Doll (MikaYuu)

♦50♦ - Hello

I was getting scared for myself, unable to even stop crying. But I'd been trying and trying to hold it in, and now that I started, it all came out and didn't stop until nothing was left.

Mika... Please come back to me... Come heal me like you do... Only you can...

An hour passed as I was sitting in the dark, lying in fetal position on the cold, tiled floor. She came to fix me up later and apologized.

I realized it was just becoming a routine.

One of us fell apart, and had to pick up the other.

It had to be over soon... This stupid suffering... It had to.

I helped her cut up most of the issues with my aching finger, her suddenly pausing as she saw one of Mystique Doll's magazines. I didn't even pay it any mind. In fact, I wanted to cut it up myself.

"Yuu... Are you gay?"

Now I paused. I looked at her, my mind saying more than my expression could.

Her face turned red. "I'm sorry, nothing to like... Throw on you. I was just wondering because... I don't know... The modeling issues and I just... Okay, never mind. You tell me when you're ready."

She began to snip up the magazine as fast she could, throwing it in the bag. I continued my magazine, finishing it up, too.

After awhile, all that was left were her makeup magazines that she hesitated on. "Ugh, just cut 'em. I'm still gonna be ugly, anyways."

And we finished in the next five minutes.

"Put it over by her supplies, would you," she sighed, handing me the bag. Terminator already was hissing at me as I approached her little territory to place her new "litter" over by the rest of her supplies. I picked her up, forcing her to like me. "Want some dinner?" my mother offered casually, stretching her back. There was no denying the baby bump starting to grow.

I stared at it, pursing my lips. "Okay."

I helped her cook, eating half the things along the way. I was returning to my old habits. She was joining me, too. It was the only way to get me to crack a smile. I let her play her ridiculous old playlist with all the music that made me cringe so she could musically finish her job.

She couldn't sing. Now I was laughing.

"Get me the salt."

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"Don't sing your directions," I laughed, passing her the container.

"Buzzkill," she poked me.

I guess it wasn't that bad. I just had to appreciate moments like those while they were there.

We were both nearly asleep on the couch after dinner, watching Terminator goof off with the carpet. Her tiny limbs were surprisingly getting her far. I guess she wasn't all that bad. I still despised her.

No matter what we fought about, she still needed someone to lay next to when she slept, so I rested next to her on the couch, poking her little baby bump.

"Really?" she murmured, half asleep.

"Mhm."

"Are you mad?" she whispered, sighing lightly.

"No... I demand a little sister, though."

She chuckled, tugging the blanket up higher. "I'll try, Yuu."

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2 AM.

Something woke me. I sat up, guarding my mother the first instinct on my mind. It was Terminator, dashing across the floor at a mile a minute like she usually did...

"Shithead," I whispered, my heart pounding. But a noise outside stirred me, made me nervous. My throat tightened at the patter at the door, wind howling loudly. My mom still lay fast asleep.

The blizzard sounded painful just to my ears. God knows if there were some homeless person at the door, coming for cereal again. I used to see them all of the time. I slid from behind my mom on the sofa, tucking her back in under the thick comforters. Terminator ran between my feet, nearly tripped me. I was tempted just to kick her across the floor.

I went to the door, wind gusting me in the face as the rectangular structure opened up to the icy storm.

My eyes focused, and my breath escaped me.

"Yuu."

A gash lay under his eye, snow sticking to the wound and freezing over the sanguine scar. His hair was festooned with snowflakes, nearly frozen all over. I was used to seeing bright blues, not dull grays and pink sclerae. He trembled, looking nothing but guilty with cuts and bruises all over his small hands. When I saw him in my old, ragged hoodie, and worn down sweatpants with my bag slouched over his shoulders, memories poured in my head and drowned my brain.

His name ghosted from my lips, the syllables and the sounds just feeling so unreal in the moment. He was there... Really there... I pulled him into my arms, every ounce of emotion I'd bottled in for this boy coming out of me. I squeezed him so tightly, tears pouring out of my eyes filled with disbelief.

He was so cold... So fragile... But he was here... Really here.