" I looked at her with confusion plastered across my face.
"Look at yourself." Sara pointed towards the mirror. I looked and saw a girl with puffy, red eyes, tangled hair, and her shirt wrinkled and stained with tears. My eye's widened in surprise. "Oh my gosh! I look terrible!" I looked around for my purse, equipped with my brush.
Sara, knowing me too well, handed me her brush. "Thank you!" I said with anxiousness in my voice. I started brushing through my tangled hair, quickly but efficiently. I fixed my part, and then tossed the brush back to Sara. She fumbled it, but caught it nonetheless.
After smoothing out my shirt and wiping away the remains of my tears, I took Sara's hand and we headed toward the bathroom door. We smiled at each other and she opened the door for me. When we looked outside, we were surprised at what we found.
Around ten girls, all lined up outside of the bathroom. Some were jumping up and down, yelling at the person right in front of the door who wouldn't allow them their entrance. Others were just yelling. The person at the front kept saying, "They'll be out in a minute and you can go in. Just give them some time alone!"
'Wait. I know that voice.' I stepped through the door and over to the person that wasn't allowing the girls to pass. I looked at her and gasped. "Riena?!? What are you doing?!?"
"I'm just trying to let you have some time to yourself." Riena said with no emotion in her voice. I stared at her. All the other girls had become quiet. Then one girl in the back yelled, "Can we go now?!?" Riena, Sara, and I moved to the side and watched the stampede of girls run into the bathroom.
After watching half of the girls get trampled on, I looked over at Riena. I chuckled at what I saw. She was twitching.
"What's so funny?" Riena questioned.
"Nothing. You were just twitching. Sorry."
"Oh." Riena then gave me a small glare. It looked like she had pondered about something for a moment, and her face softened. "Katie, are you okay? Are you going to be alright?"
I looked at the ground and moved my foot around in circles. I knew that nothing was going to be the same. Never again. "I think I'm ok right now. But I don't know." My voice trailed off.
I felt her arms wrap around me in a tight, comforting hug. "You'll be okay Katie." I returned her hug and felt some tears well up in my eyes. I pushed them aside, knowing that I couldn't cry now.
She pulled away from her hug and gave me a comforting smile. Then she linked arms with me and Sara and walked down the hallway, hurrying to get to our class.
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