On Point {OHSHC}

Two; Comatose

I hadn't gone to school the rest of the week out of fear of running into the host club. The thought of them terrified me. I knew that I had to go to school tomorrow or my father would be suspicious, the school had already called him to report my three missed days of school. He had in turn called the manor and asked if I was sick. I had lied to him and said that I had a cold.  I couldn't bear to tell him the truth, how I had given away the point shoes Mama had given me.

In other news he was scheduled to return from his trip in a few days and he had arranged for me to visit mama today at the hospital. It would be my last chance to see her before her next surgery. I paused my typing opting to focus on something other than my history report. I was supposed to work on it with Haruhi but after what had transpired I couldn't face her. I supposed that maybe a little bit of dancing would help lift my spirits.

Smiling at the thought I went to my closet to change into the proper attire. I changed into the ensemble quickly grabbing another pair of shoes as I left my room. The trip to the dance hall was quick even though I stopped to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen. There was a smile on my face as I entered the familiar room.

The dance hall was a large part of the reason we had bought this estate. when we first expanded to japan when Mama was pregnant with me they had looked at manors that were bigger but this house had a dance studio from the previous owners. Father had tried to convince Mama that we could build our own but she loved this place even if she no longer performed. With tall mirrors on three walls, a beautiful mural of the forest on the other, and a large crystal chandelier the room calmed me. The only change that had been made to the room was adding the bars, a few benches, and a stereo. Even now as I placed my bag near the benches I felt the stress of the past few days leave me behind.

I laced up my shoes and walked over to the stereo selecting a slower song to warm up with. It was an emotional arrangement fitting the last week perfectly. I smiled as the music buzzed through my body lighting me up with a pleasant electricity that only came from moments like this. 

I was taking a drink from my water bottle when the maid entered the studio. She waited until I had finished my water to speak to me. "Miss Liliana there's a classmate here to see you, she says she wanted to talk to you about a project you have." For a moment I was confused I didn't have a project with anyone except Haruhi and she dressed as a boy, but who else could it have been. I sighed and turned off the stereo. "I'll meet them in the parlor on the first floor." The maid nodded before leaving to prepare the parlor. 

I made my way to the parlor at a leisurely pace. I didn't bother to change out of my dancing attire, after all if it was Haruhi I would only be meeting her long enough to ask her to leave me alone. I stepped into the parlor to have my suspicions confirmed as Haruhi looked up at me from where she was seated on the couch. I closed the door behind me ignoring Haruhi as I made my way to the couch opposite her. I sat down my gaze locked on the window behind her. 

Haruhi sighed seemingly sensing my animosity towards her. "I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore but please at least do our project with me." I looked at Haruhi as she finished her statement somewhat surprised at how desperate she sounded, it made me feel guilty. " I've finished the essay portion of our report if you want to compile the powerpoint together." My voice was rushed as I spoke betraying my nervousness at agreeing to work with her for at least this project. 

Her face lit up and she smiled instantly agreeing to my proposal, it was a few moments before her face grew serious again. "I wanted to apologize for what happened with the host club." I sighed at the reminder tapping my fingers on my thigh as the silence grew thick. It would be hard to work on our project if we had this constantly hanging over our heads. It was with a heavy heart that I realized the truth.

"Haruhi It wasn't your fault. If I hadn't come to meet you early none of this would have happened." She looked shocked at my words and opened her mouth to argue only for me to cut her off. "I don't forgive the host club but you tried to get them to leave me alone, and for that I need to thank you...So thank you for trying to defend me Haruhi" She nodded and extended her hand for me to shake "Friends then." I smiled and clasped her hand in mine "Friends."

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I hated the hospital, I had never been fond of them as a child but now with our circumstances I had grown to truly hate them with a passion. I sat down on the hard plastic chair next to my mother in her comatose state I wouldn't be able to talk to her, instead I brought out my stationary and a pen. I didn't know when or if she would wake up  but I still wanted to tell her about the last few weeks so I was going to write her a letter, there was a whole box of them at home under my bed and though it was strange I felt most comfortable writing to her whilst in her presence. The heart monitors steady rhythm blended with the sound of pen on paper as I narrated the words as I wrote them. While there was no way to know if it was true some of the doctors had encouraged speaking to my mother as the voices of their loved ones soothed comatose patients.

 I wrote of school and making friends with Haruhi and also that I'd had an altercation with one of the clubs at school. I didn't write of losing my shoes, how could I? They had been a gift from my mother the last one she had given me before the incident, I couldn't tell her that I had given them away. Instead i told her of father how even though he hand't been to visit her in four months and I hadn't seen him in just as long that he was doing well, in business at least, i couldn't speak for his health. I apologized, told her how I missed her, and that it was all my fault, how I would change things if I could, how I wished it was I lying in that bed and not her. But most of all I told her that I loved her. 

I signed my name at the end of the letter and folded it in thirds to later be put into an envelope and be placed in the box under my bed. I hoped that one day she would come home and I could give her the box of letters. I sat there for a long time afterwards one hand folded in my lap and one hand grasping my mothers. I only left as my driver arrived to fetch me from the lobby after the doctors had taken my mother to the surgical wing.