❛You're---Stop! Please, Tahashi! Remember!! D-Dont hit me! I reassure you--- i saw it! Can we just have a decent conversation and discuss this?! Im not mad about you texting other women again!❜
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She only wanted to escape, which is why her legs brought her up to the roof.
Poor, poor mother. Dearest heart and kindest words, softest gaze, and a smile that only showed affection. She was golden, the monster of her father wasn't the case, but he used to shine, too.
She inwardly sighed, bringing her knees to her chest. Her chin faced the sky, letting the soft and refreshing breeze hit her face. [Name] sat on the roof shafts, allowing the harsh material to scrape against her soft legs, uncovered by fabric. The child was too young to intake the discussion her parents held, if you could call it that.
You can't hear the sounds from the interior up here,luckily. And out here is where she finds herself laying mostly every night.
Simply because it's a distraction, something entertaining to look up to instead of driving her insane overhearing the cries of her mother and the angry grunts of her father.
Maybe it was the overbearing thoughts she contained as she zoned out, but she didn't even follow through with what was happening inside, or now, outside.
It's not a key idea of how it happened. She could hear the slam of her front door and the opening of her car. Two footsteps and a loaded gun.
She found her body peering over the roof shafts suspiciously, her eyebrows furrowed, and her lively, alluring eyes were tinted in tears. She was eyeing the scene as her mother got into the driver's seat, and a gun was pressed against her forehead.
Her father was scrappy, and she noticed that when her gaze moved to him. Carrying one bottle of alcohol and the weapon, anger painted his drunken face. Just then, fear shivered among her body. Something wasn't happening right.
Her mother's sniffles could be heard accidentally. There was a loud sound of the car starting, she stared from the roof and into the tinted front window of the car. The gun was leaving a mark on her mother's smooth skin.
They left together, wherever her father brought her kind-hearted mother--they left the girl up on the roof staring down at the pavement.
She stared at the driveway silently, the wind rushing through her locks and strands of hair.
Confusion painted the child's mind, where and why? Only thoughts that twirled and floated like butterflies remained to entertain her.
"Sweetie--you should get down from there. Where are your parents?" A voice called from the window to her side. She looked down at the sweet face of her neighbor. The neighbor painfully smiled, understanding the situation from her mother's mouth. The neighbor brought her blonde hair up into a bun, still looking up at the young girl. "You can stay here for the night?" She offered.
"Father will get mad," the young child voiced, "If he and Mother come back." How odd was it for a young child to say such? It certainly was for her neighbor. She furrowed her brows.
The neighbor frowned. As a result, her face rested in a pitiful stance. "Climb down from up there, I'll come to the front yard for you, honey. Okay?" She promised, smiling gently.
"Okay, Mitsuki." She said, clawing at the roof shafts and climbing back into her bedroom window. Her body moved almost on its own, and she ended up standing barefoot on her driveway.
Mitsuki led her to the inside of her house and the parent's room, holding onto the child's fingers. She tapped her free hand against her husband's shoulder and awoke him. He groaned, but the brown-haired man soon gained consciousness and moved over, creating room on the bed.
"Okay, [name]. You can sleep on my bed for now until your mother comes back." She smiled kindly, picking up the girl and getting into the comfortable bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Mitsuki offered, swiping the child's hair out of her face. The child nodded.
"Usual stuff. Mother and Father arguing." She paused, sinking in the memory. "Mother came out of the door and slammed it, but I heard two people. So I looked over the roof. Father had a gun pulled on Mother's forehead. He was going to make her drive somewhere. They left."
The dim lamp light reflected against Mitsuki's and her husband's faces, the warmth of the lamp casting some comfort as Mitsuki's husband's face went into fear. He peered over to Mitsuki.
"I'll be right back, okay?" Mitsuki said, swallowing the lump in her throat as she abruptly got up and left.
[Name] watched the urgent figure leave. She only heard a dim voice coming from the neighbor.
"[Name], don't worry, okay?" The neighbor's husband reassured, and he flashed a smile towards the child. He placed his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I'm trying." The child said, looking back over to source the dim voice.
"Get some rest, I'll check on Mitsuki." He said, pushing himself off the mattress and leaving as well. [Name] only made herself comfortable against the soft sheets and started to stir into sleep at her friends house.
She didn't rest for long. Sirens screamed against the two houses, and it awoke her. She rubbed her eyes, feeling the hands of another pull her from her sleep.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" A young man's voice, a police officer, called surprisingly. and he looked at the sleepy child--who nodded. She was held up by her armpits as he pitifully stared at her. "We're going to get you out of here." He promised, sighing as he picked up the girl and cradled her into his arms.
"Where is Mother?" The child asked, pushing her face against his arms.
"..just, rest for now. Okay? I promise you she'll...be alright. I suppose, " He stated uncomfortably, ignoring the question. Mitsuki stood outside alongside her husband, talking to the police and ambulance as he walked from the house.
The child responded with a hum, but she couldn't fall asleep in a situation like this. The cop shielded her eyes from two rolling medical beds, both with bodies against them as blankets covered their heads. He strolled down urgently against her neighbors driveway as his breaths hitched. The sirens echoed loudly, and her pupils remained dilated, attempting to source the troubles. Her stomach ached and stirred into an uneasy expression, the tightening of her throat and heart as a cause.
He looked so pained, "Look at me, okay?" The young man said he stared down at the glossy-eyed girl.
Mitsuki ran over to the girl as well, pushing the child's face away from the traumatizing view gently. "It's gonna be okay!" She shouted in a panic, and the stomping echo of her sneakers against the pavement sounded.
She had to be loud enough to speak over the sirens and had to squint her eyes from the blinding red and blue lights. She was strolling alongside the fast-paced cop. She held the child's cheek with her palm in a forceful manner, pushing her away from the view.
"I promise you, I will see you again soon!" She called, giving up on walking with the cop due to her reaching a car door.
Maybe the child could notice the wipe of a tear coming from her neighbor, and she could sense the fear radiating off the scene.
It hurt.
The cop car steered away from the house almost urgently, and the young man pressed the gas pedal harshly. His breathing was hitched and terrified, and the sirens were much louder.
