Sugar Suicide | By : SMAngelKitty Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 4044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Sugar
Suicide - Summing Up
Author: AngelKitty
This is a story
about the way some teenagers tend to feel, and the measures they take to rid
themselves of those feelings.
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~Monday~
Ø I will remember you
Ø Will you remember me?
Ø Don't let your life pass you by
Ø Weep not for the memories
Gray clouds darkened the sunny sky as a young girl walked down the
street. Droplets of rain fell upon her paper and she sighed to herself, for it
was yet another failed test.
She’d been failing many lately. Her grades and her activities
were very poor, as was her self-esteem. She just couldn’t stay awake long
enough in class, and her attention span was close to nothing. Her teachers
fumed at her every single day, in front of everyone. She just couldn’t get
through a period without snoozing or dazing off. The problems, equations, and
questions just never made sense. To others, it was obvious, but she just
couldn’t do it.
Maybe the reason she was always falling asleep was because of her
late nights up. If it wasn’t her father yelling at her, it was her Senshi
duties.
For over a year now, Serena had also been known as Sailor Moon,
the champion of love, and of justice. She thought that maybe, the pain of it
all would never end.
What made it worse was that a little over a month ago, her mother,
Ilene Tsukino, age 37, died in a DWI case. The man that hit her was the one
that was intoxicated, but he survived the crash with no more than a little
spill on his pants from the beer he had been holding in his hand. Serena was
there when it happened. She had just gotten one of the 7 rainbow crystals.
Ø Remember the good times that we had?
Ø I let them slip away from us when things
got bad
Ø How clearly I first saw you smilin' in the
sun
Ø Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be
the one
A tear ran down Serena’s cheek, as she remembered that night
clearer than daylight. Ami, or Sailor Mey, hy, had taken a hard hit to the arm
by one of Zoecite’s rose petals, though she was all right. All the girls
pitched in to cover her wound by tearing their skirts. Once her wound was
covered, Serena inspected the little item she had just stolen from Zoecite’s
grasp. It was a dark blue color, very beautiful. boutbout matched the color of
Ami’s eyes.
As Serena placed it in her space pocket for safekeeping, she heard
a squeal from skidding rubber nearby. A car came swirling around the corner,
and then, a familiar scream reached Serena’s ears.
Serena had ran down to the scene, followed by all of her loyal Senshi.
The man stumbled out of his car, moaning and complaining about the spilt drink.
Serena hurried down to the front of the man’s car, but she couldn’t hold back
the tears when she saw her mother, squashed in between the car, and a large oak
tree.
“Mom!” Serena had called, choking on her tears. She ran to her
side, but nearly froze in shock when she realized she had been standing in her
mother’s own blood. She looked up at her mother, tears streaming down her face.
“Mom…” she whispered lightly. Her mother looked tearfully up at her.
“Sailor Moon?” She said as a little blood spilled from her lips
from the strain she had to use on herself to speak. Serena almost cried. While
holding her mother’s hand, she quickly deformed out of her Senshi form, and
back to her normal self, as Serena, Ilene Tsukino’s daughter. Ilene’s eyes went
wide.
“I’m sorry I never told you mom.” Serena choked, “but I didn’t
want you to get scared, or hurt, or worry about me…” She trailed off. Ilene’s
smiled lightly.
“I was just walking down to the store, for some sugar…for your
chocolate cake…”
“Mom, don’t talk.” Serena begged. Ilene smiled gently.
“I love you sweetie.” She said lightly. Serena began to sob,
“I love you too Mom.” She managed. Serena reached up to grip her
own heart, for it felt as if it were about to burst. A weak smile crossed
Ilene’s lips. She cringed a bit, and then began to fight for strength to stay
alive, “Sweetie.” She began to cough.
“Mom, please stop talking.” Serena begged, seeing her mother
become even paler, but her mother was persistent.
“Tell your father he has to take care of you guys and that
everything ends up okay, if it doesn't end up okay, then it's not the end.”
Tears threatened to spill from Serena’s eyes. She never realized
her mother was so wise,
“Tell Sammy to brush his teeth every morning,” She continued, “or
else he’ll have to get for fillings, and that he has to stand for something or
he'll fall for anything” She said, Serena nodded, trying to stay strong for her
mother, but tears racking her body.
“Okay mom.” She said, “I will.”
“And Tell Darien,” she fought for her last breaths, “To stop being
scared, and be true to his heart…tell him many of life's failures are people
who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. That he
needs to tell someone what she means to him. Because when he decides that it is
the right time it might be too late. That if you don't risk anything, you risk
even more. Tell Him. Serena tell him that life is what happens while you are
making other plans.”
