Here comes the Sun (open)

[Rose]

I walked around the Campus Grounds, happy to be outside for a little while and feel the nice air. Even if the sun wasn't shining it was still better than being locked up inside with only my thoughts and the crazy people around me to keep me company. The wind blew just a bit and some of the clouds were nudged out of the way for a ray of sunlight to get through. I watched it with interest as a sat in the grass, my uniform getting a little damp from what little dew was in the grass.

For once in a great while, I could think of the peaceful times when I was little and smile a little. Back then things had been so lovely and nice, before my brain started become my own worst enemy and life became a living nightmare when I didn't know if I was in charge of my body and my actions or that other thing was... if that other thing wasn't really just me in some twisted form. I still wasn't sure about that. Actually, the whole though of what happened when my memory went fuzzy and everything seemed clear, yet so horribly hazy terrified me to no end. I knew that just made it worse, but I couldn't stop. How can one stop from thinking about things that happen so often?

I knew there were circles under my eyes from a lack of sleep, but when I did sleep, I had nightmares about... things. And then I woke up with the most God-awful headaches. Some people wake up and thank the gods for existence. Like the people of a book I once read called Discworld, I blame them. Couldn't they have picked someone else to torture? Someone who didn't have an ideal life to ruin? At least other kids weren't as loved as I was!

But, getting angry just made things worse. Self-pity just made me sad. I had to push that aside and look to the future at this place and hope that whatever was wrong in my brain would heal. Yes... then I could see Father again... and visit Mother's grave.

I winced as another headache stabbed it's way into my brain and stood up unsteadily to see if there was anyone around that could get me an advil. One of those teachers was always hovering around...

[Haru]

A thunder cloud drifted into the sky, reflecting Kira's mood. God, I hate it when she gets like this, trying to break out even when the teachers are watching. We both love thunder storms, but today there's something wrong. Probably a tornado somewhere not far from here. And it's probably just ripping through the forests that surround this desolate place for 45 miles in every direction. I feel for the trees, but they have it better than we do. Living free, the wind blowing all around them....no aggressive alter egos... and their friends won't ever leave, or go anywhere. They'll always be together, never to be apart. Almost romantic, I guess. If trees do in fact feel emotions. That's why I'm in here though. I got in an argument about something that trivial, and the kid never woke up again. Though he was on the enemy team, and irritable cause I just beat his team in the championship.
Well, back to the present. Why do I always drag on about stuff like that? Because you think that bull is important. Now will you please let me out? Please,please, please Hatsuharu? A bit violent today aren't we? No way Kira, no way. They'll put me in isolation if you kill someone. Sometimes I actually say the things I talk about with Kira. Those moments are embarrassing, and in the confusion she'll try to take control. Not today though. Hey, its a person. She looks like she has a headache or something. I have some Tylenol grape chewy tablets, maybe I should offer her some? Yeah, I think I'll do that. Walking,walking,walking. Wind blowing through my hair and around my body. Like the trees, except I actually have hair. I guess leaves could count though.
Okay. I'm at the bench she's sitting on. Digging through my pockets, found it! Tylenol grape chewy tablets! Who cares if their for kids. I take them, and they taste better than the ice cream at this prison. I held them out. "I take 6 and that gets rid of my headaches. These work better than a hot bath and a cup of hot cocoa." I put the Tylenol on the bench beside her, but tripped when I was about to sit by her. RIP! My skin burns! There's a big gash on my left shin. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot! Darnit, Kira, you made me do that didn't you?!Right as always darling! Oh, how I love the sound of tearing skin and rushing blood. I'm so lucky to have a mental roommate. And a sadistic, masochistic one too! I brought my bruised, torn, and bleeding shin up, sitting like a small child. A single tear slid down my pale face, Darn, it hurts so much. My whole figure shudders as my body thinks I will start crying. And I am. Very quietly. God, it hurts more than a broken leg. I'll reach into my purse and grab the bandages and medical tape, wrap 'em around my leg and tape it so it doesn't come off. But it still hurts. And I'm still crying. My pale figure, shuddering and shaking as my breathing became heavy. I wish you couldn't get cuts and gashes like this. They hurt too darn much!Blood is trickling down my leg, towards my sneakers. Then god I have red socks on today, along with my multi-colored sneakers. With white laces. Maybe I could use the blood and dye them pink....

