I didn't know why I made that promise with her. The words were neither meant nor thought to be said yet it rolled off my mouth like the air that I exhaled. Maybe, just maybe, it was because I wanted to stop her tears from falling again. I don't want to see her eyes swollen because of endless crying at night when paranoia crept up on her...when she was thinking that they were just lurking in the darkness waiting for another chance to assault her again.
There was a slightest stung of guilt whenever I saw her cowering in the corner of her room shedding her tears once more...I wasn't one of the culprits...I was there to help her...yet...I felt like I was part of the crime.
She never did anything aside from crying...The crime had that huge impact on her. It shattered her life...it took away her soul...and I was hired to help her recover but how could I do that if she was also scared of me. She would cry at the sound of my voice like it reminds her of their laughter and if I would try to approach her she would scoot away as much as possible from me.
I was tired of getting the same response from her...and I'm afraid that I'm taking the things personally. I wasn't just there to do my job as a psychiatrist...I was there for a much deeper sense.
"Ms. Sakura..." I called to her and as I expected she flinched and almost sunk in the corner after hearing my voice. I took a few steps forward and she started to tremble...I stopped on midway after seeing the way she reacted but unlike our previous sessions I continued my way and even crouched down to her level.
Her shaking increased and the pain in my chest hurt more.
"What shall I do to make you recover?" I murmured to her and she was shaking terribly while the river of tears was ceaselessly flowing down on her cheeks.
"Tell me I'll do anything....do you want me to avenge you?" I was surprised when her shaking gradually stopped but still she remained silent and crying.
I went over my limits and said.... "Do you want me to kill them?" I asked "just say it and I'll do it."
Her clenched fist slowly unfolded and her face bit by bit turned to me and with her bloodshot eyes, red not only because of endless crying but also of anger, she said... 'Yes.'
A/N: Should I continue?