AN: I actually managed to get a few reviews on the last chapter and since I like the attention thought that I'd post this. Now, I am going to show the part in between but the time frame is going to be distorted between flashbacks and regular time. Still, I need to also limit my time on this because there are other fics that need my attention 😉
Chapter Fifty Three
I've become nothing more than a body these days. I'm not sure what happened in her life but Tina has become a deranged psycho. Yes, I apologize for ruining her life with Rick. I can not apologize enough for ruining the life that she might have had with Rick but that was years ago and it didn't result in my keeping Rick strapped to a table and taunting them about leaving their family behind.
Apparently Kyoko has distanced herself from everyone including the girls who are being taken care of by my parents. My mother is still working and has started a charity organization in my name. My dad though, the person who I thought would be focused on has become invisible. People are questioning where he is and Tina or 'Ricky' isn't doing anything but torturing me about the fact that he's dead and nobody cared enough to announce it.
I don't even know how my body is going to be if I ever get found. I can't move, well I can move slightly but I try not to. If they see it, it means that they either up the dosage of whatever drug they're using on me or I get a pretty severe shock. I hear someone enter the room and close my eyes. Sometimes they force me to look at them, let's see if they prefer to this way.
"Oh..my god," I hear a very familiar male voice say and I try hard not to let my delusions get in the way. I can't imagine anything comforting or it's going to hurt more that I no longer have it. I feel someone coming over to me and try to remain more still than they think that I can be. I feel something taken off of me and yanked out. I grimace before hearing the man speak.
"Oh god. Sorry. I'll try to do this painlessly," he says and I open my eyes and see that within the shadows there's a man wearing a hooded leather jacket with a scarf over his mouth and sunglasses on. My eyes go down to his right arm. He has a gun on him and I can tell that he has a knife strapped to the inside of his jacket.
"Kuon," he says and I flinch, turning to the side before the pain comes from him taking something else out. He picks up my arm and sees how I don't have any control over it. "What did they put into you?" he asks and I just want to stop hearing that voice. My breath starts racing and I hear him come to the other side of me. Is he going to stab me? Is he here to finish things off?
"Damn this!" he snaps before taking off the sunglasses and I see those familiar eyes from my childhood.
"D-aad?" I ask in a whisper and he smiles at me weakly before grabbing my body and seems to pat it down to see that all the wires I had on are taken off. He picks me up bridal style and pulls me towards him. He also grabs something else that I can't really see. As he holds me to him as if I was still a little kid, I hear something else and then feel Dad only have one arm around me. I hear a gunshot and then brace myself before feeling Dad running out.
Did my father actually shoot somebody?
As much as I'm trying to keep up with all of this, I feel my head fall to the side and Dad puts both arms around me. "I've got you," he whispers to me and I have to ask the same question. Did my father just shoot somebody!?
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"The doctor didn't tell you," one of the nurses says to Father and I. I don't want to think about what the words might be next. That his body was crushed in a way where we won't be able to see what he looked like before he was taken to the hospital? That he's missing some piece of his corpse? That he's turned a pale blue color because of cyanosis. "The body is missing."
I pause before turning to face the nurse. What the hell does that mean? I manage to calm myself down enough to deliver a sharp glare to the woman opposite me. I feel a swirling of demons surrounding me and laugh darkly. Father's eyes are wide but I don't know if it's because of my reaction or what this bi-woman actually said.
"You said that my husband's body is MISSING!?" I yell in a mix of disbelief and anger. "How INCOMPETENT is this hospital! What happened? Did somebody steal i-" I say as I bring the girl to the wall and put a single finger on her throat. I press my nail down onto her throat and then hear Father laughing weakly.
"How are you going to apologize for this?!" I ask feeling that Father has actually broken due to the stress of today and the fact that tomorrow would have been Kuon's birthday. We were going to celebrate his life, his accomplishments, he'd finally recovered enough to have a celebration with close family friends. I want to murder this girl for even suggesting that Kuon's body is gone.
"He might be alive," Father says and I look at him. As much as I want to believe that is true, I've been with Kuon and I felt that pain through me that makes me believe he's gone. I glare at Father feeling as if he's taunting me.
