P.O.V.: Raiden
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
The lifeless look upon her face after I tried to apologize.
What had I done?
Never before today had I ever thought of Melody being more than my best friend. And I still can't think of her like that. Then why the fuck did I do that to her?
I wish I could go back in time and stop myself. I had hurt her. I saw it in the gleam of her eyes whenever the light caught on her unshed tears. I had hurt her somehow with my actions today. I just wish I knew what action had hurt her so much.
I wish I had the courage to turn around and go back to her house. I wish I could hug her and apologize to her until I couldn't talk anymore.
I killed me when I hurt her.
She was the only person who ever believed in me. The only person to accept that I wasn't perfect. The only person to understand me; to know the real me.
She was the one I could always go to with my problems. She's the one that would always welcome me with a hug. She was the one to bring me back from my darkest times. My best friend.
She couldn't be anymore than that to me.
It was illogical.
It was impossible.
It would completely fuck up the great friendship we have going.
A horn blasted through my thoughts as I slammed hard on my brakes. "Fuck!" I hissed as I lurched forward, the seat belt catching me and pulling me back.
A man flipped me the bird as he drove past me, nearly hitting my car.
Did I...?
Did I almost crash?
What just happened?
I shook my head and sighed. I need to pay attention. Stop thinking about Melody. I need to get home safely so I can care about her later.
I eased to a stop in the driveway of my house. The window to the dining room shone with light, showing me that my family had already begun dinner.
Next to Melody, my family was the best thing in my life.
My mother was beautiful and sweet. Though she had times were she wasn't the greatest mother, she was mymother. And I loved her. She had light brown hair and vibrant green eyes. And an obession with names with Japanese origins. Raiden meant "thunder" and Koto meant "harp."
Koto's name fit her perfectly.
She was gorgeous and elegant. Like a harp. She was unique and had her own melody of life. She didn't act and dress like most young tween girls do. Her heart beat along with the music of symphonies. Her soul danced among pictures. She would be photographer some day.
My father was the only thing that made my family imperfect.
He was hateful. He never did want a son. He judged me constantly; he grounded me once for getting a89% on a Maths quiz. But what ticked me off the most was that he hated Melody.
He hated her with a passion.
He would insult her and put her down. He would glare at her whenever she was over.
And he doesn't even have a reason as to why he would do that.
I shook my head again. Fuck. I was spacing out all over the place! I needed to get a fucking hold of myself! I had to drive Koto and Melody to school tomorrow! If they got hurt because I wasn't paying attention, I would kill myself.
Literally.
I stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut. The sound echoed down the street. The night was dark except for the occasional porch light and the flickering streetlight three houses down. The wind began to pick up and swirled around me. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up.
A churing in my stomach made me frown. Sighing out my nose, I walked into the house. Koto looked up and gave me a sweet smile. My mother greeted me with a soft "hello." Then there was my father.
I was greeted with his glare.
"What made you so late?" he growled.
"I dropped off Melody. Then came home. It's the same amount of time every trip, Father. It should be no surprise to you it takes 45 minutes to get her home," I told him.
He just scowled at me, sitting down at the table, turning his back to me. I shook my head slowly and began walking up the stairs to my room.
"Where are you going?" Koto called out, slightly angered I was skipping dinner.
"Not hungry, Koto. I'm not feeling too well."
It wasn't a lie. The churning in my stomach had only gotten worse since I came into the house. A dizziness started to buzz about my mind. Something's not right...
Groaning, I flopped down on my bed, burying my face into the pillow. I stayed like that for a few minutes, feeling as my breath warmed the fabric as I breathed. With a heavy sigh, I rolled over and faced the ceiling, where a picture of Mel and I was.
Her smiling face. Her bleach blond, shoulder-length hair. Her dark gray eyes.
She was nothing short of beautiful.
She was my best friend.
And I loved her.
As a friend.
Yeah. As a friend. Only a friend... Maybe a sister... Definitely a sister.
I groaned again and covered my face with my hands. A headache was washing over along with the dizziness. And my stomach was still churning. Something's not right...
The pain in her eyes.
The silence of her voice.
The stiffness of her body when I hugged her.
The chill of her glance.
The hurt she must be suffering.
It's all my fault.
And that was when I leaned over my bed and threw up.
