𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 | 𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚

一

"Satsuki,wake up."

The rain was the first thing she heard when she slowly came to awake,she is used to never seen the bright lights or sun welcoming her but nonetheless she recognises that voice.

She let out a small breath, "Teacher..?"

"Atta' girl,stay awake for me." His voice is like an assurance.His hand supported the back to help her sit up straighter,her muscles clicked when she does especially the wound on the side of her arm and rib which made her flinched from the pain.

"The wounds are quite deep but it's nothing severe so i treated them fast it won't get infections." His hoarse voice continue to sing its way into her ears,calming and making her finally feel safe.

But save for the stench of blood still hovering in the air reminding her she is still in fact,in the nightmare.

"What happened?"

"Don't you remember?"

Of course she does-every little bits of it but she wanted to know how did she passed out.

"You were limping your ways through the halls 'till i found you."

Ah,that's right.

She was clutching to her wounds, and as soon as she felt another rushing steps through the earth,she fell forward losing consciousness,welcoming the pitch dark.

"Teacher...are they..?"

He was quiet for a moment, afraid to break the mind of the girl to face the cruel reality,

"Yes,they are."

Her breathing became ragged not too long then,feeling the tears swimming back and dangerously sits at the corner of her eyes. She grabs her fists into his clothes,with a breaking voice she pleads;

"Can you take me to them..one last time?"

He obliged at her request though part of him wanted to refuse because it will just be adding salt to a scar or worst, she can lose herself.
Nonetheless he guided her where she followed suit behind him, swaying almost falling on the way where she felt her bare feet on the dirt; he had brought her to the back of the pavilion. They are both drenched by the rain but ignoring the coldness nipping into their skin.

Though she could not see but she knew what he had done to them,

"Did you bury them,teacher?"

"Yes,i did."

"...all of them?"

She senses him nod quietly.

"Which ones are they?"

The older man looks over, pointing to a certain direction not too far from them but just by hearing the very,very soft wind as he lifted his hand up,she knows where he pointed at and so she headed there without having a single tripping.

She kneeled down between two graveyard,placing both her hands with open palms upon;she feel no hearts beating, no breath of air breathed out so that means,they really are gone.

"I'm sorry i couldn't protect you.." Her small voice trailed off, "If only i didn't leave that night i...maybe i could have prevent all of these."
"I'm sorry.."

She kept on apologising,letting the each drops of her tears drips off from her chin.

"I'm sorry everyone.."