"Dreams That Show Their Ugly Heads" "Hurry up Nashi! We've got to hit two others yet!" "Ah know Ah know, ah'm... OWWW!" "What happened?! Are you okay?!" "Ma ankle, ah tripped on tha leg of tha desk, oww, ah think ah twisted ma ankle... owww..." "Mak..." "Go on ahead you two! I'll get him out of here." "Ah can't walk, arrghh... ah need ta get to tha hospital." "Put your arm around my shoulder, I'll get you outside, c'mon!" "..." "Hey you two! What the hell is goin' on??? Where's my money??" Smack! "Ah had nothin' to do with it sir! It waz all her fault!" "Her? That looks like a boy ta me... you is a boy, ain't ya? Even if yah're not, I'll treat yah like one." Smack! Crash! Thud! ------------------------------------------------- A young chestnut haired girl sat straight up in her bed, sweat dripping off her forehead, her breathing inconsistent and heavy. Covering her face with her hands and growling in frustration, she swung her long scarred legs over the side of the bed and bent over trying to regain her composure. There was no light in the room, aside from the glow of the numbers of the alarm clock to the left of the bed. The room was hardly quiet; with a fan buzzing in the corner and a radio playing soft music across from the bed. Despite that, the teenager felt as though she could hear the smallest pin drop on a bed of the softest pillows. Looking around the room through squinted eyes, she willed herself to adjust to the darkness. After a few moments, she stood up making her way quietly to the door. She opened the squeaky door as gently as possible, in order to not wake up her light sleeping guardian down the hall. Tiptoeing down the carpeted hallway and entering the bathroom in a similar ghostly fashion, the tall and slim form stopped in front of the sink. After turning the faucet on cold, she began splashing her face with the water, trying to wash away the remnants of the nightmare. Allowing emerald eyes to focus, she looked into the mirror and began to study the form before her, as if looking for some sort of answer. A disheveled looking teen stared back through sweaty and matted chestnut and brown hair. She was no more or less than 5 feet and 9 inches, wearing a torn System of a Down t-shirt and faded dark green shorts. Her face wore years of pain, which showed even more in the early morning wake. The body was slim and lanky, with the exception of the slightly large breasts bulging in the t-shirt. Were it not for the breasts, one would quickly assume that this was a boy they were staring at. Scars marred across the legs and under the shirt, coupled with hair that was not any lower than the jaw line on her face. "Figures you had to dream about that. Just when things might be going your way, you have to bring up things from the past." After a deep breath, the girl continued. "Just push it back down Mako, there's nothing you can do about it now." Brushing back her matted hair away from her face, Kino Makoto looked back down at the sink and sighed. 'Life is always intolerable. At least it's less so now, than it was then. Try to be positive for once, you dolt!'
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