A daydreaming cynic's expulsion from Earth

Yuuya had gotten home late that night. The sky was pretty, and so became the moon, the air felt nice on her skin, and she was definitely in no rush to get home to mother. Once she did, her mother was, to Yuuya's surprise, still up, and not in a bed with a stranger, at that. She had been waiting patiently for her daughter to come home like a normal, responsible mother, and didn't even reek of alcohol or smoke. Something was clearly very wrong. Yuuya recognized that look in her eyes, too. It was the look of someone who was about to make a prolonged speech about motherhood and her own younger days, followed by the phrase Yuuya had heard so many times; “You know mommy loves you, right?”, where Yuuya would then go on to either say “Yes mom…” in a slightly uncomfortable sigh, or silently nod and let mommy kiss her on the forehead. This time, however, that wasn't the end of it. Her worried eyes lingered on Yuuya's averted face even after the ceremonial kiss on the forehead. What was the old cow waiting for? A world's best mother award? Then she asked a question that made Yuuya look up and face her mother for the first time she stepped into the house;

“You don't hate your mother, do you, Yuuya?”

Yuuya's thoughts stopped along with her movements. Mother was looking at her instead of the kitchen table, with deeply expressive eyes, tinted blue from the hall lamp between them. Whether they were glossy because of fatigue or tears, Yuuya couldn’t tell, but it made her entire body boil with hatred.

“Yuuya, honey… Talk to your mother…” she continues sombrely, further enraging her daughter. Yuuya couldn’t bring herself to look away, even when she felt tears of frustration boiling over and down her cheeks. They wouldn’t stop, as hysterically as her thoughts reproduced into darker and more twisted kinds, her tears flowed. Her mother's expression grew softer, and with an anxious frown she lightly puts a hand on Yuuya's shoulder. Boiling point.

“I… I haven't been feeling too good lately,” her mother begins, regrettably. “Things are just really hard for mommy, Yuuya… Really hard. I always love you the same though, honey…. You know that, right? So please don't hate your mother…”

After that point, Yuuya doesn't quite remember what happened. She suspects it has something to do with her unexceedable hatred clouding her memory at the time. Nevertheless, she does remember smacking her mother's consoling hand away from her shoulder, screaming something along the lines of “Of course I hate you you fucking hag!”, then running off quicker than her mother's able to respond, out through the door and through the dim-lit streets. Well, now her mother certainly knows what Yuuya thinks of her. It did not seem to be much of a secret to begin with, though. Yuuya's tears dry in the wind with her near desperate running steps, gleaming faintly in her eyes with each passing streetlight. Several minutes of frantic running goes by before her poisonously swarming thoughts clear up and allow rational thinking. Yuuya Hibeki returns to the state of cold cynicism, her glaring eyes emptied. That just about does it. If that sorry scene back then wasn’t enough of a sign, what is? A sign of her time nearing its end, that is. Earth is spitting me out. While the world has been preparing for my expulsion since the moment I took my first breath, amassing saliva and pushing me through its fleshy throat, it is today it succeeds, finally, Yuuya thinks, convinced. And she, of course, has equally been preparing and longing for this fated day. At the same, frantic pace, her legs carry her throughout the night with no location in mind. All she knew, was that the last act of her plan to unforgiveness was nearing, bringing her time on Earth closer and closer with every step. In a little more than a week, Yuuya Hibeki had managed to live a life as irresponsibly as her mother, broken multiple laws, committed a deed so utterly malicious that lives were ruined, declared war against the very skies themselves, scorned her own mother, all according to the plan birthed from her desire to go to Hell. And if this successful week had showed the daydreaming cynic anything, it was the absolute and irrevocable ugliness of mankind. With each of Yuuya's sinful acts, people responded the same. The thirsting men back in the neon madness of SALT did not hesitate to drug and ravage the young Yuuya's defenceless body. The classmates and supposed friends of the hardworking Cloette showed no mercy when tearing her reputation apart behind the protection of their screens. We are all guilty, Yuuya repeated in her mind, somewhat nostalgically. And those words, perfectly befitting the tragically perverted, cynical girl that Yuuya Hibeki undoubtedly is, come to be the very last to run through her mind, symbolically ending her life the same way she lived it, with the bright impending flash in the corner of her eye. Time seems to stop, eternally, as she turns her head to face it, yet no thoughts spring to life even when staring down the head of the truck blaringly approaching her at lightspeed. Her dark, flowing hair froze in the air, her body that of a running wax figure, her eyes forever reflecting the truck in their irises. Before they smash into her face, crushing every bone in her young body, the round headlights, for only a split second, resemble the white, ethereal face of a girl she used to know.