Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction ❯ Rebirth ❯ Chapter 10
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By: Lina Inverse 
Anime/Manga: Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 934 | Visits: 255 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 934 | Visits: 255 | Status: Completed
I was reborn as a mere infant, without even a concept of who I was. Yet here I am, all grown up in only a year, reconnected with my past life. I've come so far in so little time... One year. I've regained my memories, come to remember the love that my mother and I shared, and partially come to terms with the atrocities that my father committed.
Atrocities that he committed, then got away with. He swore at my mom, and she never could do anything but cry. He beat and raped her, and she never had the chance to fight back. He killed her, and she hadn't enough time to run. And I just hid. Leaving her to die alone.
And then, through some stroke of luck, or perhaps a deal with the devil, he ran off before the attendant at the desk even knew what was going on. My father escaped from it all unscathed, leaving nothing but a corpse behind. Not even a fingerprint.
Such is the cruelty of fate... The police took me in for evidence, saying that I was the only witness... And until recently, I refused to know what they were talking about. And now my father is out, free, beating and raping and killing countless more angelically caring women.
Wait a minute. I remember. I can stop him now. All it takes is one little trip to the police station. "Hello. You took me in as a witness of a murder a year ago, and I didn't remember who the murderer was. He was my father... He continually abused my mother, physically and sexual, then killed her because she was a lesbian."
I will not wait even a day. It took only a second for him to pull the trigger on my mother. Any second now, he could take another victim. An innocent, foolish victim.
Like Aya.
Oh, shit. I break down in tears, remembering how I took Aya. Am I no better than my father? Will I end up taking the next step and... I gulp. Kill her? I could never do that... Could I? I'm not that heartless, am I? I'm a good person... right?
Good person, my ass. I fucking raped her. If I can somehow bring myself to rape a girl, I may end up losing it and kill her. I'm a disgusting, morally drained pervert... Who deserves to be locked up.
I shiver, imagining spending ten years of my life in a cold, filthy jail cell with some homicidal stranger as a roommate.
Fuck that, Tooya. You're not only a rapist, you're fucking selfish. You mentally scarred an innocent girl... What is living in prison for a few years compared to that? Stop being so self-centered and go to jail.
Yes... While I bring evidence to the police, I will turn myself in. I WILL.
But before that, I must say good-bye to my life here. I take out a pad of paper, and start scribbling a note.
~To my best friend Alec: I must say farewell to you. You have been a wonderful friend, but I have been a terrible person. I raped my girlfriend, and after I go to confess, I will probably spend several years in prison. I will always remember you. Tooya.
And Aya. I've never told her I was sorry... I start a new page, taking care in picking out my every word.
~I know you don't want to hear anything from me at all, but I must tell you that I am truly sorry for what I did to you. I cannot believe what I did, and I know how much it must have deeply scarred you. If I could go back and change my actions, I would change them in an instant, even if I had to end my life to do it. But as I cannot do that, I must instead do anything in my power to reverse my actions. I have taken the first step by apologizing from the bottom on my heart, but immediately after I finish this letter, I will head to the police station and confess.
~I also urge you get into therapy if you have not done so already. What I have done to you can destroy you emotionally and burden you for your entire life. The last thing you need is to suffer alone for something you didn't deserve nor even put on yourself.
~And lastly, never EVER forgive me. I do not deserve forgiveness. I was sick and evil to hurt you. I was sick and evil to hide it over these several months. I was sick and evil to never apologize until now. I deserve to pay out my punishment, then to devote the rest of my life to stopping more people from turning into me and ruining the lives of innocents like you. Do not see me as honorable for turning myself in, for my deed was so wrong that nothing can fully undo it.
~To your own beautiful angel Aya.
~Forever sorry,
~Tooya.
By the end of the letter, I am bursting out in free tears, a pile of soft white, crumpled up, dirtied tissues. I seal the letters, wipe my tears, take a deep breath, and take that final step out the door, ready to meet my destiny.
Atrocities that he committed, then got away with. He swore at my mom, and she never could do anything but cry. He beat and raped her, and she never had the chance to fight back. He killed her, and she hadn't enough time to run. And I just hid. Leaving her to die alone.
And then, through some stroke of luck, or perhaps a deal with the devil, he ran off before the attendant at the desk even knew what was going on. My father escaped from it all unscathed, leaving nothing but a corpse behind. Not even a fingerprint.
Such is the cruelty of fate... The police took me in for evidence, saying that I was the only witness... And until recently, I refused to know what they were talking about. And now my father is out, free, beating and raping and killing countless more angelically caring women.
Wait a minute. I remember. I can stop him now. All it takes is one little trip to the police station. "Hello. You took me in as a witness of a murder a year ago, and I didn't remember who the murderer was. He was my father... He continually abused my mother, physically and sexual, then killed her because she was a lesbian."
I will not wait even a day. It took only a second for him to pull the trigger on my mother. Any second now, he could take another victim. An innocent, foolish victim.
Like Aya.
Oh, shit. I break down in tears, remembering how I took Aya. Am I no better than my father? Will I end up taking the next step and... I gulp. Kill her? I could never do that... Could I? I'm not that heartless, am I? I'm a good person... right?
Good person, my ass. I fucking raped her. If I can somehow bring myself to rape a girl, I may end up losing it and kill her. I'm a disgusting, morally drained pervert... Who deserves to be locked up.
I shiver, imagining spending ten years of my life in a cold, filthy jail cell with some homicidal stranger as a roommate.
Fuck that, Tooya. You're not only a rapist, you're fucking selfish. You mentally scarred an innocent girl... What is living in prison for a few years compared to that? Stop being so self-centered and go to jail.
Yes... While I bring evidence to the police, I will turn myself in. I WILL.
But before that, I must say good-bye to my life here. I take out a pad of paper, and start scribbling a note.
~To my best friend Alec: I must say farewell to you. You have been a wonderful friend, but I have been a terrible person. I raped my girlfriend, and after I go to confess, I will probably spend several years in prison. I will always remember you. Tooya.
And Aya. I've never told her I was sorry... I start a new page, taking care in picking out my every word.
~I know you don't want to hear anything from me at all, but I must tell you that I am truly sorry for what I did to you. I cannot believe what I did, and I know how much it must have deeply scarred you. If I could go back and change my actions, I would change them in an instant, even if I had to end my life to do it. But as I cannot do that, I must instead do anything in my power to reverse my actions. I have taken the first step by apologizing from the bottom on my heart, but immediately after I finish this letter, I will head to the police station and confess.
~I also urge you get into therapy if you have not done so already. What I have done to you can destroy you emotionally and burden you for your entire life. The last thing you need is to suffer alone for something you didn't deserve nor even put on yourself.
~And lastly, never EVER forgive me. I do not deserve forgiveness. I was sick and evil to hurt you. I was sick and evil to hide it over these several months. I was sick and evil to never apologize until now. I deserve to pay out my punishment, then to devote the rest of my life to stopping more people from turning into me and ruining the lives of innocents like you. Do not see me as honorable for turning myself in, for my deed was so wrong that nothing can fully undo it.
~To your own beautiful angel Aya.
~Forever sorry,
~Tooya.
By the end of the letter, I am bursting out in free tears, a pile of soft white, crumpled up, dirtied tissues. I seal the letters, wipe my tears, take a deep breath, and take that final step out the door, ready to meet my destiny.