[Rose]

When the girl set the Tylenol beside me I thanked God, Buddha and all those holy people for bringing me one person who was willing to be nice. I picked the pills up with a shaking hand and swallowed them all in one gulp, not bothering to chew them up. No time for chewing, I needed the pain gone now. My eyes followed the girl as she walked around me, and then tripped and hurt herself.

Wow. What sort of stuff did they have her hopped up on? Or was she naturally clumsey? That'd be nice...

The blood trickled down her leg like a stream going down a mountain... a stream with a lot of iron in it. Blood... so much blood... Why are people so filled with that stuff? Couldn't the body come up with something more efficient that didn't come out so easily? Animals too. I wondered if angels bled. After all, the girl had to be an angel to give me medicine when not even the adults would.

I tried to smile, lifting the corners of my mouth appropriately and everything, but my face always looked weird that way. Faces stretch a little too oddly, especially mine. My face fell to it's normal expression. "Thank you," I said quietly, "Are you okay?"

That sounded bad. The ribbon of blood down her leg proved she wasn't okay at all. Though, the girl was fixing that. Maybe she was okay. She looked prepared for that sort of thing. Maybe she was used to hurting herself.

Maybe not. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my legs around them, enjoying the wind blowing through my hair. Such nice weather. I glanced around for some help for the girl and then decided that would be a bad idea. Bananas! I would kill for a banana.

[Haru]

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a few bruises. I'll be better in no time at all, just always kinda clumsy." I looked up at her and smiled, finishing taping up the bandage around my leg. Just gotta remember, do not bend my leg. It'll take a good half week to heal, that is if you don't try anything funny to reopen it.Now why on earth would I do that? It would hurt you and me. On second thought... I mentally shoved her to the back of my mind. Jeez, how I loathe Kira. Its unexplainable just how much I detest her. But whatever. Oh, wait. I want some water. I'll just lift the water out of my purse.....oh, its heavy. I'm not that mentally strong. Darn. I'll have to lift it out normally. With my hands and arms instead of telekinetically. But I'm getting good at lifting other stuff out. Like bubble gum! I lift that out and offer it to her, not only because its the nice thing to do, but because Kira hates kindness. And I hate Kira, so it all works out for me. Not her though. Your so mean to me.You deserve it Kira. The bubble gum flew up to my right hand, extended towards the girl. She has a cute smile.......its so awkward, but so adorable at the same time!"You want some bubblegum? My names Haru." I smiled sheepishly.

[Rose]

My eyes widened in surprise at the offer of bubblegum. I'd never really chewed bubblegum before. Mom said it was such an unhealthy thing to do with rotting teeth. I pictured holes in my already weird teeth and felt very sad for a moment because the gum smelled sooo good. It smelled delicious and good and tasty and if I ate it, I'd get rotten teeth.

My head began to hurt again. Why'd stuff like that always have to happen to me? When would those pills kick in? I needed the headache gone. Headaches usually mean something bad would happen... like an episode. I really didn't need to go crazy around a new friend. I really didn't need to go crazy around a new friend. I really didn't need--

I took a deep breath and shook my head. Good. A decision. Then I realized my hand was half-extended to take the gum and I pulled it back towards me with all my willpower.

"It rots your teeth," I said nervously, hoping against hope that she'd understand. A slight chuckle escaped my lips and then I coughed to get rid of that thing. She'd think I was making fun of her or something. Not. A. Good. Thing. At. All. Especially not around my new friend.

[Haru]

"I actually think that parents just tell you that stuff to scare you, but if you don't want any that's okay." Two bubblegum pieces rose from the pack, then it drifted back down to my purse. I caught the bubblegum, and unwrapped it. Sticking the bubblegum in my mouth, I smiled up at her, and went on to stand and moving to the bench beside her. She had the cutest nervous look on her face, and I just wanted to reach over to her and hug her! "Again, My name's Hatsuharu. Whats your name? If you don't want to tell me that's okay too." Haru. You with your freakin politeness.[/i]Kira, would you kindly shove off? No reply greeted me, and I turned back and grinned at her. I wonder if there will be pie tonight at dinner? They would probably mess that up though...... I wonder if I'm always this spontaneous? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I wonder about this stuff a lot I guess. I probably have that weird,strange, funny thinking-on-a-different-planet look on my face right now. I guess I'll come back to earth now, and get that funny look off my face. Oh, that's a cold wind a-blowing Mr. Frost. Hey, wasn't one of the teachers at my old school named that? I'm pretty sure that I was failing that class. But out of the past. Man, maybe I really am spontaneous.