𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕤 [𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓃𝑒] {𝘛𝘉/𝘑𝘚𝘏𝘒}
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3; ᴘᴏꜱʏ'ꜱ ᴋɪʀᴀ
Warning: The following chapter may be disturbing to some minor readers. Contains content that might be upsetting for children below 14 at least. Please proceed only if you feel you are fit to read about divorce, trauma, and such.
Author POV:
"Nene, will you come chop up the carrots? Your father's out buying groceries." Nene's mom called from the kitchen.
"Coming." Nene called back down and left Kira on her own.
She and Kira had worked out a layout for their shared room- Kira was to have one half and Nene the other. They could put whatever they liked on their own half but neither were to touch the other's half.
Needless to say, Kira's part was made up with a bed with black sheets, white curtains, plant posters and a carpet featuring some caveman-style art. Nene's half consisted of a pastel yellow bed lined with all her plushies, posters of handsome idols and a carpet that had pink Mokke-like rabbits painted on it.
"You'll be okay on your own, right?" Nene shot a look behind her shoulder, where Kira was rearranging her books on the shelf.
"I'll be just fine." She replied without looking back. So Nene hurried down the stairs, almost tripping on the way.
Mom POV:
I saw Nene bound down the stairs from the corner of my eye as I washed lettuce.
She had been distraught when I broke the news to her. She pleaded and cajoled and screamed and cried all to no avail- and it broke my heart to watch her do so.
I knew she would be horrifyed at the prospect of leaving everything she loved behind for a sister she didn't even know.
But Nene didn't know.
She didn't know why I had forced her to move for Kira. Kira wasn't just an ordinary girl I wanted to take in because I thought Nene was lonely.
Kira was the daughter of my sister- my niece. But my sister had divorced her husband, and she was suffeirng from trauma and stress. Eventually the doctors said she was in no fit state to bring up Kira, but the father didn't want her either, for stupid malicious reasons to do with his new girlfriend.
So the lawyers had looked into my sister's relations. Naturally, it became my burden to hold, and I couldn't let that poor little girl clutching the withered teddy bear go to a dirty, crowded orphanage. No. That would be inhumane.
It was quite strange, though. Before I told anyone about the affair, I had gone to see my sister and Kira.
Flashback
The doorbell was broken. It wasn't broken the last time I had been here.
My sister, Posy, owned a beautiful little house in a cute town. She was famous for her lovely gardens. But this time, her flowers were withered and the grass looked dry. I didn't let it deter me, though. Perhaps she was just stressed from the divorce
So I knocked on the bare door and it swung open on the first knock. Not even locked. Had there been a robbery?
"Posy?" I called into the empty, dark hallway. The light's weren't on. "It's me."
A strange gurgling sound came from the kitchen. I ran to the second room- Posy's kitchen- and burst through the sliding door to see my sister chugging milk straight from the carton.
Except the woman standing right there didn't look like Posy. Didn't look like my sister.
Her pretty golden curls were messed up and pale- a complete bird's nest atop her head. There were sunken, dark eyebags underneath her frenzied scarlett eyes and her fingernails looked uneven and painful. She wore an old dressing gown, torn at the hem, the sash undone, and she stood barefoot on the cold kitchen tiles.
Posy was guzzling the milk from the carton. She looked crazy, her head tipped back to allow streams of milk go down her throat, except the milk looked chunky, like it was expired. Her eyes mirrored someone crazy. Her legs looked pale and thin, as did her cheeks, and her lips were chapped. Mascara smeared across her face.
"Posy, what happened to you?" I shrieked. I didn't want to offend her, but she looked like a nightmare.
She just stared back at me, not saying a word, still tipping milk down her throat.
"Stop that! You'll choke!" I leaped forwards and snatched the carton away from her. Milk splashed onto the floor and as I frantically checked the expiry date, sure enough, it was expired months ago.
I chucked the carton into the bin. To my horror, the bin was filled with empty milk cartons and grains of rice. One look at the sink and there were bowls filled with leftover cold rice, a bottle of dishwashing soap tipped over the edge of the sink to slowly drip onto the plates.
My older sister had been living on milk and rice for the past three weeks.
Horrified, I looked back at Posy. She stared at me with eyes that looked like they belonged to an animal. Her pale lips were stained with a smudge of old lipstick and milk.
"Posy? Say something to me," I said desperately. "Say anything."
Say anything that would tell me you weren't an animal.
Say anything that would tell me you were still my older sister.