Darien? Why
was she talking about Darien?
“Serena…” She quickly looked directly into her mother’s watery
eyes, and then gripped her hand tightly. “It’s okay to hurt and it’s okay to
cry. That’s how it gets better.” She said, “It gets better…” Serena smiled
through her sobs and tears.
“Okay Mom, I promise-“, A gasp escaped Serena’s lips. Her mother’s
hand went limp. When Serena looked up at her mother, her eyes were closed, and
body lifeless.
She was dead.
Ø I will remember you
Ø Will you remember me?
Ø Don't let your life pass you by
Ø Weep not for the memories
Serena slowly dragged her feet into the arcade, for the first time
in a long time. She’d been avoiding all contact with people other than school.
It was a little after 5 o clock. Since Tuesday of last week, she has stayed
after school with Miss. H. to be sure she passes the grade, plus her everyday
detention. She sat down on a stool at the counter. She really wasn't up to
being here today, but really wasn'tkingking forward to going home. She sighed
to herself,
"Why me?" she mumbled. The reason her father began to
drive her so hard was because he blamed Serena for the death of his wife. It
was Serena’s cake she was leaving to get sugar for, and it was Serena who got
to say goodbye to her.
He just didn’t think it was fair.
As she sat there and stared upon her paper, she didn't know her
former crush, Andrew, and his best friend, Darien, or
‘The Jerk’ to Serena, were discussing her distraught mood at that very moment.
"What's with the Meatball-Head?" Darien asked, sipping his coffee. Andrew shrugged, wiping some
spills off the counter,
"Don't know. She's been so depressed lately.” No one but the
Senshi, and a few close friends were told about Ilene’s death. The Obitchuaries
seemed to take forever to post deaths, which was a relief. No one wanted to
talk about what happened, and if either of the children tried to, their father
scolded or punished them. “And don't you go bug her Darien, I don't think she'll be too lenient."
"I wasn't going to, I swear. I just wonder what's wrong.
She's usually so loud the whole arcade shakes." He mocked. With a roll of
the eyes Andrew continued serving other customers. Darien tried to shrug it off, but the longer Serena sat there
moping, the more it got to himspanspan>
He watched her as she laid her head in her hands, and a tear slid
down her cheek. 'That's it, can't take it anymore' He decided mentally,
and sat down next to her. Maybe, just maybe, he could get her in a better mood.
‘Why am I letting this bug me? It’s Serena for God’s sakes’ He thought
to himself. But, as he tried avoiding what he knew he wanted to do, he realized
that he couldn’t go a day without talking to the little burst of sunshine. It
had become routine for him to argue with her everyday. Though, as of lately, it
had been on the streets, because she never visited the arcade anymore. With a heavy
sigh, he gave in, and headed toward the small girl, head buried deep into her
arms.
"Hey Meatball-,” he paused, stopping himself from saying the
full nickname “Serena." He corrected.
"Darien, go away please? I don’t need…” but
Serena stopped, and her head sprung up from the table, eyes wide in shock,
"What did you just call me?" she asked – her mouth slightly ajar.
"Serena." He answered, "That's your name isn't
it?" he asked. She closed her mouth and furrowed her brow. It was true, he
was just playing nice, but for good intensions. Serena didn’t see that though.
“What do you want?" she asked bitterly.
"Well…” He fumbled with his words. What could he say to her?
Why was it that every time he was near her, only insults came to mind. Today
though, he thought hard, and focused on the main goal: Get Serena back to
normal. “You know you look nice today." He managed to say.
“So you’re saying I don’t look nice any r dar days?” She asked,
turning fully toward him, arms crossed. Darien bit his
inner lip.
“That’s not what I meant.” He began, but was abruptly cut off by
Serena’s loud and demanding voice.
"Well that's just fine!" Grabbing her bag, she said,
"You know Darien, I don't see why you make it a point
everyday to bug me the way you do."
“Serena!” Darien called out, but to no avail. She was
already out the door. It was then that Andrew had chosen to walk in.
“Darien, What did you say to the poor girl?” He
asked, appearing beside Darien. Darien ran a
hand through his ebony hair, crinkling his nose, and narrowing his eyes in
slight annoyance.
“I guess the same thing I usually do.” Andrew laughed loudly.
“The exact WRONG thing” He said flatting, with a shake of the
head, the then walked off, mumbled about the problems
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