(Emiko Mizuki Age: 6)
Her eyes quickly opened, closing shut just as fast as they opened when a blinding light entered her peripheral. This time, she re-opened her eyes slowly, gradually getting used to the bright lights. She looked around the light-coloured room, before feeling a sharp pain at the back of her head, she clutched the area in pain, curling into a ball as she noted that she laid on an oddly comfortable bed.
'Where.. where am I?'
Memories of the events from the previous night replayed in her little mind. Tears instantly welled in her eyes.
'Mama... Papa...'
The gory scenes of blood flashed in her mind, the bodies of two people she loved most in the world, lying on the floor, surrounded in puddles of their own blood. Tears trickled down her small, chubby face as she had recollections of her parents.
Her ears picked up on the unlocking of the door on the far right side of the room but she paid no mind to it. If it was the same people that killed her parents who had come to kill her too, she would accept it. She wouldn't fight it. She had nothing left for her without her parents and her little six-year-old brain knew that.
Upon realising that there was a man standing at the end of the bed, she looked at his grey trousers before looking up, meeting the eyes of a middle-aged man- his face had many wrinkles, making him look far older than he probably was.
She wiped her tears, trying to calm herself. "Wh-who are you?" She felt as if his eyes were penetrating through her. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she questioned him again, "Where am I?"
The man stared at her for another moment before his lips parted, and a coarse, but deep voice left those lips. "Before I answer your questions, young one" he didn't hesitate to satiate his curiosity. "Why was a child like you outside, late into the night, in the middle of nowhere, and alone?"
Hearing his question triggered more tears to fall, heavy sobs left her chest uncontrollably. He stood in the same place, staring awkwardly as she cried.
"Th-They're gone!!" She cried out, "It's all my fault!" She hiccuped between sobs, "They- they died in front of me!! And I-I did nothing!!" Tears cascaded down her face as she aggressively tried to wipe them away, "I couldn't..! they wouldn't..! they...!!"
As her sentences began to get shorter and more incomprehensible, seemingly almost having a panic attack, she felt a weight on her head. Looking up with wide eyes, his hand was on her head, he seemed to have a sympathetic expression. Though her thoughts were jumbled, she jumped at the sudden contact.
'Wh-When did he even–?!'
The contact felt comforting, it was as if he was telling her that it was okay. She might be a child, but she wasn't stupid. She can tell how someone feels through their actions- a trait that her mother often said she inherited from her father...
"What do you plan on doing about it?"
She looked at her hands, tears stopping.
"What can I do?" She mumbled, "I'm just some dumb kid, there's nothing that I can do now"
'They're gone. There's nothing that I can do for them, not with my capabilities right now '
"Your expression says otherwise"
She scoffed, "I'm six, what do you know about reading a kid's face?"
"It's a special trait of mine"
'Trait...' She stared hard at her small hands.
YOU ARE READING
Deadly One
Fiksi PenggemarLife hasn't been the very best for Emiko Mizuki growing up. At the young age of six, Emiko's family was killed by a gang, following her father's last wishes she ran out of a bloodbath of a house and didn't stop until she was so tired she passed out...
