Three of Four
This is the one part that I don’t know how to write about. The day that Saki came home, I gave him a hug and he gave me a kiss.
I moved back to the bed and began to play the violin even, contently and expertly playing ‘The Devils Trill’. Saki loved that song. I feel bad because whenever I’m scared or sad I’ll hum it…and Sono doesn’t like it. I don’t try to but it’s the one song I’m proud to know.
Anyway. We sat at his bed for a few hours, talking about school, what people said what the teachers did.
Then I told him my idea.
And what I expected was not what I got; I was expecting a smile, for him to say something nicely, kindly. Or even to laugh at me.
Instead the tea that he had just made us, that boiling water was tossed into my face. It took me some time to realize what had happened, but the damage was done. He dragged me to the bathroom to rinse my eyes out but it was hard to see.
He apologized, told me his hand had slipped, that he had tripped and he felt horrible about hurting me in any way. After a few minutes he brought me to the hospital when I couldn’t see anything but blobs.
My 20/20 vision was ruined. I would need glasses the rest of my life.
But I believed him, My memory was shaky so his statement convinced me that moments before my vision cut I could see him trip.
This didn’t change me from my decisions though, I spoke to the teachers as soon as I was able to go home, I dropped from my classes and moved up a grade.
This only lasted a day though.
Once I got home, no one was around, the cars were out, but Saki was waiting for me on the bed, a scalpel in his hand. I trusted him; I walked up to him, told him the news that I would be able to be in his classes now. And the first thing he did was pin me to the bed, which I noticed once I touched it that it felt weird.
Now I know he had covered the real sheets in plastic, and grabbed an old one from a thrift store so I wouldn’t know.
He had set up restraints under the bed, which my hands were attached to, my legs too moments later. I couldn’t move by then.
Things seemed to blur then, my uniform was tugged down, and then there was pain. All I remember from that night are the words ‘take wing, fly up.’ And I woke up expertly cleaned and wrapped even if it hurt to move anything.
The Kanji was carved into my shoulder, and again Saki called me in sick, saying that my Flu had tempted me out of my classes.
Things black out then, have you ever tried to watch a show that was only mostly coming it? The static making everything shapes?
That’s all I remember from then until when my personality split…I’ll talk about that in my last part of the autobiography.
Into the Underground.