Random Writings and Drabbles ((Complete and Incomplete))

Untitled Part 9

Where did I go wrong today?

 I think to myself. Mentally I sum up the whole day up to this point.

It started out as an average Friday. Waking up at 5am to check my notifications, getting in the shower at 5:30, forgetting my clothes and having to run down the hall to my room, getting dressed in the weirdest outfit anyone could dream off, putting on a light layer of lip gloss, throwing on my playlist and jamming out as I pack my bag, then finally the hell hole knows as school. Everything was normal, my routine not faltering even once as I walked down the hall ways to my classes that I for some reason enjoyed. Then again it started out as a normal day. Upon arriving home I see my mom hanging from the ceiling with a note. After that I ran, I ran and ran till I couldn't run anymore. I just could't handle the fact that my single mother hung herself and kept lying to myself saying ti was just a nightmare with each step I took. When I was out of strength, when I could no longer run anymore I found myself at my comfort spot. It was a high up, forgotten part of the two. It had old railing to prevent people from falling off of the man made incline but it had long since rusted since it was originally made. Only where I had started to replace to with my spare money from pay checks had it looked nice. That's when I saw her, my classmate Neo Hatomi there but she wasn't normal. 

I stare at shock at the normally red haired girl. Her hair is now silver, and much longer. Her looks did a 360, the normally shoulder length red hair now at least knee length and silver, her eyes that used to be a shocking purple have toned down to a light purple, her normally plain outfit swapped for an elegant one I can't begin to describe, lips a dark red hue and fuller then before to say, and to top it off she has an elegant crown sitting atop her head with yellow ribbons tied undereath snowflakes.  Then most of all the clear wings that sit on her back, only visible from the faint purple hue at the tips of each feather, or what I assume is a feather, that leaves her with this kind of purple glow around her. It both fascinates and frightens me, leaving me want to run and stay to find more out.  Though I try to figure out how I knew it was Hatomi-chan. She doesn't look like herself, none of her trademark objects are with her, her face features changed, so how the hell did I know it was her. This question escapes my lips before I can stop it.

"Hatomi-chan? Is that you? " Of course I let it slip out, my voice even comes out with a slight quiver to. She looks at me with tears in her eyes, just seeing that phases me. 

"Yumana-chan? " She questions me as well, using my last name like everyone does. No one can really call me my first without being disrespectful. "I-I'm sorry. About your mother and all. I can assure you she is in a better place now, I escorted her soul there. Hopefully it stays that way, with it being so tainted. " The last part is a low mutter, at my distance it scares me I can hear it. 

"Hatomi.... what do you mean by that? You escorted her soul. " The wind blows, making my bangs blow into my face and the dead leaves fly into the space between us. When is clears she is still looking mt me, the tears silently rolling down her face as a pained smile rests on her face. "It is time you remember who you are Reinea, or as I should say Qai. " Her sorrow filled words confuse me, well until a massive headache, or migraine I could even say, hits me hard. It gave no warning, blurring my vision with the sudden onslaught of pain. Neo, if that is her real name, walks over to my slightly curled up figure.

"Neyoko. " The voice is't my own, nor Neo's. And who is this Neyoko person. Even through my burred vision I could see the worry spread into the light purple eyes of the girl in front of me. Another wave of pain washes over me, making me let out a small wine, eye nearly fully closing. A pair of soft hands pulls y face up with a gentle harshness.

I try to talk, ask Neo what the hell she is doing but my lips won't move. This makes me uneasy, and a bit nervous. I've never heard of someone not being able to talk from a migraine before. Hopefully my 

My eyes snap open to see that Neo's are closed, and that she is muttering something I can't hear even at this close distance. When the muttering stops she leans forward, her lips meeting mine. I mentally scream, to think my first kiss lost to a fellow female. One I don't know well at that, it wasn't on accident to which makes it ten, no twenty times worse. Still for some reason I enjoy it a bit, my eyelids dropping down to cover my pink orbs. The peaceful moment, or maybe the sanity in insanity, is interrupted by something slatering on my clothing