"If we can't account for his body then maybe there isn't a body to bury," he laughs sounding like a damn psychopath. Well, I can't help but feel sorry for him. His precious son who he tried to save has gone missing because some damned staff member is a necrophiliac.
"Find the body or I'll sue this whole hospital either that or I'll burn it to the ground," I tell her. I don't think I could ever do that. There are a lot of sick people here. They are at least helping some people but for Kuon to not only die but for me not to be able to give him the type of funeral he deserves. It goes beyond devastating to me.
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I'm not sure why Father wants me here or why he said that he refused to answer any questions about what's going on. It's been nearly two months since Kuon's death and that means it's nearly a year from a traffic accident which I wish every single day that I had been in instead of Kuon. I know that I've lost weight, I know why everyone refers to me as a ghost. I don't want to be an enabler any longer to Father's -
"Get away from me!" I hear someone yelling and I take a deep and painful breath in. It sounds so much like his voice. Still, if it was Kuon's voice it wouldn't have that deep level of fear in it. There would be those broken phrases, that stuttering. I'm being manipulated again. Father has trapped me into his delusions. I thought I would be okay. I didn't have to be a mother or wife anymore. I could just be alone but that voice. It's haunting.
"Sir, we need you to be calm or else we'll have to use a sedative," the doctor says and I look into the room. I freeze as I look at the medical staff, I look at Father, I look at a man who appears very much alike to my deceased husband.
"Don't you d-d-dare come…clo-sser with…that thi-thing!" he yells and I stand there before walking over to a doctor who is getting a needle prepared. Without any prompting, I grab the doctor by the wrist.
"He said not to go near him with that thing," I say in a very cold manner before looking back at him. He's shaking, his eyes wide in a way that I've never seen him before, he looks so different from just his expression and his body posture but there's so much…Kuon.
"Are you real?" I ask him as I take a step over to him and see Father place a hand on his shoulder. What happened? Who was responsible for this?
"I don't…know," he says in a frightened manner and I put a hand on his cheek. I tilt my head to the side and quickly lean up, kissing his lips and pull away, tears clouding my eyes. His kisses are still the same. I wrap my arms around him and he pushes me back, moving into the corner and starts staring at his hands. What's going on with him? What happened to him?
"You did this!" he shouts at a female doctor in the room. She looks shocked as he points at her. "It's your fault! You caused this to ha-ha-ha-happen," he says before starting to cough very painfully. "You b-b-B***"
I kneel down beside him as he seems to have trouble breathing. I watch as he grabs a knife meant for surgery and throws it until it's about an inch away from the doctor's head. He is gasping for breath and is holding another surgical knife. Something has broken him. I don't know how to help him. I bring him to me and hold him as he attempts to breathe. He closes his eyes as his head remains on my shoulder and I see the doctor behind him with a large needle. I take a deep breath and pull him closer to me. I nod to the doctor and they inject him. He falls unconscious in my arms.
"Oh my god, Kuon," I whisper as I struggle against the doctors. I want to keep him in my arms right now. Only I know how to really and truly protect him. "What happened to you?" I ask before Father gestures that I have to let the doctors get him back to the bed. "Corn. I'm right here. I'm not going to leave. I'm right here."
"The patient appears to be dangerous, we might need to use a straighjacket," a hear a doctor say behind me and I look at Kuon who has been moved back to the bed. I push my hand through his hair and see the wounds on his face, I don't know what his body looks like but it's as if the wounds go far down from these surface marks and have completely destroyed his psyche.
"I don't think he needs a straightjacket," I try to tell them but am ignored. I lean forward and kiss his lips. "I'll be right here waiting for you to wake up," I tell him lovingly before looking at Father. "Thank you," I whisper. I don't know how to begin filling Kuon in on my life but I'm still stuck by one thing. Has Kuon really become so dangerous that they think he needs straightjackets and sedatives.
End of Chapter Fifty Three
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Thank you to the reviewers of Chapter Fifty Two
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AN: So, I have a question for anyone out there who wants to answer it. I keep getting PMs about me not updating works which people want to see and focusing on ones that I like. Do you think that I should try to write for the more popular ones, the ones I really like even if they are not popular, or a little of both? I'm thinking a little of both but maybe also go for the frequency of reviews since I'm a review monster.
Anyway thanks for letting me ponder
