Music Playing: by Jeff Russo (at about the 1:28 mark)
The truth was out. Nonon, Mrs. Mankanshoku, and the police were there in the hospital room. I suppose this time would come and I'd have to tell them about that night. At the moment, I wish I had just died in that street but I didn't, so here I am. At least, my sisters weren't in the room. I knew I'd have to tell them at some point but, not now, especially after what they saw. I stated that I had to find the words to say but that I'd tell them and accept my fate, though, on three conditions: One was that my sisters will be looked after by the Mankanshokus, two, I'd love to see them one last time, and, three, they won't be put through a trial.
"What did happen that night?" Mrs. Mankanshoku asked, so I told her what happened. What I've been hiding for the past years, since I was 11-years old. I asked her if she remembered the bloodstained clothes and she told me she did, to which I answered, "The blood wasn't mine. It was my mother's." I told them that, yes, I am the one who pulled the trigger, as I once again relived that night.
"Satsuki get down here this instant!"
" Hush, my dears, I'm going to need you both to stay in this room, DON'T leave until I tell you."
"Satsuki, I will not call your name again!"
"Being the oldest, I got it the worse. That night, she called me downstairs and a beating ensued. Would Ragyo have gone that far? I didn't want to find out so I grabbed the gun and that was it. I did it. I'm the one who shot her. Something in my being had been shattered and it became a matter of who grabbed the gun first." I told them.
"Satsuki, put that down!"
"Sweet raptured light, it ends tonight!"
It was silent for a few minutes before I told them, "I don't have any joy in what I did. I didn't want to shoot her, no, I just wanted her to stop hurting us but what was I to do?! I was 11-years old. I snapped." I don't know how I had the strength to retell it, without breaking down. I then revealed my burn scars. "I lit the fire and there was blowback."
"Your blood is on my hands, Satsuki." Nonon told me, to which I told her that I knew and apologized for putting her through that. I told her that I knew she told but I arbored no ill will towards her. When we were alone, Nonon asked me if I left a note and I told her, "No, I didn't. I didn't think to write one."
When I flung myself into the path of that car, I thought my death would free us all but I was wrong. Instead, if I had died, I would have cast more burdens. Thinking about it more, I should have just listened to Nonon when she mentioned my sisters would be distraught. They were, especially Ryuuko. At least, I think, Ryuuko doesn't know why I opted to do what I did. From what Nonon told me, Ryuuko doesn't understand what "suicide" even is.
As I recovered, I did visit with my sisters, holding onto them as much I could because I knew that, once I recovered enough, I'd be going to trial for what happened those years ago. I told the appointed attorney that I don't want my sisters to testify, considering their ages at the time. After telling them my story and being evaluated by a few psychologists during my stay, it was concluded that I take a plea or, with all considered, I wasn't exactly fit to stand trial. It was largely undecided but they concluded that I did have to answer somehow for what I did.
Such is my fate.
Authoress Notes:
Mmmkay, there's gonna be some more notes on Satsuki potential judicial outcome, as far this go, in the next chapter.
