過去 The Past
I was only 7 the day my parents died. They were murdered, or suicide, or forced to die or maybe even all three…
It's not like this was a surprise, an attack out of the blue. I knew there was an explosion underneath the tranquillity, like the calm before the ragging storm. I knew it was bound to appear, and especially now. My parents were not very far apart in both age and minds. They both knew each other quite well, and adapted to each others weaknesses and strength. Still I could understand why they had lashed at each other with words that hurt more than sticks and stones. My father, a quite established businessman, had everything. Intelligence, power, money, wealth, reputation. As I was young and could not see the real things that made one person truly happy, and did not realize that my father did not have any of those things. He had never fallen in love, never felt alive or truly happy. He did not bear any close friends, and did not understand the importance of being a dad rather than a father. Perhaps this was why he felt so empty, empty enough to hurt others to feel content. To feel terrible full in control and power, the wonderful lush of sin and cruelty. Every night my father came home, drowned in alcohol and whipped his angry out on me. This is the very reason I lost my innocence at a very young age. I still have scars lying in some parts of my body. This is a secret I have not shared with a single soul. Not even with the sanctuary of my very being. Though I have barely stopped reminding myself, of my cursed self, spirit, and past. My mother suffered from the same consequences but the only difference is that she deserved them. I'm not going to go ahead and say I haven't done anything to deserve his beatings and...such but, I'm sure 90% of the time, it wasn't even cause of my rebellious actions. My mother on the other hand, was a sex crazed bitch, who wanted nothing but sex –obviously -, money, popularity and was obsessed in her own vanity. I hate them both, from the bottom of my soul. I wished for nothing but a normal family, and if I could have one wish. It would be to erase their existence from my life. Though my mother wasn't as bad as my father. She had some sense of motherhood. We celebrated birthdays at times, and cooked dinner at the most. When my father hurt me, she stood by, with horror in her eyes, crying, and I hated her for that. She never did anything for me, yet I couldn't help but forgive her. Now I see how stupid I was. She was maybe the only thing that I could've known as good back then. But on my 9th birthday, my birthday present was their death.
Dad came home extra early, in the evening, and began complaining why he wasn't invited to his own son's birthday. Mother stood up for me, just one sentence was all it took. Apparently my father wasn't the only one she was screwing. He was pissed off, humiliated, and hurt. He took the knife I cut my birthday cake with and cut open mother throat. I hid in the closet from the moment he walked in, and I could not scream. My heart was in my throat and screaming would probably be the stupidest idea in that situation. My mother lay there in a pool of her own blood, lifeless, with her eyes dead on me. My father started laughing like a mad-man, but soon his laughter turned into howls of agony and pain. He took the knife, and before he cut open his own throat he gave me one last glance in the closet, and smiled, saying one line that would scar my dreams, and mind for the rest of my life.
I'll come back for you.
Author's note:
Hey everyone. Just to let you know, I write a chapter per day with the exception of weekends and exams week which is coming up. So if you don't see new chapters I haven't died or anything, I'm just busy. I know Kurogane's (which is the narrator's name) past is depressing don't worry. There's going to be tons of comedy. I haven't yet, but I'll mention some appearances of Kurogane soon, so stay tune! Hope you like it! Please send reviews, I'll actually listen to you guy *wink*. Anyways, bai for now