The rain fell softly against the window glass. It was like a metronome to Yuko, pounding in her head. She tried to continue thinking to herself but the noise droned on and on. She fixated on each tiny droplet and listened to the sounds individually. Time passed by and she grew bored of its monotony. There were not many things to do where she was, where ever she was. It was dark, and cold. All she had to keep herself warm was the torn clothes she had on. Looking at the rips, Yuko couldn't even remember where she had gotten them from. One of her sleeves was completely torn off and her shoes were missing. Again, she could not remember why.
Realizing that sitting would do no good, she got up from the room's corner, where she has sat for days. She clung to the wall as she moved to another room. For some reason, she was exhausted.
She glanced at the floor and realized that her feet were covered in a warm liquid. It was dark; she could not tell what it was. She continued to wander, caring not what the substance was.
She found herself moving into what seemed to be a living room type space. She collapsed onto a nearby couch and closed her eyes for a moment. There, she peered up at a coffee table with pictures on it. She studied them out of curiosity. The first one she looked at was of a man and a woman, a wedding photo. Both looked very happy and somewhat familiar. She thought nothing of it and continued on to the next picture. This one was of just one person, a boy no younger than six. He had a big smile on his face while he held up a fire truck. In the back ground, you could see a pine tree with decorations all around it. He too seemed familiar. The last photo was of a girl. She was about 15 and had dark hair. The picture was nothing special. She was just standing and looking at the camera. Yuko's mind clicked and realized that it was her, her brother, mother and father.
She jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen. This was her house. She tripped on the change of tile to carpet and planted her face into the floor. Those were her family. She tilted her head up from the floor and stared directly into the face of her brother. This is her problem.
She screamed and recoiled back into an upright position. There laid her brother frozen in fear and to forever remain that way. Behind him was her mother and father both no longer of this world too. What is going on? She couldn't do anything and before even trying to test this theory, the door was violently pounded upon. Her head sprung backwards at the door as it spoke. Hello? Is everything ok in here? This is the police. Open up! She didn't know what to do. What happened to her family? What are those people going to do? Will she be blamed for this? Will they believe her about not remembering? She didn't have time to answer herself before the door flung open and off from its hinges.
Men flooded the room and huddled around Yuko. They didn't suspect her as the one who did this but they asked her questions, questions she did not answer, nor could. So many voices spoke to her at the same time. She tried to focus in on them like the rain but for some reason couldn't. She snapped. The voices that would not stop had stopped. She silenced them without even trying and her mind was at peace again. She didn't know why it had, but everything was quiet again. She closed eyes, opened and she stared at the many bodies laid sprawled out before her. Eye's wide, she only had one thought.
What happened?