The sun illuminated my body, I hadn't slept again last night. I kept thinking of Ash, and all our beautiful memories. All the things of the past, My parents, if you could even call them that. My Uncle, that horrid monster. The Maids who sat outside the door listening and never helping. If I was bleeding they closed their eyes. If I was listening, they shut their mouths. If I was screaming, they would plug their ears. Ash, the love of my life, the only light I ever had. Mr. and Mrs. Hashimoto, the ones who thought I never loved him. Lastly, the host club, the ones who granted Ash's wish.
I moved out of bed and sat at my desk. The papers were so neatly organized. The pens were out, ready for use. Thinking of all the words I ever wanted to say to anyone, I uncapped the pen. The movements of my hands writing out the final words of my life.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hashimoto,
If you are reading this, I am in one of two places. I am either beside your son in heaven, or I have found my way to hell. Truly, I had loved him, and I take full responsibility for his death. Had I not called him that night he would still be here. Even though you had not liked my riches, had not liked my personality, and had not liked my eyes, there was nothing I could do to change. If I could turn back time, I would have never made that phone call. Even though you hadn't liked me, I loved the warmth of your family and I hadn't wanted to take it away. That night, you may not know this, but like any other, I had a reason, I had killed two people. It is true what they say when they call me a psychopath, I had lost my sanity years ago. You lost a son, and I lost my Fiance. He had never told you, had he? That day was the two year anniversary of our dating. He proposed to me a month before he died. He promised to take me away from this life, from it all. I hadn't cared if we were rich, or if we were poor. I just wanted him. Although, you may still not approve of me, please accept this apology. I am sorry I caused him to go out that night, I'm sorry that it was my fault he died that night. I'm sorry for everything, but I fulfilled his last wish, and I hope you are happy with that.
Sorry for it all,
Aspen Kudo
Dear Host Club Members,
Hello! looks like I'm dead.
Mitsukuni, I lied to you. About everything, I lied. I was still cutting, but it was worse. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't truly smile. But, you never saw through it did you? Guess that's my fault though, I just became good at being a lifeless doll.
Tamaki, Maybe you're right, I am a psychopath. I think maybe you had remembered just a little at the moment. The fact that I killed my Uncle, your father should know.
Haruhi, Thanks for calling me a friend but you know that night, had you drowned in the ocean, I wouldn't have cared. For me, you all were never important.
Kaoru, you knew right? That the smiles weren't quite right. You knew, because I saw the way you looked at me in disgust.
Kyoya, Looks like you got all your information. If not talk to Mr. Suoh I'm sure he'd help lots in filling you in.
Takashi, I'm the same age as you, you giant. Looks like you didn't protect everyone. Even Mitsukuni's hurt right now. Thanks a lot.
Hikaru, You knew I wasn't right, like Kaoru knew. I was off, you always looked at me questioningly. Oh, and you two wouldn't ever win the game. A person who isn't even afraid of death, has no true fear.
My real name is Aspen Kudo, psychopathic killer who shot her Uncle. My parents are the head of the Kudo company. I fulfilled Ash's wish. Sorry you never knew, Guess I just got good at faking it.
I put the pens down and folded the letters into their envelopes. I was finally free, to do as I wish. Mr. and Mrs. Kudo didn't need a letter. They hadn't liked me since the day I was born. Why they kept me was a mystery all on it's own. Though I guess I never really needed to know. Putting the letters on the end table, i walked to the bathroom. Grabbing my biggest unused razor I went to my bed. I lied down on my back and looked at the ceiling. A picture of Ash was taped to it, reminding me that I only needed him. Taking the razor I placed a nice vertical cut on my wrist; one on each, of course. Closing my eyes with a smile on my face I waited. Feeling the warm liquid flow into pools on the bed. My consciousness slipped away. For now I may rest in peace.
Good bye Life. Hello Ash.
Sneak Peak at the next chapter!!!
The host club had just visited Haruhi's house. It was around noon, when Haruhi remembered something. They hadn't been to Ash's house. They didn't even know where he lived. The twins and Tamaki were talking about it when she remembered about the visit to a friend over here. The room number was 005. Redirecting the boys to that house, they knocked on the door.
"Just a second." A woman's voice called from behind the old oak door. Waiting there patiently for the woman to answer, Hani, and Haruhi, got a bad feeling. "Ah, sorry bout that. How may I help you?" A woman who looked no more than 35 answered the door, with a smile.
"Hi! My name is Haruhi, Haruhi Fujioka. My dad and I live upstairs, and we are friends of Ash's." Haruhi said politely taking in the change of expression on the woman's face.
"Friends of Ash's you say. Well, come on in. He hardly gets visitors anymore." Her smile had faded at the thought of her dead son. The woman lead them over to the small shrine in her house. "There he is." She politely extended her arm out at the shrine. "Stay as long as you like." she turned away. "Oh, I almost forgot. Hello, My name is Akira Hashimoto, Ash's mom."
A/N: Hello lovelies..So I don't have a description of my story. IDK why. Wattpad glitched out I guess. I also have no tags, so sorry, I have to fix that. Anyway... Yeah here's the update. Don't worry I'm not done yet. I love you all.
Shout out to Riina-chan and Marinosuke for guessing. Love you all...I already said that..okay..... BYE!!!!
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