If Only

2. You again!?

A/N: Hey lovelies! Just like I mentioned in the author's note before, this story will be taken place in the Main character's (played by you) flashbacks which leads to where she is today. Enjoy!!

________________

*Flashback*

Your POV:

Heading outside, I check to see if my clothes are dry yet. To my surprise they are although they're cold, they're still dry which is good enough for me. Making my way into the house, I slip my clothes on and grab my backpack strutting towards the door once again. A sigh escapes my lips before closing the door behind me. With my mind blank, I begin my journey to the school. On the way, I see parents with their children, laughing and smiling. 'Hah. Just wait until you grow up.' I thought as I rolled my eyes. All people do in this world is abuse you. Humans are filthy creatures. I'm ashamed to be associated with the same race as them.

~

Making my way inside the school, I decided that I would finally do it at lunchtime again- or at least try to do it again. With my mind still blank I strut towards the staircase, stopping in my tracks when I'm met with an all too familiar face. I huff as I swayed passed them and continued my walk to the classroom. Not long after, they walked into the classroom, followed by a herd of students and the teacher. Not even glancing at me, they made their way towards their seat in front of me. Once again, my gaze was focused on whatever was outside the window.

I felt a tap on my desk forcing me to look for the solution to the cause. A bunch of papers were passed faced in my direction. The person in front of me- although not looking at me, was handing me a bunch of papers.

"Miss. Saotome, please take a paper and pass them on." The teacher's voice spoke, snapping me out of my daze. "Yeah, yeah." I replied, passing the papers along to the person next to me. I proceeded to stare outside the window ignoring everything the teacher was saying. After a long period of waiting, the lunch bell finally rang.

~

I took one more short moment admiring the view from outside of the window before I packed my bag, heading to the rooftop of the school. I opened the door, this time making sure no one was there. Once the coast was clear, I proceeded to my usual spot on the edge of the rooftop. Today's weather is different from yesterday's. It's much more clear and sunny than the gloomy, cloudy weather yesterday.

"Back again, are we?" A voice asked which sounded all too familiar. "You again!?" I exclaimed as I turned to face the owner of the voice. They were smoking a cigarette, just like they had been yesterday. I turned to face my original position again, this time having something to say. "You know that's not good for you right? Not that I care." I spoke my mind. Smoking is what killed the only person who ever cared for me. The only person who ever loved me. I hated smoking with a passion.

"What's it to you?" They retorted, mocking me from yesterday's conversation. I heard their footsteps inch closer towards my spot. "Touché." I responded, still looking in front of me. A chuckle escaped my lips. 'Man, they really are something, aren't they?' I thought to myself. I saw their smoke flow with the wind as I looked out at the view.

"What's wrong with me smoking?" They finally asked. This was the first thing they'd asked, still not caring about me wanting to jump. Why would they? I don't know them and they definitely don't know me. A sigh escaped my lips. Should I tell them? Eh what the heck? They won't remember it nor will they care. Plus I won't be here for them to make fun of, so why not?

"Well, since this is my last conversation with you, I may as well tell you," I stopped for a moment before taking a breath and looking away to my left. "Smoking killed the only person who ever cared for me. The only person who ever loved me. It's not that I care about what you do or that you smoke, I just hate cigarettes." I finally replied, remembering back to when they were gasping for air before they took their last breath, dying in my arms.