Wince. That was too long. Far too long since I updated! Thanks for the encouraging reviews.
"Go away, Usui."
Misaki finally croaked after an hour of staring up at the ceiling. Usui had remained in the hospital room the whole time, nonchalantly whistling.
He raised an eyebrow at her. Perhaps he wanted her to kick him. What an idiot.
She had been anesthetized down there, so her entire lower body was numb. Even if she wanted to get off the bed, she couldn't. And she didn't want to ever go anywhere again. A woman. A woman had done this to her. Kind, friendly, adoring women and girls. They did this…?
Snap out of it, Misaki! Misaki scolded herself halfheartedly. How could she snap out of it anyways? The taunting mantra had been repeating itself in her mind over and over. Her fingers tingled with a sort of fury, and she was aware that her heart was pounding fast (was her heart always this fast?) and that her body felt too heavy to lift ever again.
Did rape always do this to someone? She always thought that if she were raped, that she would just beat the hell out of them somehow afterward. The them being perverted men, of course.
The door slammed. Misaki stiffened, horrified, and her heart was thumping faster than ever, her mouth dry, and she felt tears spring to her eyes once again.
Usui had left. Misaki stared at the door, trembling. She hated doors. They closed on her, leaving her to be raped by a…a monster.
The door opened again. Suzuna, unusually pale with tear tracks down her face, and her mother, who was coughing slightly as she cried rushed in.
"Misaki-chan!"
"Nee-chan!"
The two ran to her side, and then hesitated, as if not knowing whether to touch her or not.
Misaki felt sick. She didn't want to feel this way, but she was glad that her sister and mother did not come closer yet. She didn't want to feel the inevitable hugs that would come. "I'm fine, kaa-san, Suzuna…"
"Darling…" her mother cried harder than ever, fragile chest wheezing. Suzuna, however, looked furious. "Nee-chan, you're not fine! You…you got raped!"
Somehow, hearing Suzuna say it made it all the worse. Misaki felt terribly contaminated, as if she had bugs crawling inside her body.
"I—"
"Who was it, Misaki-chan?" This was uttered by her mother, who looked pale and shaken. "What type of man did this to you? The workers wouldn't tell us."
Misaki felt bile rise in her throat. She didn't want to speak. She felt irrationally angry. She didn't want to talk about this! She just wanted to shove this down and never think about it again! And yet, and yet-!
"IT WASN'T A MAN!" She screamed, her chest rising. Then tears fell as she saw the hurt look on Suzuna's face, and she wanted to stab herself. She didn't want to hurt them. What right did she have?
She was aware that she was crying, but she made no effort to stop. All her thoughts had come to a boiling rage, and crying was almost cathartic. "Please, Kaa-san, Suzuna…just go home. If you want, go and research Haruka Sana…"
For that was the name of the middle-aged the woman; the one who had held the knife up with the crazy gleam in her eye.
Slowly, regretfully, Suzuna took her mother's hand, and whispered to Misaki, "Please don't cry, Nee-chan. You never cry. We'll be waiting in the room…for as long as you want."
The door shut, and Misaki dissolved into another bout of tears.