Okay, quick explaination. This is the second part of a trio so if you haven't read the first one, it's Memories Recalled. In this part, Chiro is telling Shishou what happened after Akito took her and Kyo away. In the story Chiro drifts in and out of sleep and while she sleeps she describes events of her childhood so hang in there, I know it's a bit confusing, but bear with me. It will all be okay. Now to the story:

Chiro

I woke up in darkness. My head was throbing. I reached up and touched it. I felt dried blood mingled with my tangled hair. 'Where was I?' I thought. The last thing I remember was the doorbell ringing and running to answer it. After that, I didn't know what happened. "Hello?" I wispered into the darkness. "Is anyone there?" No reply. I was scared. I dragged my legs close to my chest and hugged them. My whole body felt brusied. My ankle was swollen. I started to cry. Papa had always said I was strong and that nothing could make me cry. That seemed so long ago. That was when I was three and had scrapped my knee really bad while chasing Hatsu. Hatori came and looked at it. I told him it didn't hurt. I was sobbing a little now. That's when I heard movment not too far away from me. I froze instantly. There was a small rustle and a moun. I inched away from the unseen monster. I started to shake as I heard it get up of the floor. It started to move around the darkened room. I was in a corner now. My body was shaking as I heard it come near me. I tried to be quiet but I started to sob again. "Chiro," I heard. "Chiro, is that you?" "Papa?" I whispered back. He followed my voice to the corner and sat down beside me. "Don't cry Chiro." Papa whispered as he pulled me into his lap. I winced with pain and my ankle slid across the floor. "Chiro, what's wrong? Does something hurt?" "My ankle," I answered through my pain. I felt his hand slide down my leg until it reached my ankle. I yelled as pain raced through my body when he touched the swollen lump of flesh. His hand jerked away quickly then returned with a gentler touch. I bit my lip so that I wouldn't shout. "Oh Chiro," Papa whispered. "What happened?" I tried to remember, but I couldn't it. Papa held me close to him. I streached out my tiny arms and wrapped them around his neck. There was flecks of dried blook resting on the collar of his shirt. "Shhh," he whispered gently, soothing me to sleep. "It's going to be okay." I knew he was trying to sound comforting, but deep down I knew that it wasn't gong to be okay.