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BROKEN GLASS-810 words
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DINGDONG.DINGDONG.
“Just a second,” Usagi shouted from her room.
DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG.
Usagi raised her eyebrows and chuckled.
Geez, she can really be impatient sometimes.
She stumbled down the stairs to let an irritated looking Minako inside.
“Usagi-chan,” she whined, “We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago!!”
Usagi sighed, “I’m almost ready, Minako-chan, I just have to run a brush through my hair and then we can leave.”
Minako frowned and tapped her foot furiously against the ground, leaving black scuff marks on Ikuko’s freshly waxed floors.
“Fine, but I’m staying down here,” she said huffily, crossing her arms.
Usagi shrugged in a “suit yourself” sort of way, and shuffled up the steps into her room.
“Where did I put it?” she muttered, searching through her sheets and scanning the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her hairbrush lying on the vanity, strands of long, golden hair clinging to the bristles. Scowling, she stood over the mirror and examined her face.
I don’t look like me anymore.
And it was true. Her once bright eyes had become dull, almost hollow, and her hair lost it’s sheen. Dark circles hung under her eyes, showing all the world that she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in months. Even her skin had become a sickly, pale color.
Usagi pulled the brush through her hair, still staring blankly at her reflection. Why did she let him do these things to her? Didn’t he know that he was killing her inside? She pulled the brush more forcefully as his dark hair and dark blue eyes invaded her mind.
She told her family that she was only tired, and not to worry about her. She told her teachers that it was the stress from school. She told her friends that she was just stressed about finding the moon princess. She told Luna the truth. The truth about Mamoru. About how she spent her nights crying herself to sleep because he would never love her back, and how her heart clenched at the very sight of him. Luna didn’t seem surprised when she told her. She didn’t even lecture her about wasting her time thinking about boys when she should be searching for the moon princess. She should’ve, but she didn’t have the heart. She only pressed her small, warm body against Usagi’s and let her cry.
He’ll never love me. He’ll find a beautiful, intelligent girl who goes to the same college as he does, and he’ll ask her out, and she’ll say yes. Then I’ll get a beautiful wedding invitation in my mailbox, and I’ll go to their beautiful wedding. And he’ll have beautiful children with her, and everything will be beautiful and wonderful and perfect. And he’ll never think twice about that stupid Odango Atama he used to know.
Usagi felt the hot tears pricking at the back of her eyes, and they spilled down her face before she could choke them back. She ripped the brush harshly through her hair and felt the hard plastic snap in her hand.
“Shimatta,” she said angrily, twisting her fingers around the tresses and pulling the tangled bits from the bristles.
She stood on her toes, her hands searching a shelf almost taller than her eye level for a spare brush. The tears were falling much harder now, obscuring her vision. She thought she felt the brush and pulled it roughly from the shelf.
Minako heard the crash downstairs. She bounded up the steps and into Usagi’s room where she saw her hunched over on the floor, dry sobs escaping her petite form. In front of her was a shattered picture of her and Mamoru at Crown, arguing about something pointless. Broken grass was strewn around her, small scratches dotted her legs and hands. Crimson trickled down her body, pooling beneath her tiny feet.
“Usagi!” she breathed, clapping a hand over her wide open mouth.
Usagi ran her hands over the picture, succeeding only in embedding more shards of glass in her pale fingers. She looked up.
“Mina,” There was a jagged, angry looking gash stretching across her entire chest. She placed a shaky hand across her heart, “Mina, it hurts,” she gasped between sobs.
Minako stepped over the river of glass and wrapped her arms around her.
“I know, Usagi, but, sweetie, we have to get you to a hospital,” she said, trying to choke back her own tears.
Usagi shook her head slowly, shaking so hard from the sobs that Minako thought she might be having a seizure.
“No, Mina… my heart hurts,” she said quietly, tears still streaming down her face, “It hurts so bad.”
And all at once Minako understood. She understood that now, she needed to stroke Usagi’s hair and make her believe everything would be alright. Now… She needed to believe it herself.
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good god this took me forever!! it's actually my first attempt at angsty-usagi... i hope you liked it. :)
comments are muchhhhhhhh appreciated. :)