"I've lost it. I can't take this anymore." Saya yells through the crisp white door.
"Saya open the door honey we can talk about this." Mizuki called out desperately.
Saya grabbed the prescriptions bottle hastily. Opened it and popped a hand full of pills into her mouth. "Mom, I'm sorry." She called out before being enveloped by the darkness.
"Dad! I'm here!" Saya calling to a dark silhouette shaped as her father. The shadow turns around.
"Saya it's not your time go back, wake up!"
"No Dad please don't leave, please." Saya starts running towards the shadow then suddenly it disappears. A bright light broke through the darkness, Saya opens her eyes slowly.
"Honey? Honey oh my I'm so happy your awake." Mizuki says with a wary smile, showing her true age. Saya sat up looking around the room, spotting her brother sleeping on the couch. The small frame of the couch hardly holding his large frame.
"Poor Yuki, what have I put him through"
Saya said in a dejected voice. She starts to weep, her weak shoulder shaking. Mizuki hugs her daughter gently as if not to break her.
"It'll be okay, I promise." Those words were the most reassuring.
"Mom I need help." Saya's voice weakly floated. Her mom nodded. Lying down in her bed, Saya drifted in to a heavy sleep.
3 days later, after all the extensive physical and mental evaluations Saya was released from the hospital. They drove in silence, the car smelled of flowers. The soft classical music in the background. The never ending road passing by and the sky gray the air outside had a damp musty smell to it. Life seemed to stop a never ending replay.
They finally arrived home. The big white house with pretty red roses growing in the front. Rushing to get out of the car, Saya gets up stretching her hand towards the sky.
"Mom, I kind of don't want to sit still right now, is it okay is I walk to the park."
A nervous look crept onto Mizuki's face. "Um… sure go ahead honey don't be late to dinner okay?"
"Okay, thanks mom I love you."
Saya turned her back and walked into the dingy afternoon.
As she walked, the cool wind fluttered her raven hair. The cool breeze ran down her spine. Her stride grew long and methodical. She looked up from her feet to find a boy about her age walking beside her