The early morning of September 25.

An officer pulled my sisters and me over on the highway for speeding. Seiya was driving, Taiki was in the passenger seat and I was wiggling in the back.

The officer pointed his flashlight in Seiya's face demanding her driver's license, and she calmly handed it over.

"Where are you all headed in such a hurry?" the officer asked.

"To the hospital," Taiki replied. The sweat on her forehead did not hide how nervous she was.

"Something happened, we're in a hurry," Seiya continued.

The officer looked inside the car to see me, who was just holding our jackets in the back seat. Nerves took the chill off us. He examined a little with his eyes.

"What happened?" he asked. If he wasn't a law enforcement officer I would tell him it was none of his business, but after all we were looking for a roadside stop at that hour.

I took a breath and looked at him to answer:

"We had a domestic accident; I sprained my wrist," was all I had to say. I silently thanked him for not stuttering, I was on edge with his accusatory look on me.

He averted his gaze to look back at Taiki.

Three whole seconds in which his eyes were fixed on her. Three seconds in which I felt the horrible tension of his accusing gaze on my sister. Three long seconds in which I wondered when she would start the car again.

The sound of the small tapping of Seiya's newly obtained driver's license against the side of the policeman's hand brought me back.

"Let us go! It's an emergency!", Seiya finally lost his composure. I followed his lie with a loud groan by grabbing my supposedly twisted arm. In doing so I released what was underneath our jackets.

The officer had no doubts left, or so I think, as he turned his gaze to Seiya at the steering wheel.

"Drive carefully," he finished, handing the license to Seiya, proceeding to pull away from the window.

The car finally started up again, my hands went back to gripping what was underneath the bundle of coats. I looked at Taiki, she was static staring at a fixed point with clenched fists.
I didn't dare look out the rear window, so I fixed my eyes on the rear view mirror noticing how the policeman and his patrol car became small with distance. Seiya was watching too, and by the time the officer was out of sight, he accelerated back in the direction of the hospital. But it wasn't about me.

It was about what was underneath the pack of jackets.

"Yaten, don't drop it," Taiki told me.

I picked up the jackets throwing away the yellow and the white one. The red one I left, it was the support for Michiru to stop bleeding. When we were stopped I took my jacket and Taiki's to cover Michiru's body, we were lucky the policeman didn't notice.

"Is she still breathing?" asked Seiya. I moved a little closer to Michiru's semi-bleeding face.

"It's very faint, barely audible," I replied looking up at my taller sister.

I felt through the vibration of the seat as I increased the speed of the car. We were almost at the hospital.

To tell the truth, I wasn't sure what was going to happen now. We wanted to confess what had happened and all we received were threats.

Michiru wanted to help us, wanted to finish her work, and she got this.

"Make sure the cut on his neck doesn't let any more blood escape, push with the coat," Seiya was looking at me in the rear view mirror indicating what to do. It was his coat over Michiru's blood that threw the policeman off.

"We can't get away from this." I said, obeying.

"We know," Taiki's gaze was lost on the road ahead.

"Will we tell the truth?", I wanted to cry at that moment.

"Everything we've worked for will get out of hand," Both Taiki and I looked at Seiya, the older sister. "Let's make sure Michiru is saved." She cried in an almost imperceptible silence for both of us.

Then Taiki covered her mouth with her hands suppressing her crying over her tears.

Then Seiya shouted to the staff at the emergency entrance.

Then I screamed for help.