Mirrored

Chapter 22 - Ryosuke

New Chapter!!!

Warning: Exploration trauma and suicide attempt is discussed in this chapter. This is a serious topic and may not be suitable for everyone. Please take care of yourself and read what is most comfortable for you.

Hi guys, I know it's been so long and maybe a lot of you got tired for waiting but here's another once a month update. It's been a little difficult juggling studying and writing but I will try to write as frequently as I can.

If you are reading this chapter, thank you so much for reading. It means more than you know.

But anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

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"Cursed are those who feel oceans but can express just a drop."

- Unknown

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My mind wouldn't shut down.

It was wishful thinking to hope that I could, but I would do anything to remove and eliminate all my memories right now. The sharp scent of blood slowly spreading and staining her lose fitted clothes, eyes rolled to the back of her head, cyanosis of the lips and fingertips as the rise and fall of her chest become more shallow, more rapid until you think you can't hear breath sounds at all.

The weight of each limb, limp and heavy.

And then, I loose rationality. I'm throwing objects; pen and paper from my desk, documents, files, laptops, phones, they all collide against the wall and ricochet back fractured and broken apart. I'm smashing my fists against the mirrors, the glass digging, slicing apart my skin. I'm yelling my throat raw and I can't stop. I physically cannot stop.

"Onichan?"                                                                            

My attention snaps. Just a foot away from the door outside my room, Minori stood, hands gripping on the doorknob, knuckles pale white. She stares me down intently, gauging out what is playing inside my head – a talent she developed growing up.

"Yeah?" I answered, motioning for her to come inside. Her hands slowly slipped away from the door, before padding inside my room. Just like she always did, ever since she was old enough to walk on her own, she took her seat on the edge of my bed. I bring my chair closer over to her. "What's wrong? Did the Russian idiot offend you? What do you want me to do?"

She gave a half hearted laugh and shook her head. "Nik's fine. I think I'm the annoying one. Didn't think wedding plans could be so exhausting."

"Just get Okasan to help. She'll do everything for you."

"You know I don't want that." Minori grimaced. "I want that day to be my day. I want everything how Nik and I want it. My wedding must be perfect."

I still couldn't believe my sister, my baby sister was getting married in mere months. She was getting married before I was and she had barely explored the world. But her heart was set and so was the heart of the man she was marrying. The simpleness of contentment they exuded when next to each other was disappointingly comforting.

"If you ever decide to cancel the wedding because that Russian idiot decides to be everything he should not, I will finish him."

"Don't you dare." Minori pointed her finger at me. "And even if he did anything he shouldn't be, I will end him. I am more than capable."