Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Suffering ❯ suffering ( One-Shot )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Title: 'Suffering'Chikako-Chan@aol.com or ketsueki258@hotmail.comMoon Fanfic
alone story
Just a short One shot fic from a certain character in Sailor Moon
notes: I wrote this up ages ago, but never got around to posting it up, only around about a page long, I hope you like it!
Angst alert!!!!! If you cant stomach a little depression then I suggest you turn back now.
I do not own Sailor Moon, cause If i did....I'D BE RICH!!!! FILTHY STINKING RICH!!! AHAHAHAHAHAA


He hit me again today, and as i sit here, bruised and broken, i think. When we first met, he was charming and fun to be with, the type of man I wanted. We started going out in the spring, staying close throughout the months in which I ended up living with him. But one day SHE came, and he fell head over heels for her, sure he wouldn't admit it, but I knew, could tell that he wanted her. She was beautiful; long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.... and she was my friend. It was strange how I could hate her so much, but think so much of her.

I grew jealous when he brushed past me to talk to her, talked more to her than he did me. I told her about his ardent and fascinated love for her, and she brushed it aside with a sweep of her hand. She said she didn't want him, but someone else. It was later that she got engaged to a man called Seiya, and it was apparant that they were both very much in love. He started drinking heavily, coming home to me, thinking i was her, punishing me as a substitute for her.

In a way... I'm glad, glad because she isnt going through what I am. This is because I wish the best for her, for my friend. As I see the welts, bruises and cuts, I'm sure that next time, I wont survive... I can hear him outside the bathroom, calling out to me, begging for forgiveness. My heart wrenches at the soft plea in his voice. I walk out of the door and see him kneeling before me. Pulling him against me so that his head is resting against my stomach, I listen to the sobs that he lets out of his throat, as though he is a small child, and I his mother.

He wraps his arms around my waist, his broken voice asking, no, begging for me not to leave him. And I can't.... against all my better judgement, I can't bring myself to leave him. I can't leave... I love him too much. "Mamo-Chan..."


Finito*
but sweet ne?
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