I stared out of the window, watching the scenery pass before my dull eyes. I could faintly hear mama and papa talking in the front of the car, but I couldn't process it. I can't process anything anymore, it seems. I felt a warm hand on mine, making me turn. I looked at my older brother, who looked concerned for me. I gave him a faint smile, though it disappeared just as quickly. I turned my head back to the window, looking out once more. My brother sighed, taking his hand away.
Who am I? I am Celestyna, or Celeste for short. I was born in Poland, but soon we moved to Japan, where I grew up. I'd made lots of friends, such as Kirishima-Kun and Yua-Chan. I loved them so much. But I bet you've realized I used that in past tense.
I had been sick from school, and was out for three days. During that time, I was in the hospital and couldn't seem to stay awake for long. When I got home, Mama, Papa, and Feliks, my brother, were all sitting in the living room, with somber faces. Alec looked as if he had been crying, which worried me, because Feliks never cried.
"Mama, Papa, Feliks, what's wrong?" I asked, fearful of the answer. It was also odd for them all to be home at the same time. Mama worked odd hours, and Papa would go on business trips often. Mama looked up at me, and began crying. She stood up and pulled me into a hug, apologizing rapidly. I was so confused, what was going on? When Mama finally let me go, she sat me down on the love seat across from the couch. Feliks had stood up and left the room, without another word. He locked himself in the room for the rest of the night.
"Celestyna, moje dziecko, moja droga (My baby, my darling)." Mama cried, once again. Papa took this moment to look up at me, his usually kind eyes filled with sadness and pity.
"Kochanie (Sweetheart)." Papa spoke, softly. "The other day, at your school, a man came in. He had a gun, and he was dangerous. When the police got there he was gone, but she.." He trailed off. My eyes grew wide, as they filled with tears.
"Tata, who…?" I couldn't voice the rest, as my voice cracked. He put his face in his hands, and I was already guessing the answer. No.
"By the time they got there she was bleeding so bad, they couldn't do anything." No, no, no, no, no!
"Tata, who…?" I yelled, forcefully, praying it wasn't who I thought he was going to say.
"Kochanie, it was Yua-San." He whispered. I broke into sobs, wailing as loud as I could. NO. No, no, no, no, no, no! I vaguely remember someone's arms around me, which turned out to be Kirishima-Kun, who whispered into my hair, tears streaming down his normally happy face as well.
So here I was now, watching as my hometown of Kyoto faded from view. Papa glanced at me in the mirror. "Celestyna, it's for the best. You need to get away from those memories. Kirishima can always visit you, you know." I nodded, turning my gaze to my lap, where a framed picture sat in my lap. It was from my birthday, when we had gone to the beach for the weekend. I was in Kirishima-Kun's lap, making a heart with my hands, and he was smiling widely. And then she was in my lap, doing a piece sign with both hands. I let a tear slip from my eye and a sad smile formed on my face.
I'll miss you.