柒 [Voice Post]
[A deep intake of breath.]
Since... since this morning - since I woke up, in fact -
I couldn't stop thinking about this. And I feel - I feel that I have to talk about it. I don't know what else to do. It's some kind of urge, something that tells me it will get better if I just talk about it. As if that would ever help. Make things right. Hah. A strange feeling, because I thought, that... maybe, I was finally starting to get over it. Starting to deal. I'm sure it wasn't hurting this much anymore.
So, fellow citizens of the City, I'm sorry to bore you with this old story, but -- anyway.
You see, what I'm talking about is this:
On my fourteenth birthday, in the evening, my father didn't come home early - he'd promised to, you see, because it was my birthday, and he'd sworn to have free time for his daughter who was growing up - and when he did come, he... he was bleeding. He told my mother and me to run, but we were too confused, and we wouldn't leave him behind. That's when they came; twenty men, swordsmen, from the Ittō-ryū sword school more a gang really under the leadership of Anotsu Kagehisa.
... hnnn. [Sniffles a little, then takes another breath.]
Well. To make a long story short, they killed my father, and... did something horrible to my mother, whom I never saw again.
Today I know that she's dead as well.
And to this day, I still don't get it. Did they really have to pay with their lives?
Father simply ran a sword school and led an otherwise peaceful life. With us. His family. Mother and me.
...
Mother, Father...
(OOC: Yes. This is just the curse for Rin. Extreme onslaught of mourning is extreme. EDIT: And I just realized I posted this at early morning time in Poly. Uhm. Pretend it wasn't quite so early? :D;;)
Since... since this morning - since I woke up, in fact -
I couldn't stop thinking about this. And I feel - I feel that I have to talk about it. I don't know what else to do. It's some kind of urge, something that tells me it will get better if I just talk about it. As if that would ever help. Make things right. Hah. A strange feeling, because I thought, that... maybe, I was finally starting to get over it. Starting to deal. I'm sure it wasn't hurting this much anymore.
So, fellow citizens of the City, I'm sorry to bore you with this old story, but -- anyway.
You see, what I'm talking about is this:
On my fourteenth birthday, in the evening, my father didn't come home early - he'd promised to, you see, because it was my birthday, and he'd sworn to have free time for his daughter who was growing up - and when he did come, he... he was bleeding. He told my mother and me to run, but we were too confused, and we wouldn't leave him behind. That's when they came; twenty men, swordsmen, from the Ittō-ryū sword school more a gang really under the leadership of Anotsu Kagehisa.
... hnnn. [Sniffles a little, then takes another breath.]
Well. To make a long story short, they killed my father, and... did something horrible to my mother, whom I never saw again.
Today I know that she's dead as well.
And to this day, I still don't get it. Did they really have to pay with their lives?
Father simply ran a sword school and led an otherwise peaceful life. With us. His family. Mother and me.
...
Mother, Father...
(OOC: Yes. This is just the curse for Rin. Extreme onslaught of mourning is extreme. EDIT: And I just realized I posted this at early morning time in Poly. Uhm. Pretend it wasn't quite so early? :D;;)