The resque of a wounded melody [Kanamafu]pjsk

Chapter 1: the hardest saturday of my life

TW:character death, self injuries, attempt, child abuse

As said in the description

[I DO NOT CONDONE THE PROMOTION OF ANY OF THESE, all of this is supposed to be for awareness, I would NEVER PROMOTE harmful topics, consider the difference between actual serious topics being well written for awareness and people poorly writing it and making it look like a good thing]

Every time you see this red dot 🔴 + one or more of these topics mentioned,means you can freely skip the part if you can't handle said topics

Prologue

[Kanade's father sickness only got worse and it put him to his deathbed, Kanade could only cry to herself praying her father would heal, but those prayers remain unanswered and unconsidered by fate itself]

[One day, she woke up and looked at herself at the mirror, she didn't know how much she had cried last night, but it was enough to turn her eyes bloodshot, she could only wipe the still-wet tears pooling down her sad and soft blue eyes, she had breakfast, she took a shower and changed into her daily clothes, it was a saturday, that means no school in the way, she gave a small mental smile but it quickly faded...]

Kanade's pov:

I received a call from the hospital my father was in, I prayed to myself it was actually good news (but those prayers only shattered and flew away as soon as I picked up.

I heard a soft yet urgent voice, it was the doctor who was in charge of taking care of my father.

"Are you mr. Yoisaki's daughter?"

"Yes"

I replied trying to keep it neutral

The man replied

"Come at the hospital, we have to discuss something"

I felt a lump in my throat and fear mixed with anticipation washed over myself, I got out of the house and began to reach the hospital and immediately barged in my father's room, I saw him lying there, BARELY ALIVE, his eyelids barely open and looked too weak to speak

🔴 before character death [FEEL FREE TO SKIP]

The doctor looked at me and sighed.

"Kiddo I'm so sorry, your father doesn't have much time left, he has left like 40 minutes to live, his sickness could only get worse to the point we have left little to nothing to do than accept he will no longer be with us tomorrow"

My eyes widened and my eyes could only well up with fresh yet warm tears.

"N-no please, there might be a solution, no I can't accept his death easily, he is like the only person I have left"

I muttered shakily, trying not to break down.

"K-Kanade"

The voice of my father interrupted my silent sobs, I turned to him, he gestured to come near him and I obeyed, he tried to sit up a bit, I had to help him since there wasn't much left before he would leave me.

He lifted up his hand and wiped the tears in my eyes, giving a sad smile. I spoke up.

"W-what is it papa?"

He replied with a sad, weak but reassuring tone

"I wouldn't ask you more than to keep making music and believe in yourself, I may be gone but..."

he cupped my face, his touch was like the first time he met me, my mom was resting after a painful yet worth it birth, he was the first one to see me I could still hear his first words to me

"Kanade"

I snapped out of the flashback and looked at my father, having a confused look

"Nothing papa just... feelings"

He chuckled, just to light up the situation

"As I was saying, you still have me in your heart, your dreams, your hopes and your future goals, I love you Kanade"

I then replied, burying myself in his embrace:

"Thank you papa, thank you for making me discover my passion, thank you for helping me follow it even though you weren't there.
Thank you for everything"

I cried, he also held back tears, he knew I hated seeing him cry, I could feel his heart ache, and mine ached as well, as if they were connected.

Suddenly, his embrace became weaker and his last words were

"Sweetheart? Is that even you? You look like an angel, a beautiful one, with golden lights in long cyan and gold hair, a shiny golden halo and a melodious voice accompanied with the sound of an harp being stroken by the soft skin of her hands, I'll keep it in mind, at least my thoughts will be about you even if I'm dead"

He chuckled weakly and sadly, he then let out his last breath, his heartbeat became faint and I could feel his body temperature starting to drop, his skin becoming pale as the time went on and the heart monitor attached to him reached the end, only for it to let out a long and heart wrenching beep.

That sound alone was stabbing my already aching heart, I let out tearless sobs and silent cries.

The doctor sighed sadly

"I'm so sorry kiddo, I'm so sorry you may leave the hospital, we'll let you know about the burial date in a few days"

I left the room and returned home, taking off my shoes and running to my bedroom, going under the covers as I clutched my pillow, wetting it with my tears.