"youre the one."

mother.

Takato had went to the nurse and asked for some bandages. The nurse of the school politely gave her the bandages and went on with her work. When Takato had been given the bandages, she started to wrap them up her injuries. She flinched a little when she wrapped the bandages on her scratches.

After Takato had cured herself by bandaging her injuries, she went straight home. Her soft footsteps were heard walking on the tar road. She stood upon an eerie alleyway.

Takato looked at the alleyway and looked both directions, feeling a bit skeptical about the place but it's the fastest route way home. She also didn't want to meet her neighbour through the long route.

Her neighbour had been talking about Takato ever since her mom's incident so Takato avoided her neighbours as much as she can. She slowly walks inside the alleyway, gripping her fists. She walks there slowly and carefully while observing her surroundings.

After a few minutes, Takato had gotten out of the dark alleyway safely and goes on with her journey of going back home. The sun was almost setting, it was dusk now. Takato's house was seen so Takato went straight to it. She reached her house and took out her house keys.

Takato then unlocked the front door using her house keys. ".. I'm home.." Takato said as she went inside her house, closed the door behind her and took off her shoes. She arranged her shoes nearly on the shoe rack. Takato also took off her socks and put them inside her shoes, folding them too to make them look nicely organised.

Takato seems a bit proud of putting her shoes neatly on the shoe rack. As Takato was about to move a step, a loud glass shatter was heard upstairs. Takato's senses picked up the glass shatter sound and she swiftly ran up the stairs. She wasn't frightened of the glass shattering sound, she was frightened about something else.

Once she reached the room that the glass shattering had been heard, there was a sight upon Takato. Her eyes widened as the sight took over herself.

"TATAKEO HONOMURA!!"

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Blood dripped down the sharp knife. Dark red blood stained the whole room. Tatakeo's head was chipped off and blood splurt out of his neck like a fountain. His head had been ripped off like a monster. His body was stabbed with two knives and there was a hole in his chest due to the murderer carving it out like wood.

His insides crawled out through the hole in his body. Blood goops out as his small intestines and stomach slips out on the floor, making a wet bloody clap sound. The stenching smell of blood filled the room, it was intoxicating.

Takato's expression was a mixture of horror and ghast. Her eyes constricted to see the scene unfold upon her, just right at her feet. The figure who was holding the knife was faces the opposite way of Takato's view. The figure slowly turned around. There comes the worst part, knowing who the murderer of the person is.

The person who murdered Takato's younger brother, Tatakeo Honomura, was..

their own mother.

Their own mother had killed their own son, infront of their older sister who loved their sibling more than everyone could ever imagine. A knife was throbbed inside Tatakeo's neck. It was scooping out his trachea and bits of his lungs were also attached to the trachea. Dark and eldritch blood slowly drips down his hand.

Tatakeo's lifeless body falls down to the floor. His chopped off neck was facing Takato, just right infront of her foot. The mother's face was filled with malice and her hands were stained in Tatakeo's stenching blood.

The mother has gone absurd, insane and is completely akrasia. The scene unfolding right now is obnoxiously very gruesome. Takato was speechless due to the shock and fright she's feeling right now. Her body can't move an inch all because of the fright.

"..Mother..W-what..did you do.. to Tatakeo..?" Takato asks, her voice was shaky with fright sensed in her tone. The mother looks at Takato with murderous eyes and laughs exasperatingly. The mother's laugh screeched the ears of anyone who was near her due to how loud it is.

"Darling..you all are so useless.. worthless.. stupid.. foolish.. dumb.. Why the fuck did I gave birth to the both of you shitty.. children.. You guys.. annoy me like hell.. You both don't even do anything good for me.. All you guys do is just.. annoy.. yell.. ignore.. and other dumb fucking shit.. I had enough of this.. See your brother here..?"

The mother took Tatakeo's freshly severed head and showed it infront of Takato. The mother grins creepily with her hair all messy and strangled up. She then throws his head on the wall, making a loud thud sound and making the bones of Tatakeo's head crack due to the force the mother put into throwing.

"Heh.. pathetic..so pathetic.. he should have died anyways.. all he did was just rot.. he doesn't even give any good things for me.. and so do you.. and just get ready.. you're next, Ta-ka-to.."

The mother's view turns to Takato in a swift motion. Takato flinched as her mother's sharp gaze was onto her. The mother then quickly lunges towards Takato. Takato got surprised by her mother just suddenly lunged towards her. At that time, the door of the room opened with force. The police was there, right in time to save Takato. They pushed Takato to the side and held her mother down to the floor. Takato's mother was arrested for the murder of Tatakeo Honomura.

"..mother.."

"why are you acting strange?"

"don't tell me you.."

"..."