READER'S POV

When I open my eyes, I don't recognise the place I'm at. I look around, seeing paintings from a child on the wall that looked way too familiar.

A white closet stands by the door, painted with pink cherry blossoms. Where am I?

I sit up and look down on the floor where a pink carpet is lying there. Where is Choso? Am I finally free of that curse?

I smile brightly and look back to the door, standing up and walking towards it. Finally, I can be with Choso again.. When I open the door, a kid's scream echoes through the hall, making me flinch. What was that?!

I walk down the hall and stop when another scream reverberates, trying to locate the room it comes from. Silence. I swallow, my heart pounding fast in my chest.

Then, I walk towards the kitchen, spotting a closet door being swung open. Broken dishes are scattered across the floor. ,,FATHER!! HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO HER??", I hear a familiar voice yell, sharp and furious.

I rush past a big table, toward the door on the other end, my pulse pounding in my ears. When I push it open, the scene before me freezes me in place. A bloody knife glints in the man's hand, a pan lying discarded on the floor. A boy with white hair stares at the man with wide, glassy eyes brimming with horror.

My gaze shifts, landing on a small girl, lying next to the man, blood dripping from her forehead, her eyes closed. The realisation slams into me like a tidal wave. This isn't reality... It's a memory...

My father places the knife next to him and grins at Satoru:,,Oh come on. She doesn't deserve to live anyway. She's a disgrace to our family, a nothing. I don't understand, why your mother won't throw her out of this household."

My heart cracks and I clench my fists. Why can't I remember this? A tear rolls down Satoru's cheek, his breath hitching as his body trembles. He shakes his head:,,N-No.. She's just an innocent child, trying her best to be good enough for you. Why won't you just accept her?!"

,,Don't raise your voice!", my father snaps and grabs the knife again. Satoru stumbles back, fear flickering in his wide eyes. I see the little girl's eyes-my eyes- flutter open but my father is too focused on Satoru. The little girl turns her head, looking at Satoru and a soft groan escapes her lips.

,,She failed the exam to get into the Jujutsu school! Don't you understand?! Her Jujutsu is nothing but useless! She is a weakling who will end up on the road anyway..", my father shouts and stands up.

I watch as the little girl raises her arm, her small body trembling as if sensing danger, probably thinking that father is going to hurt Satoru. ,,No...", I whisper, the word barely audible, as my feet start moving on their own.

,,Mother started to accept her! Why can't you do the same?!", Satoru shouts. Then, everything happens too fast for me to process. With the knife clenched in his fist, father charges toward Satoru, his expression twisted with rage.

The little girl groans but I can see the spider web that wraps itself around my fathers body, freezing him mid-step. ,,No!", I scream, watching in horror as the blood from the little girl flows into the web, seeping toward my father. This can't be true... My hands shake as the memory floods back. That's how father died? It was me? I killed him? The realisation twists my stomach and bile rises up my throat.

A tear rolls down my cheek as my father falls to his knees and screams in agony. But the little girl doesn't stop. Satoru presses himself against the wall, his face pale with horror.

I take a shaky step forward, my lip trembling. The little girl looks up at me, her tear- streaked face full of sorrow and rage. I flinch and then everything goes black.

Then, I open my eyes again and see that I'm in the same kid's room as before. In my room... I shake my head, quickly standing up and running towards the kitchen, hearing the same screams again. No.. No.. No... No... Nooo.. My hands shake as I push open the door on the other end of the kitchen only to find the same horrific scene waiting for me.

My father and Satoru discussing, my father standing up, me as a little kid waking up and.. killing my father. When she looks at me, everything becomes black around me again. I open my eyes again, finding myself in my room. Again.

This time, I stay in the bed, crying and sobbing, realising that I'm caught in an endless loop of the worst memory of my life. This can't be... I really thought I was awake... I really thought that I could see Choso again... No no no... I want to wake up... I wipe my wet cheeks and close my ears because the screams of my father become louder and louder and louder...

I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update this story TwT I had no motivation to continue this story but now I'll try my best to update this story more often :)