Sept. 10th 1998.
Dear diary,
This morning I am sixteen! Yeah! Soon I can
learn to drive. Even though everyone else is older... but that doesn't
bother me one bit! Except for the fact that a power hungry monster
wants me dead. Sweet Sixteen Ami Mizuno.
Today, the day began like any other day. I
got up early and went to school early, and arrived home without a stop
to talk with anyone. Except Greg seemed to find me, and in that endearing
way told me everything would be all right. At the time I didn't know
what he meant, or what he knew about Boomerang, all that matters is that
somebody was there for me.
I remember Greg and I talking about lots of things.
I am beginning to think he may have a small crush on me... and I think
I feel the same way. But, it is best not to think like that.
We talked about things from schoolwork to him thinking about trying out
for ice hockey.
Could you imagine that? Gregory Ryo skating
around on the ice, being bashed around by people twice his size?
Of course he would hear none of it. Once Greg gets something in his
mind, there is no way of changing it. In a few days he would have
gone to the tryouts. But, back to the matter of most importance.
I sat in my room, and soon my mom excused herself
to the hospital. I was alone. Soon Boomerang came, and we fought.
In the end I won, but I will skip ahead. Boomerang made a noble sacrifice,
however unnecessary. The yellow stone that remains is locked away
in my dresser, waiting to receive a proper burial.
The night seemed forever in ending! But after
living through it, I wish the end had never come. Of all the things
that could've have gone wrong why that one? The day had seemed so
long and so much time spent into fearing what may or may not happen, and
the one unexpected variable I never considered showed up.
As Trevor sat there beating me, Greg came.
Like a knight on a majestic steed he came to save me. But he wore
no armor, which showed when he was hit. The blood that ran down his
face... I could not look away. My eyes were transfixed on what had
occurred. Then for a minute or two, Trevor ceased to exist in front
us.
I cried, that is all I did. With all my medical
knowledge and all the things I know the only thing I did to help Greg was
cry, and hold his hands and face? Why could I not have done something?
Stop the bleeding, stop the pain? But the way he looked into my eyes,
in that way that he looked straight through me, I couldn't help but feel
for him. Even through all this, I notice only now what I did wrong.
I thought too much. I didn't act, I thought. If I had only
been born impulsive.
Despite how I feel I remember how close we came
to kissing. But, even that little bit of comfort was denied.
Trevor was still there, and wouldn't have us ignore him. He continued
to injure us, but Greg stood back up! I'll never understand why he
did what he did, or how. It was medically improbable for him to find
some sort of last reservoir of energy, and stand. Then what he said...
love was it? No, it certainly couldn't be that he felt the same way towards
me... could it?
I still recall the pain I felt when
he collapsed. Shielding me from another blow. But even with
all of his bravery he couldn't stand. He left his sentence unfinished,
but I feel I know what he was going to say. Not that it helps me
here and now. I wish I could have attacked Trevor, even just once.
Just to release some of the anger I was feeling. Why can my rage
not turn into a fighting frenzy like Lita? Why does it turn into
a cascade of tears?
Maybe if I had been braver, or smarter, or
stronger I could have protected Greg. But I couldn't, even while
he was in my arms slowly vanishing from our view, I didn't. And of
all the silly things to do when your love is practically dying in your
arms, I did the silliest. I didn't kiss him, or tell him how I felt,
I checked his pulse. I checked to see if he was still alive.
He was, and I am sure somewhere out there Gregory Ryo is still alive.
And I, Ami Mizuno, Sailor Mercury will not stop until I rescue him!
But for now I'm tired. Running, being beaten and swimming through
sewage takes its toll on a person. But mentally, oh the anguish!
How can I live without my Gregory? My dearest, most endearing friend.
He always was there when I needed him... but the one time he needed me
tonight, I failed. And even in the end he still cared for me.
Maybe its because his emotions are true, and he would not have it any other
way. I want him back.
Tonight I pray that Greg is ok, and that I can help
him in some little way. I also ask why do people fall in love when
being hurt seems to be the end result? No matter how pure it is,
one of them will almost always die before the other. But is that
pain something that comes with Love? Because I would not give up
this feeling I have for Gregory Ryo for anything in the world.
With Love,
Ami Mizuno, 'Friend of Water'.
("Sweet isn't it? Well back on the old beaten path Trevor is up to his no good tricks again. But school is the next thing we should worry about (this is Ami's story after all). So I'll let you all get some sleep tonight before letting you begin the next part. Night." Artemis.)