Snippet #2767117

At Seiko's mention of overdosing, Kaito's expression changed to one of fear. "S-Seiko....." he whispered. "I-I'm sorry....I'm so sorry...."
He lowered his head so she couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes.
"I-if you really want me to, I'll tell you...." he said. "I was born into a family that loved me. I had an older sister who could sing like me, and we did everything together. My mother and father loved me, even though the other kids never did. The children at school were always jealous of my voice, that it sounded perfect when I sang. I never had any friends growing up. And then....when I was halfway through my tenth year, we decided to go out and have some fun. While we were on the road, a drunk driver ended up behind us. We were hit. Hard. My sister wasn't there that day, so she was lucky. My mother was instantly killed. My father had only seconds left, and he used them to tell emergency workers on the scene to save me. I was unconscious, lying in a ditch, severely injured. Almost dead. The doctors worked hard to save me, and they did. Except, what they couldn't save me from was breathing problems. I was in a coma half a year. When I woke up, on my 11th birthday, my sister was there. The first thing she told me was that our mother and father were dead."

Kaito stopped to take a shaky breath. Tears were starting to slide down his face now.

"I started having hallucinations soon after we left the hospital. I would always cry, and I fell into depression. My sister couldn't handle it. One day, she took me up to the roof of a skyscraper. She let go of my hand and stood on the edge of the roof. This is your fault, she said. Then she jumped. Nobody caught her. Her body was smashed on the asphalt below."

Kaito's voice threatened to break. His tears were falling faster now.

"I couldn't stop crying. I had just lost the last thing I had left. I tried to jump too, but I was caught. Completely unhurt. I was taken to an orphanage. We had to scrub floors and toilets all the time. Always with a toothbrush. And the girls there got to have fun, while the boys were hit and beaten and starved. I escaped, only to find myself in a woman's clutches. Her name was Banika Conchita. She became my foster mother. But.....she didn't love me at all. She loved to beat me. She tried to starve me. She tortured me, shot me, threw me into the wall. I had to clean her house....in a time limit, with a toothbrush. And it was huge. When I didn't finish in time, she would beat me and throw me into the basement without dinner. One day I just couldn't take it anymore. I started cutting. I took a cardboard box, the sharpest serrated knife I could find, and a gun. I put the gun under a clump of grass in the park. I set my box up in the bushes. And then, 2 years later, I found you....."

His voice completely broke, and he pulled his knees up to his chest, crying hard now. It always hurt to talk about this. But he trusted Seiko. He had to tell her. "I-I'm so s-sorry f-for crying again," he sobbed.