There are those days... I wish I was never born...
Mei smoothed out a wrinkle in her skirt and sighed. Hatori looked over at her from the drivers seat.
"Mei-ch..."
"EYES ON THE ROAD!"
Hatori sighed and face the road.
"Mei-chan..." He tried again "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Mei looked at him, and then nodded.
"Yes..." She said "After all, they are my parent's right?"
He nodded.
"Of course..."
"And besides, I can't keep putting it off and avoiding them..."
"I'll be right outside if you need me."
Mei smiled.
"Thank you Tori-nii, but we both know that I"m fully capable of taking care of myself."
Hatori grinned.
"Yes we do."
The car pulled up in front of Mei's old house, in the Sohma main house. Mei got out and looked at it. It still looked the exact same. The doors were closed and the windows shut, as if they never wanted visitors.
So different from Gure-nii's house... which seems to just mystically invite people over...
She walked up the old wooden stairs and looked at an old wooden, rotted porch swing. She remembered when she was little, how she would come out here late at night, and just sit and rock...
The door was unlocked. Mei stepped inside and took off her shoes, and prepared to walk into the living room.
Tori-nii's waiting outside... I'll be fine.
"Mom?" She called "Dad?"
There was no answer. She walked further into the house.
"Mom?"
There was a noise from the kitchen. Mei walked towards it. The house looked exactly as she remembered it. Plain. Nothing interesting or out of the ordinary. Everything in it's place and it stayed there. The air still had that same stale smell, like that of a room that hadn't been opened in several years. Walking thourgh the place she onced lived, she felt like she were walking thorough a graveyard. Walking on tip toe so as not to wake the dead.
She made it to the kitchen. It was small, yet not cozy in the least. The stove gave off heat, but nothing about the room said warmth. It was just a dank, dark room with, again, nothing special.
"Mom?"
Her mother stood at the stove, staring down at a pot of something. Her long white-blonde hair pulled up into a bun. She always figured she looked more like her mother, but just because of the hair. Her mother's face was as cold as ice. Mei's was always warm with a smile.
"Mom, I'm home."
Her mom turned to face her.
"Home? Heh, that's a laugh."
She adjusted the heat on the stove and walked into the living room.
"Where's Dad?"
"Around here somewhere." She muttered
"Is Mei home?"
Mei's body tensed. That voice sent shivers down her spine. Her father.
Tori-nii's right outside... I'm fine...
Footsteps came down the stairs, loud and clunky. And then he entered the room, glaring upon her with ice cold eyes.
"Hello Father." Mei said softly
"Home?" Mei's mother asked, turning to him
Her father smiled and turned to Mei.
"Oh... our little monster doesn't live here anymore..."
"Dad..."
"She's too good for us." Her mother muttered, tinkering with a tea set on the table. She poured a cup for Mei, who just looked down at it.
"I never..."
"Akito called me. He said that he felt we weren't taking good enough care of you... that we should be 'better parent's'... or something..." Mei's father said "He wanted us to have a little get together, and so that's why I called you here today."
Mei cocked her head curiously.
"But--... he never said..."
"What, did you think we called you here because we love you so much?" Her mother asked, then laughing "How could we ever love a freak like you?"
"Stop it."
"Why? What are you going to do... freak?"
"Like it or not mother, you are the one who gave birth to me. The one who's womb I came from... who brought this 'freak' into this world."
"Why I--."
Mei's father raised his hand to slap her. She calmly reached up and grabbed it and slammed it to the table.
"You'll find, Father, that I'm not a little girl any more." Mei said evenly, letting go of his hand
"How dare you touch me?" He asked
"And you'll also find that... I've become much more bold in the past few years. And 'dare' just happens to be one of my favorite words."
She smiled.
"You two may not want to be my parents. May want to reject me as your child, and that's fine. I'm actually happier that way. But I do want you to know... that I am perfectly content without a trace, a shred, a shard of either of you in my life. You tried to break me down as a child, and it didn't work."
Mei stood and stretched.
"I rather enjoy life. I have good friends, a nice school... a great boyfriend..."
Her mother laughed.
"And who would want to touch a monstor like you?"
"Kyo." She said simply
"So that's perfect, a monstor and a monstor." Her father said "A match made in heaven."
"It is. And I'm very happy with it..." Mei put her hands on her hips. "So whatever you hoped to happen today... that you'd break me down so much that I'd come back here... to living with you... you're wrong... sorry. I'd rather be dead, then live in the shallow excuse for a home again."
Before Mei could move, her father had her on the floor, stradling her, a knife to her heart.
"I could help you with that."