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Mami Part 2

Rin's POV

I decided to take a walk out of town for some motivation for my newest song, or at least drabble of one, and hummed as I strolled along the path. I looked at the sky and saw a couple of chirping birds flutter across its blue canvas with fluffy white clouds. Exhaling, with my eyes closed, I took in the peaceful scenery knowing full y well I could get some ideas. My feet were about to press on when I stopped at a sudden noise: muffled cries. Turning my head to the right I spotted a staircase that lead to a small graveyard. Walking up, I noticed a figure sitting on their heels in front of a grave on top of the small hill. I blinked, staring at the figure and learned it to be a girl before widening my eyes in surprise. "Mami?" I said in awe making her gasp and whirl her head around before giving me a nasty look.

"Oh, it's you. What are you doing here, Kagamine, get lost." She faced the grave once more, "I don't want to see your filthy face."

"What are you doing here?" I asked anyway as I approached her. I noticed her clench a fist and gasp when I saw what seemed to be scars on her wrist. "Mami! On your wrist are those . . .!" The brunette whirled around at me, her green eyes ablaze, and her teeth clenched.

"I said go, Kagamine! What part of that don't you understand! Just stick to your father's plan and quite your pathetic, useless music life before you regret it!" She paused for a moment and I stood there wondering what she could mean by that. "I said go! Why are you still here?! What part of that don't you understand you filthy attention-seeking hoe! " I gasped and pulled back, knives impaling me like they had so long ago before I transferred. I bowed my head guessing whose grave it was.

"I'm sorry." I stopped at the top stepped and shot her an oblique glance. "And, Mami?" I could feel her tense as her hair hid her face, "Please stop . . . You only get one body . . . cherish it . . ." With saying that I proceeded down the stairs.

Mami's POV

I gasped quietly at her words then tightened my grip on my arms as I curled more into a ball. A tear slipped as I whimpered. "Chichue . . . I'm so sorry. . . "

~Flashback~

I ran up to my father, who was bent over the table paying some bills, giggling as I held a white canvas. "Papa, Papa, look what I made!' I cried proudly before showing him my masterpiece. I was only ten, but I knew with experience I would get better and better. My grandparents always gave me new art supplies every year for a birthday and I didn't hesitate to use them whenever I possibly could. I watched my dad straightened up and took one look at me when his face became masked with rage. He snatched my painting, which had depicted a beautiful flower vase, and ripped it in pieces. I watched him do it, my heart shattering as tears poured down my face. "No! Stop it, Papa! What are you doing?!" He threw the remnants to the ground and stood close to my face.

"Mami, you will carry on the family's business, not toying around with some useless childhood nonsense!" he screamed pointing to the pile of canvas pieces on the floor. I just stood there and cried, then my mother came in.

"What's all this about?"

"Mami was painting again." He spat the so-called 'cursed' word and my mother was not pleased either as she glared at me from behind her glasses, her arms folded over her busty chest.

"How many times do we have to tell you, child? We will not put up with this behavior any longer is that understood?"

"That's right the next time you are caught drawing, painting, or any other related crap to the topic you are to be severely punished is that clear?" I sniffled, bowed my head as I bit my lip, and nodded before retreating to my room, my parents' glares gouging into my back.

I held my paintbrushes as i sat on my bed. I had been crying for so long now and believed I ran out of tears. I walked towards the small fireplace in my room and lit it. When I was about to drop my brushes into the blaze I gasped and realized what I was doing. Pulling back, I took out more canvases and drew and drew and drew. I was not about to let their words get the best of me. I would show them. I would show them that I don't care what they want me to do. I will pursue my dream of being an artist and won't let anything get in my way. I smiled victoriously as I commenced my hours' worth of work.

~A week later~

I was in my room finishing up the final touches of my newest masterpiece when my mother burst into the room, her face as white as a ghost's. "Mom?" I asked standing up. "What's wrong?"

"M-Mami." She choked out before swallowing, "Your father is . . . dead." I gasped.

"What?"

"H-he got into a car accident and d-died on impact. . ." I walked over to her and guided her to my bed where I sat her down to settle her. I had been caught again last night and he had gone out after screaming his head off . . . he didn't come back last night so my mom and I figure he had one too many and passed out at the bar or his friend's house. . . I guess he really did have one too many . . ."P . . . police say he was drunk behind the wheel . . . and he crash head on into a tree . . ." I gasped and tears spilt from my eyes. That was it then . . . I had killed my father . . . with my own selfishness . . . What a fool I am . . .

~A few days later~

I stared at the whole in the ground where my father was laid to rest, and then we headed back home once the funeral had ended. I locked myself in my room, my clutter of art supplies, collecting dust as they rested in the corner of isolation. I sniffled before taking out the knife in my drawer and running it along my arms. This is all my fault my dad was dead . . . all my fault . . . Emotionally drained, I passed out a few minutes after.

When I woke up I wrapped my cuts and walked into the kitchen. "Mom?" I called her name, but didn't see her, and then I passed the dining room and back tracked when I saw a collapsed figure on the table. "There you are, Mom!" I approached her, making sure my long sleeves covered the bandages. "It's time to wake up, Mom." I said then started shaking her. "Mom?" I gasped when her body fell to the carpet and only then realized the bottle of drugs on the table and fear rose inside of me. "Mom! . . . Mom!" When I realized my attempt were futile I cried into my hands and an hour later called my grandma, my grandfather had passed not too long before my father, to reveal the news to her. When we finally settled down, she decided I would live with her, which was just what I did.

I hiccupped as whipped my tears. "I'm so sorry for what I've done to you two . . ." I then took out my razor from my pocket. "I will end my life here . . . I can't take this guilt anymore! At least . . . I know the Devil's saved a perfect place for me in Hell . . ." I raked the blade over my wrist, each time I cut deeper and deeper and my vision became blurring.

"Mami-san!" I heard a faint cry and realized it was my grandma who had scheduled to pick me up for dinner. At least she won't have to worry about caring for the child that killed her son and daughter-in-law . . . it's better off this way. My vision became totally blurred as I cut even deeper then I felt a force rip the blade from my hand and begin to wrap fabric around my gashes. But it was too late to save . . . honestly, who would want to after my actions. Blackness overcame me . . . and I slipped away to nothingness.

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