"Oka-tan! Oka-tan!" Kibō sang playfully as she grabbed her mothers hand. She laughed, "Onee-chan's flying! I didn't know Onee-chan could fly!" She laughed some more, a wide smile taking up most of her face.

Her mother was more than a little confused. Who was Kibō talking about? It couldn't be Tachiōjō, she was bound to a wheelchair and couldn't be off the ground at all without help. But it also couldn't be Satsujin. How could Satsujin fly? She couldn't.

"But Oka-tan!" Kibō went on, "Onee-chan won't tell me how she's flying. She won't talk to me at all! I asked her if it was the chair she kicked over that helped her, but she won't say." This caught her mothers attention.

'Not responding, flying, chair. Please don't let this be what I think it is.' She thought to herself before getting up and running to the hall that held both girls rooms.

After checking and seeing Tachiōjō sitting at her desk reading, Kanashimi braced herself to go into Satsujin's room.

Slowly opening the door, Kanashimi hopes to find Satsujin sitting on her bed reading, or asleep on the floor with her dog, Obiemashita. Or concentrating on a new painting on the floor. Something, anything that required her to be cemented to the floor. Something that required her to be alive.

And who knows, maybe she would've seen that if it were any other day. Maybe if she'd walked in the night before, she'd have seen Satsujin drawing with the new charcoal set she'd gotten from her grandmother before they moved. Maybe if she walked in at midnight, she'd have seen Satsujin asleep with Obiemashita as her pillow. But it wasn't any other day, and she walked into a room that would eventually tear apart her family. She walked into a room that held her daughter's suicide scene.