Can you save me from this?
She was terrifying that night.
Not that she was every particularly normal. 'Lucid' was never a word you could use to describe my mother, and 'Sane' was definitely a far cry away from what she always was. No sane person, after all, would claim their son was not their son, and then beat them senseless in the hope of bringing their son back.
It all made sense to her, of course. If it hadn't I wouldn't have had to deal with her delusions for what was, for me, my whole life. I wouldn't be the way I am. I would have to hide from her.
I wouldn't be trying to escape the terrifying expression on her face as she advanced on me, screaming at me to be hers. To be her Ritsuka, not myself. To own myself and be myself is not something I'm every allowed. I am not even myself- I must be her Ritsuka, at all costs.
I tune her out and cover my head with my arms as she beats me with her fists, having back me into a corner. I'm nothing but numbness, waiting for her to finish being angry, hoping it doesn't get any worse.
As suddenly as she started beating me she stops, although I can still hear her rambling under her breath. Tentatively, I lower my arms to see what she's doing. My pulse quickens as I see she's grabbing a knife out of the drawer. The look on her face is murderous as she turns back to me, and I'm suddenly much more scared than I have been in a long time.
As she approaches I climb to my feet, eyeing her warily, backing away as she comes closer. One hand pulls on the lanyard around my neck, pulling out the phone Soubi gave me. My finger presses the button that speed dials Soubi's number- I don't realize I've done it until my mother shrieks at me and charges.
"What are you doing?!"
I scream as she charges at me, ramming into me, burying the knife in my shoulder. The phone falls from my hand, and she grabs it, tossing it away to the other side of the kitchen. It hits the wall, and I think it shattered.
"How dare you? My Ritsuka would never call someone when I was talking to him. He would never be so inconsiderate. Give my Ritsuka back to me!"
I grit my teeth as she pulls the knife out of my shoulder. As she raises it to strike me again, I hope against hope that somehow Soubi picked up before my mother destroyed it. That the one who promised to always save me was coming, would be here soon. Our homes weren't all that far apart, after all.
As the knife comes down again, I know that hope is futile.
I scream as she implants the sharp tool in my stomach. The world seems to blur. All I can do is look down at the protruding knife. Blood flows out of the wound and onto the floor, and my limbs feel suddenly weak. I cough, a metallic taste in my mouth, and my knees give out. I fall-
-into strong arms that frantically turn me over. It smells familiar- I open my eyes weakly, and see Soubi's frantic face. I can't help but smile, a little. He came to save me, but he can't save me from this.
"Ritsuka, hang on, you'll be alright, just, please…"
I cough again, blood getting on the front of my shirt and onto his. The action serves to hide my laugh.
"Can you… save me from… this, Soubi?"
There are tears in his eyes as I close mine- and sink into deep, eternal darkness.
Okay, so this is bad. Really bad. I was bored, so sue me. I've never written fanfiction before either. So if they're like… reaaaaally Ooc, don't kill me, please. Also, this is my disclaimer at the end of the fic: These characters belong to Yun Kouga, not me. Please forgive my butchering.
-Six Tales
