"Mother why are you trying to crawl away?" A small voice asks, she almost sounds so innocent, almost. A whimper escapes the lips of a woman who is crawling through the dirt. Anything, anything to get away from the monster she created. She made a mistake. She had to kill her after she was born, but that man. She regretted not killing that freak of a child. Now she has to pay for it, and here she is. Stabbed in the abdomen, her ankles are crushed and she suffers from a deep cut above her eyebrow. Her thoughts are cut off as the small footsteps are walking besides her. 'This is it, the day she'll die.' The woman shrieks in pain as a foot steps on her ankle, hard.
"Please don't ignore me....mother." She shivers at how cold the voice is. A small, crazy giggle shortly follows after. "Besides, don't you want to die with your family together?" A hand grabs her hair and pulls her backwards. She moans in pain, only to see a knife coming closer to her throat. Immediately she starts struggle wildly. "P-Please don't! I-I'm sorry, okay?!" The knife stops a few millimetres before her throat.
"Sorry?" She nods, carefully eyeing the knife in that things hand.
"Y-Yes! I shouldn't have done things to you that no one has to go through! I'm really, really sorry for what I did to you." A tiny smirk makes it's way to the woman's lips. 'If she can talk her way out of this....then she can warn him that his-'
"Do you mean it?" She nods more energetic now. 'Hah, dumbass bitch.'
"Of course! I-I love you!" Her voice croaks at the beginning of the second sentence and she curses herself.
"But why are you saying it now, after all the time?" A bit of suspicion starts to seep through the voice. 'Think fast!'
"I had to discipline you in the right way, so you can grow up as a strong, independent woman." The grip on the knife loosens a bit. 'Almost...there!'
"So why don't you lay the knife down and we can talk things out, maybe heal me and I'll explain everything to you." 'And when she's healed...'
A shrill laugh fills the air. 'Wha-'
"Did you really think....that I would let you go." That thing whispers softly in her ear. "I already killed my dear sister and your multiple husbands, so why would I let you go, mother." The last word is spitted out like it is poison. 'What is happening? Why is this happening." The grip on the knife hardens again and it moves slowly towards her face.
"What if I cut out your tongue? Your pretty face would be ruined." She jerks her head to side, but a small hand grabs her chin and squeezes. Hard. That things nails are digging in her skin. A loud crack is heard from the woman's face. A pained cry emerges from her, and heard throughout the whole area. 'She broke her jaw!'
"You....insolent....bitch!" She grinds out through the pain. "I...gave..you clothes,...food, water...and a....roof above.... your head." It is quiet above her head, and for a moment she wonders what is going on in that things head.
"You called me an ungrateful...bitch. But what are you then?" The woman tries to turn her head around so she can look behind her, the grip on her jaw tightens telling her to not move.
"What...do you-"
"You're a jealous, rich slut that doesn't give a fuck about the child she gave birth to." She giggles again, indicating she finds something funny and the woman that lies beneath her finds irritation bubbling up inside her.
"Why....are you....laughing?" She grits through her teeth, the hand squeezing her cheek isn't really helping.
"You're so dumb." The laughing becomes louder every second that passes. "D-Did...you really....t-think that you...would l-leave this p-place....alive? After...a-all the things....you did to...me?" The woman manages to cast a small glance behind her. The sight of that, scares the woman like nothing before. It smiles, and it is a wide one, her teeth completely bared at her. The clothes are drenched in a sticky substance. The feeling of dread becomes worse. 'It's blood.' The crazy look in that things eyes tells enough, she wouldn't leave this place alive.
"You know what's even more funny?" A dry chuckle falls out of that things mouth.
"I never owned anything except a blanket. So..." The crazy look is still in her eyes. The woman is temporarily forgetting about it and instead focused on the last sentence.
"So I'm sure it's alright for you that'll own you." The woman's eyes widen slightly, already opening her mouth to scream before it's cut off by a knife stabbed in her. It doesn't stop at that, that thing continues attacking her. Her eyes, her back, her throat, her arms. A gurgling sounds wriggles it's way up to her throat, her hands claw at that things hands. 'She doesn't want to die like this! She wants to live long enough to stand besides that man! She doesn-' Her eyes slowly close, life leaving her body faster then expected and the muscles in her arms finally relax, causing them to fall besides her.
"Don't worry mother....I'll make sure you get the biggest firework. After all....you should be greeted in hell."
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Yui's sister
Fanfic"You'll go visit a few relatives." Sounds normal.....right? But there's one thing Komori Nozomi doesn't believe in and that is normal and easy. With a mind full of secrets, a dragon as her companion and a sister she hates, she visits the so called...
