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10 years ago
18 September
15:07
.𖥔 ݁ .
We're going to Rosa's residence. We as in:
Me,
Aika,
Az,
And our pets that likely shouldn't be domesticated.
We're in the back of the police car; the same ones that were protecting us for about two days, making our way to meet Rosa. I've heard too many bad things about her to be thrilled. I know Atsuyo would never lie to us about Rosalin's probable intentions behind us siblings, but I can't help but think there's more than meets the eye about the entire situation.
I've mentioned this multiple times now, and it may get quite repetitive, but there's just no way the murder of my parents and brother were randomized. Our family has too much history for it to be random — and I'll be damned if the authorities don't do their job of bringing justice for my family and figure it out.
I'm sitting in the back of the car at the window, staring at the families that go by, all happy outside. Why can't that be me. Why can't that be us. Why can't we ever be a … decent at least, family? Why did we have to suffer through tragedy just to have everything stripped away from us anyways?
We go through several neighbourhoods, each of which looking the exact same. The houses all painted in those typical colours: beige, white, yellow, grey — yeah you get the point.
The houses looked joyous, I almost envied the families who lived in them, until I realized I'm perfectly fine with my family… which only consisted of a few people now, but it was fine. I then heard the radio of the car turn on, and the police officers talk into their walkie talkies. I assumed it was business purposes, until they stopped and began talking.
I attempt to avoid conversation with the officers, who are clearly interested in making conversation with three very traumatized children. Thankfully, Aika's voice keeps them avoidant of me or Az, who both have window seats. I look over at Az, who then makes eye contact with me. We communicate in some sort of telepathy with our eyes. Neither of us really trust what is going to happen to us once we reach Rosa's residence… Aika and the officers are the only naïve ones, apparently.
I turn away from my telepathic conversation with Az, and he does the same, we distract ourselves with the outside, the sun nearly blinding. I get lost in the back of my head as we go through several unfamiliar streets to go to Rosalin's residence.
All was calm, until we turned into the driveway, and that's when my stomach mangled.
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We turn into the driveway of our new guardian: Rosa. The woman we have been warned about for years. It doesn't feel real. Not only that, it feels off to know that she will be "caring" for us, and the police were "only able" to get her to take care of us. Each of us children file out of the back of the police car and grab our luggage.
This is our new home.
This was my only thought, and for a second, I could see into the future — this wouldn't end well.
Me and my siblings look at the residence in utter dread. Aika doesn't even know the severity of Rosa's history in the family, and even she looks like she hates the place.
The officers meet us on the sidewalk near the house, one walking up to Rosa's house door and knocking on the door three times.
While waiting, me and my siblings exchange knowing glances that this is dangerous for us, and we need to remain on guard with this new woman. Despite apparently our parents trusting her enough to make her our godmother, she was NOT a good person from the rumours.
To our knowledge, she was a sorceress everybody in the proximity hated. She most likely had something to do with the murders of our parents, based on what Atsu said back then, but no one knows for sure. She doesn't seem suspicious to police, that's why they're not taking her into questioning, yet.
To Atsu, she was obsessive.
Insane.
Dangerous.
And a threat.
I can't help but think, before getting brutally interrupted by the appearance of our new godmother. This seemed to alert Aika and Az as well.
She was dressed in luxury, granted the fact she was related to us, and now officially our guardian. Wearing similar to that of a modest ballgown as if its effortless, she meets the officers outside of her residence with a cheeky grin upon making contact with us.
This wasn't going to end well.
I repeated, this time under my breath enough for just my siblings to hear. The two agreed, and returned attention to the officers and Rosa.
The officers return a smile to Rosa before doing … whatever cops do when escorting orphans to their new home. This didn't feel real.
I feel like — just a niche — I'm going to go through several more years of abuse before I blink. At this rate, I may just die before I'm eighteen.
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All of the pleasantries have been given to and from authorities, they can officially begin their investigation on our home and can hopefully the four murders.
We did get the information, however, when Az is of age to move out and meets criteria, we can move out with him. I was ecstatic about this. I did not want to stay here longer than I needed to.
I was in my room, unpacking into my new bedroom. It wasn't half bad, there was a full-sized bed with plenty of sheets and blankets for me to sleep with. There was a vanity, mirror, desk for homework, closet, and other things in my bedroom. I was thankful for this, it didn't seem that bad. That's a good sign, but I still don't trust the woman in the gown on a casual mid-September day.
She did tell us siblings that we were to attend events with her, such as those stupid balls — in which I hate. I didn't complain, I guess she still gave me a room and a bathroom.
The house was nice, but was she?
The answer to this was no.
All she wanted was possession of us children, likely to just corrupt us, and that's something Atsu said:
She'll do everything to get what she wants.
And now she has us in her possession, as her — mind you — LEGAL CHILDREN. Who knows what her next course of action is?
If you said,: "cast a spell!" You would be correct.
I doubt any of you said this. I don't think you saw it coming, but don't worry — neither did we.
Unfortunately, that's only the start, and I don't think it will ever end.