Hey there! I mainly decided to write this little collection for a friend but I don't mind if anyone else reads.
-- Saki
Chapter One
"Soren!" the 13-year old Taiya called out to her older brother. "Yes, Taiya?" Soren, a 15-year old teen answered his sister's call. "Could you get Sayuri and me something to drink?" She asked, her warm smile showing as always. "Fine." He groaned, starting to stand up. Soren turned and walked inside.
"Don't see why Taiya-chan couldn't get it herself." Soren sighed, pulling out a juice carton out of the refrigerator. Then the silver-haired teen grabbed two glasses out of the cupboard. After filling the glasses and placing the carton back, Soren started to walk out of the kitchen.
Glass shattering, then complete silence broken by a mere scream for help. Two gunshots were heard then the screeching of rubber on the gray pavement. Soren feared the most. The teen rushed outside. His fears… were true.
"Taiya!" Soren shouted. Blood. There was a small pool of the crimson liquid surrounding the poor girl. Soren's emerald green eyes were wide and filled with tears, but mainly filled with fear and shock. He only left her for a minute and now here little Taiya was, laying in a pool of her own blood. Sayuri was nowhere to be found. Most likely, she was kidnapped. "Taiya, no… This can't be happening… No… This has to be some kind of sick nightmare." Soren's tears started falling down his pale cheeks, slowly. You could hear the sirens of the ambulance in the distance. A minute or two later, the ambulance was in front of the Kurosawa residence. After Taiya was loaded up in the back, Soren climbed inside.
The pain Soren felt wasn't like anything else he had felt before. Losing a loved one was a tragic experience for the young teen. He felt… heartbroken. Hours went by quickly. Taiya Kurosawa was pronounced dead after arriving at the hospital. Soren returned home shortly after. He returned home all right, but to the teen, his home turned into a living hell that night.
"Soren! How could you let such a thing happen to your little sister?!" His mother started to yell at the poor teen. "I-" He was interrupted by his father, "You know never to leave her by herself! And now Sayuri's parents are upset because their daughter is gone!" His father yelled, "What do you have to say for yourself?!" "Well, I… I'm sorry…" Soren said all quietly. "Sorry? Sorry? Like hell you're sorry! That's not going to help anything this time!" His father clenched his fists, getting ready to hit the heartbroken boy. Soren just stood there, knowing this would happen. To him, the abuse from his father was a daily routine. His mother had left the room. Even though she wanted to protect her son from his father, but she also didn't want to get caught up in it.
One hit after another, Soren just stood there, taking it all in. "You're nothing but a screw up! An accident that just happened! If your mother didn't decide to keep you, you wouldn't be alive right now! You'll never amount to anything. You have no life." Those words his father screamed hurt Soren more than his father's punches did. "I'm not a damn screw up!" Soren shouted. He couldn't take it. "I wish you'd die! Both of you!" He screamed, dodging the next hit and rushed out the door and out of the house. All Soren could think of doing was to run. Run away. Away from the hellish nightmare he was living.
"Taiya… I'm sorry." He whispered on the wind, sitting down underneath an oak tree in a park not far from the neighborhood where he lived. "Taiya.. If only I had made you… and Sayuri come with me…" Were the boy's last words before falling asleep under the tree.