Instead, she let out an inhumane shriek, and raced to a shelf, where she swept off all the photos and decor placed atop the wooden shelf with one sweep of her pale arm. A low growling sound came from the back of her throat.
I slowly crouched and picked up a shattered shard of glass from one of the destroyed framed pictures.
It featured a torn corner of a picture from Posy and her husband's honeymoon. Her pretty face was smiling radiantly and her husband had the same smile on his face.
Before going to see Posy, her doctor requested a discussion with me. He informed me that Posy's husband Daisuke had cheated on her. He warned me that Posy was in a frenzy and not herself anymore. He told me she needed to go to a hospital or ward but she wouldn't let anyone take her away from her house. He begged me to try and talk some sense into her.
I had thought he was exaggerating. But now I could understand the note of panic that had slowly crept into his monotone, professional voice.
"Posy." I made a move to hug my sister, but she backed away. "Please, listen to me. I know how you feel. I know how betrayed you must feel. Please, let someone help you. You can't stay like this."
But Posy didn't seemed to have heard me. She screamed something I couldn't decifer and tore away, running up the stairs.
I tried to go after her, but after I heard her slam the door and lock it, I knew I wasn't getting to her.
I let my arm drop back to my side.
And in that instant, I knew.
I knew my sister was gone. And she would be gone for a long time.
I knew her daughter couldn't cope with her. Posy would eventually kill that little girl.
I knew the woman I had just seen wasn't my sister. She had lost that sense of humanity inside of her.
And I knew I needed to save that little girl from her.
Posy POV:
I let my fragile, tired body sink to the ground, leaning against the door.
My throat ached from screaming and the nausea of the expired milk was getting to my stomach.
But I wasn't going to stop. I couldn't stop.
No matter what I did, I kept seeing him.
I kept seeing his smile, his laugh, his eyes, the utter joy in his face when he saw Kira for the first time.
But then I saw the emptiness in his eyes when he looked at me, and I knew I had lost him. He'd gone to that other woman. He wasn't in love with me anymore, and he didn't love Kira anymore.
He had abandoned both me and my daughter.
But I didn't want Kira anymore either. If I kept her, she would just be a living reminder of Daisuke. And Daisuke didn't want her either. He wanted a fresh start with his new girlfriend.
I had tried to cope- I couldn't bring myself to go to therapy but I listened to podcasts, read books about similair women going through the same situations, and it had been fine, I had coped, for a while, but when a letter slid through my mailbox inviting me to his wedding, that had been the last straw.
I'd gone into this monstrous, broken state, and no matter how much the girl inside of me tried to fight, she was just as broken as I was.
I wish Akira hadn't come today. I hadn't wanted her to see me like this. I hadn't wanted anyone to see me like this. I just wanted to be alone. Possibly for ever.
I stared at my trembling, pale hands. Hot tears were dripping onto them. I hadn't thought I still had any tears left to cry. That night he left me, I had sobbed till my eyes were as dry as they could be.
I buried my face in my hands.
For now, I just wanted to see darkness.
Kira POV:
The last day I saw Mom, she was sobbing in her room as always. I didn't know what had happened. All anyone would tell me was that Dad had gone, and he would always be gone.
An hour later, someone in a white coat and pitiful eyes came in and told me to pack all my things. So I listened to that woman.
Hours later, I stepped outside of that house, not knowing it would be the last time I ever saw it.
They took me somewhere strange. Police and lawyers and doctors were everywhere, crowding around me, and the only comfort I could find was a kind girl saying she was in a similair situation and offered me a mug of hot cocoa.
The warm, delicious sip of the drink soothed my nerves. From that point onwards, I forgot everything. It was just hundreds of white rooms, people asking me questions I couldn't answer, and the girl waving goodbye, a sad expression painting her pretty face.
For the next few days I sat in an overcrowded hall with hundreds of other kids sitting on white beds like mine, either screaming or crying or doing both.
Except for me. I didn't know what was happening.
Then, a strange lady came and took me. She put me in a car and drove me somewhere. I thought I was being kidnapped. But even as I believed that, I didn't fight. I just sat quietly, my mind numb.
I don't know how I ended up in this pretty room with a blonde girl called me her 'sister'.
But if there's one thing I know for certain, it's that I've lost my life forever.
Little did I know, my mother had lost far more.
A/N: This chapter mainly focuses on Kira's backstory. I've noticed nobody's really reading this, but if you are, thank you, and I hope you'll never have to experience what Posy's gone through. Nobody deserves that.
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