Nagisa POV:
I was pulled into a world of darkness. My mother does tend to have that effect on people. Sometimes I forget why I'm so afraid of her, then moments like these come along to remind me. The events of this morning draw a blank in my mind. I know she hurt me. The scars are still here and I can still feel the bruises, but I lost consciousness when she drowned me in the kitchen sink. I can still feel the sting of the water entering my lungs. I came to on the cold tile floor, my blood dancing and swirling around me, mixing with the surrounding water turning my white shirt a light shade of pink. Every breath stung like fire entering my body, burning me alive. I coughed and sputtered my way back to life, which was a mistake. She heard me. My vision still blurry and limbs too weak lift myself off the ground, she dragged me by my hair up the stairs and into her bathroom. I was helpless. I couldn't move. She dried me off, all the while complaining about how messy I was and how I was getting water all over her floor.
The blaring roar of the hair dryer left me dazed and dizzy. It was so loud, so angry. I held back my flinches knowing that even the slightest bit of movement could mean a slow agonizing death.
So I stayed deathly still. I didn't dare to fight back as she styled my hair, put me in the most uncomfortable frilly dress and added a bit of makeup just for show. I didn't move a muscle.
I felt something inside me break as she shoved me into the backseat of the car. She never bothered to tell me where we were going until we had already arrived.
"I got a call from your new friend yesterday. I think his name was Detective Kurosumo or something like that?"
"Detective Karasuma!"
"SHUT UP BRAT! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SPEAKING OUT OF TURN!"
I simply nod my head in despair. I just broke another rule. She might actually kill me this time.
"Anyway, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted, he called and asked you to give a statement over a little incident that went down a few days ago. Now, since I'm such a nice and caring mother, I'm going to give you two choices.
Option 1, you go in there and say you want to drop charges. Or
Option 2, you give your statement, Im there the entire time and if you do anything to insinuate that I'm somehow 'abusive' or 'cruel' or some other made up bullshit, I will kill you and everyone you care about, got it?"
I just nod. I wasn't given permission to talk and I can't afford any more slip ups. I'm in danger and the only way to get out of this alive is to follow her orders to a t.
"So which will it be dear, 1 or 2? I don't have all day."
Against my better judgment I choose.
"2"
"Ok then, let's go."
She drags me out of the car and pushes me infromt of her. I walk into the police station with my mother trailing behind me. I know that giving my statement is the right thing to do, but I can't shake the feeling that this was a mistake. I deserved it anyway, who was I to go and make a big deal out of nothing? I brought this upon myself. Then again, even though I don't know him that well, I feel like I can trust Detective Karasuma. If he thinks this statement is that important, who am I to deny him the evidence he needs? He helped me when no one else would. He was the first adult in my life that had actually seemed to care about my wellbeing, so the least I can do is try to repay the favor. Nothing in this life is free after all, everything must be earned one way or another.
Detective Karasuma was waiting for us at the desk. He gives me a soft smile as he stifled a sigh of relief. Was he worried? Did he actually care about me? Normally I would doubt that but something about him felt different. I felt the inexplicable need to trust him. His gaze hardens when he noticed my slight limp. I must have slipped and twisted my ankle on the way down after I passed out earlier today. This whole mission just got exponentially harder. I can practically see the cogs turning in his mind. Like clockwork he analyzes every inch of me, searching for signs of other injuries. It only lasts a second before he forces himself to snap out of it.
"Good morning, Nagisa," Karasuma greeted me with a soft gaze and concerned, knowing look.
I'm screwed.
"I'm glad to see that you made it here safely."
I just nod, my eyes flickering towards my mother. She was smiling too, but there was something in her expression that made me feel uneasy. I could tell that Karasuma had noticed it too. I, however, knew exactly what that smile meant. It was screaming 'you're in for it once we get home' and 'if you try to frame me for child abuse you'll live just long enough to regret it". I reflexively tense up and shrink in on myself. I'm going to die. She's going to kill me for being such a burden. I honestly could care less if she kills me, I just wish I could see Karma one last time to say goodbye. What if she hurts him for my mistakes? Fuck, why didn't I think of that! I can't let anything happen to him. I have to pull this off or we're both doomed.
Wip- no strings ch.4?
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