Flowers From Above

Chapter Three

On my way over I took another glance at my phone just in case I had received any missed calls or unopened texts from Akihiko. Come to my surprise there was none yet. I smiled to myself now that I had been trusted with the freedom I had begged him to give me I could do what I wanted.

He could be so overprotected it was unbelievable. When I began university my first friend there was Sumi and the closer we got Akihiko approve of it. Once we were planning to go for a couple of drinks after class and it was typical of him as he dragged me home into the car. That day I lost my virginity to him.

Often I reflect on why Akihiko was so defensive towards me. Not only because he loved me, but here in heaven I saw his memories of a neglecting mother and father. I think he was more lonely than most people.

A younger boy I had gotten to known in heaven usually sits by my side or stands by me when I choose to look back on precious moments. When I cry he tries to comfort me and when I laugh he laughs with me. He was the first person I met here on the day of my murder, at first I was confused as to why I was being guided by a little boy. But it turned out my brother Takahiro wasn't the first born after all.

"Mommy and Daddy are really happy today" He told me grinning.

"Y-You've seen them?" I asked now stunned.

"I see them all the time!"

"Then...Why don't I see them?"

"Because you keep looking back. You're still in the in-between remember!" He cried.

That was right. I hadn't really moved on much since then but I had the rest of eternity to do that. I was still in the "in-between" which wasn't exactly heaven and it wasn't living. I was caught up into watching everything I once knew around me grow so I couldn't just leave yet. I was still hanging on.

My heaven around me consisted everything that I ever loved. When I wanted I could walk into anywhere mostly places I had always wanted to visit. The hottest sunny sand filled deserts in Africa. The highest coldest mountains that the world had to offer. The bluest of blue oceans and lakes. Although what I loved most was running through the crisp green field of wild flowers and butterflies. My field had every flower known to man just blooming around me.

But every time I ran into that field the air wasn't like the air on earth. There was a draft though it was never the same as I had once felt it against my skin. And that saddened me as I've forgotten just what it felt like, to breathe in oxygen and exhale on a cold winter morning as if you were spurting out icy fire.

I really missed earth alone for these small reasons other than my life.

When I pressed the door bell of my killer of course I had no idea that I was going to be murdered. If I had I'd of ran off and called the authorities but what's already done was done.

I've seen the past of my killer already. Truth be told he came from a decent family who were comfortable with their earnings. There was no trait in violence from what I had witnessed when he was very little. Until one day his father had trusted his younger sister with a kitten for Christmas.

He hated how he hadn't been given anything as good but he didn't complain about it either he kept silent. The kitten had gone missing a couple of weeks later, his family comforted their younger daughter that she would soon find her kitten. Only my killer knew where it's body was.

He didn't go around murdering everything in sight. Instead he waited for it to come to him, just like I had. I wasn't the first thing he'd ripped life away from but I was definitely the first person.

My killer took pleasure in tormenting stray animals on his way home from school when he was walking alone. He got thrills booting cats to see how far they'd go and yanking at dog's tails when he sweetly called them over for a pet. Also enjoyed stamping on flowers and tearing them by their heads so their roots followed then shredded them to pieces so their seeds and petals fluttered to the ground. Their little lives wasted, though I suppose I can relate.

He toned down his abuse as he reached adulthood. Though my killer still had a fetish for sick behaviour so he'd spend money on comic books and Manga which was filled with corrupted tales. Some of the stories he'd purchase were nothing but gore, others were sexually assaulting and the rest torture.

He admired the art in the novels and when I had died I sat beside him one evening watching him trace his finger around each thick inked line. He'd dragged out all of his collection from the bookshelves which were filled with people's work other than his own.

Then he pulled out a particular volume at this my eyes widened at the page he was on. Each panel was similar to my own death and I noticed he began to twiddle and twirl something around in his fingers.

I loomed closer over his shoulder where he suddenly began to chuckle. I did my best to ignore his laughter until I saw a thick strand of my hair bookmarking the page.

This was where he kept a part of me trapped.

And so I waited and waited just until I thought he wasn't going to answer the door I turned on my heels set to leave. Until I heard the sound of a latch move and the creak of the handle.

"Ah, Takahashi-kun you made it" He greeted.

Instantly I turned only to see him leant against the door frame with crossed arms. He'd made an effort that day, he'd had a shave, his hair stayed in place and wore casual clothes. Even when I saw him in one of his states I found him handsome no matter what.

"H-Hello,"

I was a little anxious but I couldn't help myself from grinning away like an idiot.

"Y-Yes, my classes are over now s-so I'm free" I stuttered.

I watched as his smile expanded and how he opened his front door wider to let me in.

"Please come in Takahashi-kun," He said. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Ah y-yes please that would be nice Ijuuin-sensei."

I made my way through the door walking past him as he slowly shut the door behind us and silently followed after me.

Ah so now you guys know who it is.

Let me know what you think up to now please !

Thank you for reading,

TB