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We were in my favourite café. The woman I was drawing was sitting in her favourite seat, the table closest to the windows facing the street. She was waiting for someone. I wish could close my eyes because I feared for what was going to happen.
A small girl with blond hair, like her mother, and violet eyes walked closer to the table. She hoisted herself on to the chair and smiled at her mother. Her older brother was over at the cashier. He was notorious for flirting with every female he passes and this was no exception.
His little sister became annoyed and ran over to make sure he ordered the right thing. They argue a little, but their mother finds it to be the funniest thing she's ever seen.
"Utau." The mother calls in a crystal clear voice, "Be nice to your brother. It's his birthday."
I want to scream at her to leave the café and never come back. On her eldest son's birthday I didn't want to see this. What happens next is engraved in my mind. Never again will I pick up this pencil, I swear to myself.
Utau's mother is about to get up when there is screaming. A man dressed in black runs in and demands everyone to lie on the ground, but Utau is too scared to stay by herself half way between her brother and her mother. She races to her mother.
"I said, stay on the ground." The man ordered aggressively. However, Utau is little she doesn't know any better. She just wants to be safe and the safety she knows is where her mother is.
Utau's next steps determine the fate of her and her mother.
"Get down." Her brother screams desperately. They never got along, but he never wanted anything to happen to her. Who would he argue with? Who would make him turn around when he got too distracted? Who would be his little and precious sister?
The gun in the man's hands turned on the boy lying on his stomach in front of the cash register.
"No." Utau calls and the gun is back on her. She isn't on the ground like she was told, but the man has no more patience. He pulls the trigger.
The man freezes, he never intended on killing anyone, but he was frustrated because things didn't go the way he had planned. He races out the door without so much of a word. The café comes to life in an instant everyone is on their phones calling for an ambulance. Unfortunately, everyone knows no one can survive a bullet to the head.
Utau crawls out from under her mother's body and races to her brother. She apologizes multiple times. He becomes distant and pushes her away as police and paramedics arrive. They become separated and the images start to fade from my vision.
I looked down at the sketchpad and noticed there were two extra pictures faded in the background. One was of the boy who might regret his decision to push his little sister away and the second was of the now scarred Utau.
The main picture was gruesome. Their mother's eyes were wide and there was blood running down her face. There was a hole just above her left eye. The picture I sketched was so detailed, that my hand even included the bullet showing partly out of the wound.
I slammed the book shut. This can't be happening. I remember the events and my promise as I try to fall asleep. However, sleep doesn't come easily. I twist and turn, and eventually fell to the floor. I find the most comfort on the cool ground.
The morning was like the one when Ami found her new parents. Everyone was rowdy and excited. I, on the other hand, was tired and rude.
"Um . . ." One of the girls who bullied Ami tried to get my attention, but I walked right by her. I was in no mood to talk. No one knew my name here and I liked it like that.
I was lying on my bed and there was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" I called and then pulled out my I-pod headphones.
There was no answer at first, but then a small voice answered, "Our caretakers want us all to gather down stairs."
I walked to the door and threw it open. The small girl whimpered and then I felt guilty.
"I'm sorry." I told her, "I just had a really bad dream."
The girl looked at me with an understanding look and then ran off. She came back in seconds with a pink elephant in her arms.
"You can have it." She told me and passed it to me. "My mom bought it for me when I had nightmares, but they are all gone now. So, you can have it." She smiled.
I tried to smile, but I couldn't. "Thank you." I whispered and put the elephant on my bed.
She pulled me down stairs. Everyone was sitting in the kitchen. I walked in and no one turned to greet us instead they stared at a young girl with blond wavy hair. She had some blood on her shoulder.
"She ended up on our door step." The witch informed us, "She won't tell us anything."
I pushed through the small crowd around her and knelt down in front of her.
"Utau." I called. She looked up at me. Then recognition flashed through her expression. She jumped up and hugged me.
"Ikuto, doesn't want me anymore." She cried on my shoulder.
I had to act as if I knew nothing, "What about your mom?"
"She . . . She died." Utau confessed, but hearing it from her made it seem all that more real. I gripped her tightly and tried to comfort her.
"She can't stay here." The witch prompted.
I spun around and glared at the woman. I growled, "Why not?"
The two caretakers were taken back by my outburst, but it served them right. This was an orphanage.
"She has a brother." The happier one commented.
"He doesn't want me." Utau cried.
"Can't she stay were Ami was staying?" I asked. The caretakers looked between each other and then sighed. They agreed eventually.
Everyone happily greeted their new friend, but I suddenly realized one important detail. Her brother didn't just throw her way; he was a minor. He, legally, couldn't take of his sister. I wondered what he was going to do if he didn't come here with his sister.
The day came and went. I faded to the background again, once Utau became comfortable with all her new friends.
There was a chest in my room. So, to prevent myself from seeing any more deaths I decided to hide it in the chest. The caretakers came up to tell me its lights out. I obeyed without any complaint like usual, but I was too tired.
The next day I was a woken by Utau.
"What is it?" I asked.
"There are two strangers downstairs." She told me. I sighed.
"Yeah, they here to adopt a child." I told her.
"So, they could be my new mom and dad?" She asked. I looked at her and nodded.
"What happened to your dad?" I realized that her mom wasn't a single mother.
"Ikuto went to find him." Utau stated looking at her hands.
I decided I wouldn't pry anymore. I quickly put on some jean short-shorts and a pink blouse. Utau was wearing a yellow sundress. We walked down stairs. Two wealthy-looking people were standing in the living room surveying all the kids. I found it to be inhuman.
The woman turned around when the stairs creaked under our weight. Utau hugged my leg. I assumed she recognized the woman.
"Utau, dear. Come home with your auntie and uncle." She tried to persuade Utau.
Utau shook her head and tightened her grip on my leg.
"Where's your brother, Utau?" The man asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
"He went to find daddy." Utau told him.
The man looked at Utau with a skeptical look and the woman started to laugh.
"Your father." The woman laughed. Her husband tried to make her be quiet, but she wasn't listening. I could tell he was frantic to stop her, so I covered her ears.
"Your father is dead." The woman sneered and I glared at the woman. When I uncovered Utau's ears, I realized she still heard. She ran upstairs crying. The woman and her husband came to the foot of the stairs. They recognized me.
"Well, if it isn't the little slut Ikuto hung around with." The woman spat.
"Watch your mouth." I scolded, "They can hear you."
The woman looked over her shoulder to the living room and then shrugged her shoulders.
"I see your good-for-nothing parents finally abandoned you." The woman cackled.
I walked down the stairs and acted unfazed. I passed her and flipped my pink hair over my shoulder. I looked back at them and glared, but said nothing as I continued to the kitchen.
The woman was determined to get a reaction out of me. She followed me into the kitchen and started to degrade me. However, I have seen too much and experienced too many things to care what she called me and I also knew none of her accusations were true.
I heard her stomp out of the kitchen. I slumped into a chair. I was kidding myself is I said what she called me didn't effect me. Everyone in my old high school assumed I was a dumb slut just because I had a strange hair colour, and I was petite. It also didn't help that I hung around with Ikuto.
I was just staring at my cereal bowl when the doorbell rang. No one answered and the doorbell rang again. I got up and walked over to the door. When I opened the door a man who reminded me of Ikuto was standing in front of me.
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