Courage to Fly

How I Really Feel Reprise

**Chapter contains violence, and hate. The viewer is advised.**

The cold bench woke Asahina up from her sleepy haze. The coldness always worked, and now that she finally realized what was happening, she knew deep down there was no going back. It was all her fault. Her mother and father, all of Japan, would hate her. 

The cops had detained Asahina and her friends at the local station. She didn't dare look any of them in the eye. Not even Kanade. Especially her. She had let them down. Betrayed them, and treated them so rotten. 

They were all sitting on the bench, each panicking that their parents had to come. It wasn't before long that they were all there, staring down at their children, confusion inscribed throughout. They all left before her, and she knew they would get minimum consequence. Asahina's mother, however, had brought a change of clothes, pain and fury. Her father must have been too embarrassed, too ashamed to show his face. Either that or he was at work.

Panic and the need to be the good daughter fought for dominance over and over again as tears welled up in Asahina's eyes. She felt dead, but her breath was hard to catch, making her scared all the more.

Asahina's mom ran up to her, shoving the bag of clothes onto her lap. Then, with her hands empty, Asahina's mother had struck Asahina across the face. The pain lingered, burning. There was probably a mark in the shape of her mother's hand, just like there was a hole in Asahina's heart.  

" Asahina Mafuyu! What were you doing with these people? These people are the same kinds of people I've warned you about! Let's go, we are going home! NOW! I will not tolerate this sort of behavior. So unlike you...I'm utterly ashamed."

She was surprised her mom didn't get detained herself, but remembered how well of friends the sheriff was with her mother. He was watching, trying not to seem nosy, but speculative.

Asahina felt fire and ice fighting in the pit of her stomach, her face hot with pain and embarrassment, tears racing down her cheeks. Her mother, truly was, and always will be, the evil queen.

The drive, as expected was silent. Her mom brought her clothing that only she herself would wear. Something of a housewife uniform, plain, and conforming.

Asahina felt truly lost, not only in life, but her heart, mind, and soul.