Chapter 2: The Ending of My World and the Starting of Another
I watched as my mother kicked and screamed from the arms of one policeman who was tasked with restraining her. She was screaming nonsense at the topic of her lungs so loudly I'm surprised her vocal cords haven't torn themselves apart. I didn't know what to do. I felt lost. What were they doing with my mother? Who were these people? I knew by their uniforms that they were law enforcement. Yuki had brought me books throughout our time together and I had been reading them in secret. They were kept stashed away hidden in the closet under old clothes. Mother doesn't think I need to read anything but the Bible so we didn't have a variety of options on literature here at home. Their descriptions of policeman varied but they seemed familiar in that sense. But why were they here? What were they doing to my mother?
"Hello," One of the policeman kneeled down in front of me. I had been seated on the carpeted ground in front of the coach doing my daily Bible studies when the doorbell rang. I was startled, having never hearing such a sound. Mother was in a frenzy. She had opened the door slightly, reluctantly, and when the officers asked about a possible son that they were told she had, mother had freaked. She tried to slam the door, tried to warn them away but they came barreling through. One look at the bruise on my cheek, my sickly appearance, overall lack of life in myself and they tried to discuss calmly with my mother about a report they had been given. Mother had lashed out when one policemen took a step towards me. That lead to them detaining her now.
"I am Officer Satow," The policeman, Officer Satow, introduced himself. He smiled gently, as if though I were a six year old child and not a sixteen year old. He reached a hand out towards me, to shake my hand? I've read in books before that it was a common greeting. I raised my own, curiously. I have never touched anyone outside of mother. Not even after six years of meeting up with Yuki, alongside Kaname but I felt he only ever really came for Yuki's sake, I still have yet to touch either of them.
"No! Don't touch him!," My mother shrieked, struggling even more against the policeman's arms, "He's impure! He's evil! A devil's spawn! Devil's spawn! Cursed! Cursed! Cursed!"
I knew mother didn't mean that. She loved me very much. She's only trying to protect me. That's why I'm kept away from the dangers of the world. It's just, sometimes, mother can't look at me. On her good days, she'll sing me hymns while she brushes my hair. She'll let me watch her cook dinner, allow me to sew alongside her, bring me gifts of colors and paper to draw. On her bad days, she gets like this. Paranoid, scared, screaming, and thinking I am someone I am not. She cannot bare the sight of me on these days. I'm usually sent to the closet to pray on my knees for hours to no end.
"Get her out of here." Officer Satow demanded to the other policeman, who did as told, dragging my mother she attempted to squirm and thrash away.
"Mother." I called out, watching as he took her, as she warned him of me, of I. As she pleaded to be released, begged them to not to take her away from me. That she was the only one that could contain the evil creature that was her only son.
"Mother, Mother, Mother!" I continued, stating to feel frantic as I got up and tried to get to her. Officer Satow hushed me, grabbing my arm, "It's okay. She can't hurt you know. You're going to be okay."
"Where are you taking her!" I started to attempt to move out of his grasp but he held on strong. I wasn't physically strong. I was small and thin, bordering malnourishment.
"Stop it!" I screamed, yanking hard against Officer Satow's grasp. I felt a force surround my arm, a pressure of sorts, and it seemed to pulse outward, throwing Officer Satow's grip off and causing him to falter and tumble back on the ground. I rushed after the policeman and my mother. I fell as I missed a step. I hadn't known there were two steps that lead down from the front door. I clumsily got up to my bare feet as the policeman threw my mother to the back of the police car.
"Sincere?" My name was called out by a voice I grew to know so well. I tore my gaze from the scene to meet Yuki's. Yuki, Yuki, Yuki. The girl that looks like a doll had stood besides Kaname. Kaname, Kaname, Kaname. There were two others as well, a man with straw blonde hair and concerned hazel eyes behind glasses and a boy teen of Yuki's age with silver hair and lavender eyes. Lavender eyes. How pretty.
"Where are they taking my mother," I asked, feeling almost desperate. She was my mother. My flesh and blood. She cared for me, raised me, made sure I was safe from the dangers of the world. What were they doing to her?
"They going to take her away and make sure she never hurts you again," Yuki spoke softly, big brown eyes peering at me.
"Hurt me?" I felt almost scandalized, "Mother doesn't hurt me."
