CAGED 5 – The Real Story Begins

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“Don’t push it young lady! Your father is working very hard! He doesn’t have the time to teach you how to drive!” Hikari nearly screamed, wanting nothing more to strangle the 16 year old in front of her. Amy glared up at the menacing woman, her teal eyes overflowing with hate.

“Why is Papa working so much, anyway!? He’s never worked this hard before!” She yelled her voice cracking. Hikari smirked and held up a phone bill, with Amy’s name written on the top.

“Because you seem to run up quite a sum of money.” She inquired, handing Amy her cell phone bill. Amy snatched the yellowish paper, and took a minute to read over the numbers. With a loud gasp, her eyes shot up to Hikari’s witty smirk.

“This isn’t right! I don’t talk to anyone but Naio on my cell! What did you do?!” She shrieked, her voice cracking, as she shoved the paper in Hikari’s face. Hikari raised her eyebrows.

“I made a few calls… You have wonderful friends in America. They understand a mother’s love well.” She said, running her cold finger across Amy’s cheekbone. Amy stepped back in fear and shock. Shaking her head, she let the tears fall.

“No…. What did you say to them!?” She asked, stumbling against the table behind her. Hikari closed her eyes, her blue eye shadow clashing with her raven colored hair. With a shrug, she took a step closer to Amy.

“Nothing big, just that you have too much work to do, and don’t have time for ‘over seas friends’.” Those words were it for Amy and she lunged at the wicked woman. Just as her hand reached Hikari’s neck, Amy felt sharp pain run up her arm. Hikari had taken a knife from the wall, and slashed the girls arm. With a scream, Amy fell to the floor. Hikari bent to the girl’s level, and grabbed Amy’s left arm.

“It matches…” She whispered, threateningly, indicating the fresh cuts from Amy’s self infliction. Amy ripped her arm out of Hikari’s grasp, and tried to stand up, blood sliding down her forearm. Hikari grinned and stood up, letting Amy slip past her. “Be a good girl... And Go clean your room…” She hissed, as Amy made her way to the stairwell.

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Staring at the computer screen, Amy’s teal eyes overflowed with tears. She gave her clock a sorrowful glance, and remembered a rumor she heard at school.

”Did you know! There’s a Hotline to hell, on the internet!”
“Are you serious? What does it do?”

“I heard, that you can only enter the site at midnight, and if you hate someone a lot. You type the name of the person you hate, and the Jigoku Shoujo appears! She’ll take revenge for you and send that person to hell!”

“Sounds scary!!”

As the clock switch, reading 00:00, Amy hit the mouse. The screen turned black, and a fire lit up in the middle, and the words:

I will dispel your hatred

scrolled across. A text box appeared under the words, along with a submit button. Amy breath shortened and her world seemed to blur with excitement. She could end it all right now; it could be over with just a click. She knew about all of Hikari’s antics. Blackmailing, adultery, stealing, lies, and abuse. Many more things listed in Amy conscious, she just didn’t feel like remembering. Hesitation implied, Amy slowly typed in Hikari’s name, her fingers shaking over the keyboard.

Just as she had the cursor arrow over the submit button, a car pulled into the driveway and Matt’s voice rang out happily into the night. A sad look crossed Amy’s face, and she exited the website. She couldn’t send Hikari to hell, not when her Dad was in love like this. Hot tears stung the 16 year old’s eyes and she crawled wearily into bed. Her hand glided along her left forearm, and healing cuts zigzagged under her touch. A sigh escaped the girl’s lips, and she slipped her hand under her blue pillow. Gripping a cold handle, Amy pulled out a small pocket knife.

Tears dripping slowly down her cheeks, Amy turned over in bed to face a picture of her mother. A soft smile appearing on her face, she flipped the knife open and ran her finger across the cold blade.

“Good night, Mama…” She whispered, as a thin line of pain cut across her forearm. Amy’s teal eyes watched the metallic blood bubble up from the wound, and rush down her ivory skin. As the thick droplets of blood hit her blue sheets, and her hot tears poured down her cheeks, Amy felt as if every bit of pain and hurt was draining from her body. As if she where in a place completely different. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and closed, as she fell against her pillow, drifting into sleep.

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Standing in front of Naio’s house, Amy was fixing the two braids in her hair. The wind was preventing her from doing anything more and she gave up. She focused her attention on keeping her pink dress from flying up. The squeak of the door drew her eyes to the door, where Naio’s elder brother, Yukito, stood. With a grin, he raised his hand up in a sort-of salute.

“Yo… Amy-Chan. Naio is being… Slow.” He said, with a sigh. Amy giggled, knowing this already. She was about to speak, when I loud crash sounded from inside. Amy blinked back in surprise when Naio appeared at the door, out of breath and red. He glanced up at Yukito.

“Anniki? Wha- AMY?! Uh! Sorry I’m late!” He called, blushing at his stupidity. Amy tried hard not laugh and waved a bit, still trying to keep her dress from flying up. Yukito saluted once again.

“Later, Amy-Chan… Naio-Chan, be nice to your girlfriend.” He said, nudging past his, now red, younger brother. Naio spun around, angry for being called a girl and being made fun of. He tried to come up with something to say,  but gave up, realizing that Amy was still standing at his gate. Amy smiled, and Naio came running down the walk, getting half way there before falling flat on his face. Amy raised her eyebrows in shock.

“Na..”

“I'm okay!” The boy called out, standing up, and blushing wildly. He gathered himself up, brushing the dirt from his face and clothes, and stiffly walked back to Amy. Amy stared at Naio; whose magenta hair was now ruffled and messy, and a crooked smiled was planted on his face. Blush crawled to her cheeks, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned around.

“-My! Amy!” Naio called, waving his hand in front of the spacing teen’s face. Amy snapped up and her face burned even more. With a forced laugh, the girl glanced around.

“So... where do you plan of taking me?” She asked, remembering that he had called her over. Naio’s face turned a slight red, and he scratched his cheek nervously.

“There’s a place that I think you may like.” He said, trying not to stammer. It had been two long years for the pair. They had gotten extremely close, been misunderstood as a couple, and thought to have been dating. Sure, they had gone on a few dates, but those who knew them, knew they were going as ‘Best Friends’, not as boyfriend and girlfriend. They were never seen apart, and the biggest problem was, Naio had fallen for Amy, hard. It caused problems for him, many of them, but since Amy was oblivious, he decided not to do anything about it, yet. Amy, who was oblivious to Naio’s feelings, had developed a slight crush on him, but her heart was locked away, and it refused to let their relationship progress any further from friends.

Amy blinked and scratched her forearm, where the cuts from the night before, were starting to heal. She wore a long sleeved shirt, even though it was summer, to hide her sins. She didn’t want Naio to know about it, not yet. Naio had not even known about Hikari’s actions outside of his view, it would be too much for him to handle. With a fake smile, Amy grabbed Naio’s hand and started forward.

“Then lead the way!” She called, waiting for his movement. Naio nearly turned purple and nodded. He took a step to the left, and with a point, the two started walking. The pair walked through the deathly quiet town of Mottowa, unaware of the black blazer following behind.

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