❤ Ąıяı ƨøнɱɑ ❤
❝I find nothing more depressing than optimism.❞
In the midst of the night, in the house of the cursed Sohma family, laid the Rat, deep in yet another terrible nightmare. At first, it started out in the same place: the hospital. She wasn't in it, well, she was, but this was a time she couldn't quite put her fingers on. She would watch from an omniscient point of view of a couple who was about to have their first child, a child they would've loved with all their hearts, a child they envisioned to be perfect. Airi would smile, because this very scene is what should happen to lucky couples. They should be able to have the children of their dreams. To her horror, things took a turn for the worse for the couple, just like every other night.
The woman turned pale, sheet-white pale, like the sheets she tossed and turned in. She opened her mouth, probably screaming, but no sound escaped her lips. Her husband's lips moved too, asking, pleaded with what might be wrong with his beloved. She didn’t seem to answer, only screaming in pain. Doctors and nurses came in, pushing the man away from her. He stubbornly refused, trying to bash his way to her. He was pushed outside, where Airi followed behind. The man paced and paced and paced for what seemed like hours. During that time, the woman on the other side was in labor, the child emerging from her womb. She was in pain, terrible pain-and the blood-so much blood there was too much spilling and it seemed like she was dying. The baby came out; the doctor cut the umbilical cord and gave the crying baby to a nurse.
Airi trailed after the man who ran back into the room, frantic, horrified, and weak. His wife, his love, she was dying before his eyes. He caressed her cheek, pleading, kissing her forehead, ignoring the doctors and nurses who left them tearing family. She whispered, “I love you.” “I love you too.” The man was too saddened, and was unstable by the events. He walked to his newborn daughter and whispered a name that Airi did not catch. He touched the glass and started to cry. “This is terrible…” Airi thought, tears pouring out of her eyes. He rolled the cart which had the baby on it near his dying wife. She smiled, a motherly smile, and stroked the glass with her weakened fingers. Her hand made it way to her chest and there, next to her husband, and next to her daughter, she died.
The man roared for help, but no one came. The baby did not cry even while it had lost its mother. He was in tears; it was unbearable to watch him, to lose his meaning of life. He kept on crying and took his own life with the gun he held in his hand. Airi turned away instinctively and—
Gasping with cold sweat and tears running down her face, she cried, just as she always did when she had those dreaded nightmares. “D-don’t die…please, please d-don’t leave me…I’m so alone…so very alone.” She sobbed, curling up into a ball on her bed, unable to stop her raging emotions inside of her.
“Don’t leave me."