The silver haired boy raised an eyebrow at me, his pretty eyes locking with my dull grey ones, "Then where did that bruise come from?"
I raised my hand to touch the tender flesh in question. It looked a lot more dramatic than it actually was, I'm sure. I'm deathly pale, this I am aware of, so of course the colors of blue, purple and slight green would look bad in contrast, "It was punishment. I deserved it."
The man looked distraught. Yuki appeared sad, to this I wanted to plead to her not to be. I really did deserve it. I had refused to pray when she has told me to, I had been dreadfully tired and wanted to sleep. Mother didn't think I had prayed enough and demanded that I do again. I refused. I was then slapped with what she had in her hand: her Bible. Zero looked away from me in favor of staring at the policeman car where inside my mother continued her madness. Kaname stayed impassive, face almost entirely blank, void of any and all emotions. When he caught my eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in worry, but I couldn't tell if that was true concern or merely an act. Either way, I averted my gaze from his. He really was a handsome fellow.
"Well, we'll have to take Ms. Leblanc in for questioning," Officer Satow appeared at the doorway, "For now, you will have to be taken to a temporary foster home until we can get some things sorted out."
Immediately, I took a few steps back from him. Foster home? Why couldn't I just wait here until mother was let out. Surely she would be out in a few days, she had done no wrong.
"I'll take him in," The man with the hazel eyes spoke up, taking a step up, "Leblanc Sincere is a good friend of my lovely adoptive daughter and it would be ashame if they were to be separated. If I recall correctly, my Yuki had said she was his first friend."
Officer Satow hummed, looking between the man, Yuki and I for a while. I was nervous. I was scared. As much as I was grateful for Yuki's friendship, I wanted to stay here, at home, familiar blessed grounds.
"Alright, I'll need you to come to my office tomorrow to file some paperwork but for now I'll give the go ahead to have Leblanc under your watch and care," Officer Satow narrowed his eyes at the man that was Yuki's father, "However, if something were to happen to Leblanc while under your supervision, you will have Hell upon you. Don't forget that I will have to see him soon to get his side of the story."
"He will be in good hands," Kaname commented, giving a small polite smile at the officer.
Officer Satow stared at Kaname for a while before huffing and walking towards his own police car. I watched as he got in and drove away, the other policeman following with my mother in the back. I felt numb. My mother was here one moment then ripped away the next.
"Sincere? Yuki called out to me, stepping cautiously my way. She held a hand out towards me but I flinched away. I wasn't scared that she's hurt me. I knew she wouldn't. Yuki was always so kind to me. But I've never been touched by anyone besides mother. Would it hurt? She wouldn't know and neither would I unless we took a risk. I didn't want to take a risk. My life of normalcy was just stripped away. I was outside on a Saturday, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This isn't right. This is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Yuki moved her hand back to her side when she saw that I had flinched.
"Come on, Sincere, let's take you home." Yuki spoke carefully and softly, like I was made of glass that was going to fall and shatter. Home? This is my home. Was my home. Is? Was? I don't know. This was all I've known. And now it was torn apart in a matter of minutes. Just like that. No warning.
I looked up at her. We were the same height but she worn boots that gave her a little bit more height then compared to me, who had no need for shoes. Slippers were usually worn when I went out but that was only on Fridays. There was no need for me to wear anything but socks on days other than Fridays. Like today. Torn between wanting to stay but not wanting to be alone, I carefully took her hand in mine. She was warm and alive and real. I wanted to cry.
"Oh, dear," The man mumbled, looking almost pitifully at me. I was crying. I raised a hand up to wipe my tears away. I made no sound, just water leaking from my eyes. How odd. I sniffled.
"It's okay, Sincere, you're going to be okay." Yuki reassured me. But that wasn't my concern. I looked at Kaname, who stared at me with unreadable eyes. I raised my free hand, the one not holding Yuki's, towards him. Reaching out like a toddler. I heard the silver haired boy with the pretty eyes scoff in disgust. Kaname stared at my hand with disinterest but one glance at Yuki had him take it. He held it carefully. Gently. Lightly. I felt small in his presence. But I still wanted to be by his side. And Yuki's. They were all I knew outside my mother for six years, after all. Now I'm thrusted into a world that was never supposed to know I existed.