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WINTER LORE
My name is hiroshi..
But people often call me “Winter” due to being known for loving the winter season as a child and as a young-adult
I am in my mid 20’s i am writing this diary entry right now at the day of my body imfreezing. 47 minutes before they freeze my body and leave me there for months or even decades til my prison sentence is done..
I have a sudden confession to make. I killed my sister
Miracle.. often known as mira katsuki
I dont know what got into me.. i just suddenly snapped and grabbed those pair of tailoring scissors my mother used to own before she also.. go arrested
A decade ago.. maybe i was around 11-12 i cannot quite remember
It was a friday.. mom was supposed to pick my younger brother up from his after club activities in school.. little did that poor kid know that was the last time he’ll ever see our mom.
I remember it all like it was yesterday
I turned on the TV as i waited for mom and sota to come back
I decided to turn on the news.. i should not have done it.. the remote quickly slipping from my hands as i dropped it.. i was mortified.. seeing my own mother in her usual white cropped cardigan snd her long lilac dress.. now showered in blood
As 2 police officers held her still while my mother screamed demanding to be let go. I could hear in her voice that she was in panic. And she did not know what to do.. but it broke my heart to see my 10 year old younger brother sota come out of a house of what seemed to be a crime scene now.
He was also drenched in blood he was running around trying to look for our mom.. and when he finally found her the guards separated them immediately and they “accidentally” hurted my sibling.. i could see in my mother’s silence the rage that was building up inside her.. one thing that my mother hated the most was people hurting her family..
She managed to kick off the guards to check on her son, my brother.. it was sweet i admit.. but i cannot ignore the events.. i dont know what is happening.. why was mom covered in blood?. What was sota doing there?? Did she murder someone? No! That cant be! My mother is a sweet innocent woman that is loved by everyone!
I thought out loud as i watched the guards separate my mom and my brother. It broke me even more as i heard my brother scream for her while she was taken away from the car.. that heart-wrenching scream
Of a ten year old child wailing for his mother forever haunts me. After that.. the reporter explained that my mother apparently killed someone with a sharpened tailoring scissors.
My mother owned a tailoring shop near by the town and i grew up there trying to help her sew fabrics and create such beautiful kimonos, outfits, suits, dresses and more
She always told me.. that if you sharpened them well enough they’ll cut even better and smoother.
But back to the story..
Apparently thr woman she killed was one of my father’s mistresses.. apparently she and my father also had 3 daughters.. triplets.. to be exact..
I am not surprised.. makoto was hardly ever home for us, and im not surprised to find out that he had another family behind our backs.. why do i call my father by first name basis if you ask?
I never saw him as a father. Nor he will ever be one to my siblings and i, he cant make up for things that he’s lost now it was his fault in the first place.. he choose to lead this life of his and i will not care, as long as i have mom and my siblings i will be fine, they are the only family i know and makoto will never be part of this family he will never be
His selfish and deabeat ass does not even deserve to be called “father.” He was never one to my siblings and i so why should he be called that if he werent there! He does not even know my age nor my name to be honest.
But.. i cant blame my mother for her crime that she comitted makoto has drove her insane.. she loved him deeply because makoto was the furst ever person to treat my mother as an equal because she was discriminated against our family bloodline.. we were always called as the “family of weirdos” growing up.. and makoto made my mother think that he was always there for her and he loved her as much as she loved.. but he never really did loved her back truly..
I know how that feels mama.
I know how that exactly feels..
To live in my sister’s shadows..
To feel unloved and rejected.
To be an outcast to in this thing we call society.
And i who has met the only person who cared for me... missa.. she was a lovely.. smart young girl who desires to be a scientist.. and my only friends was taken away by mira herself my own sister.. made my only friend.. turn away from me... the only person who loved and treated me as an equal
Forgive me mama.. i have gone insane.. im so sorry.. i have lost my mind and killed my own sister.l with the very same scissor that brought to your end..
I was so mad at her.. but that does not excuse for what i did..
im really sorry, it was driving me insane on how she abused me
Mentally, and physically and did such things to me.. and took away my only friend..
i got so mad i went to my mom’s old abandoned tailor shop.. tho it did not look abandoned if i am honest.. all clothes are still intact..
And everything just seems dusty.. j went to the basement.. ignoring how there was cult equipment there and even decapitated heads..
I took the very same scissor you used in your crime. As i marched back upstairs..
There i saw mira in her study lab.. i clenched the scissors in my hands and i ran and stabbed her right in her nape area.. she screamed before she passed out.. blood leaked from sll over the table and eventually into my shoes.
Jintan her twin brother.. my older brother came in and heard the scream and he was mortified that he fell on his ass all scared seeing me holding a bloody pair of scissors while my sister bled to death. Tackled me and yelled at me.. “HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING,..” those words still stuck to me until now..
Jintan held me in his grip and called the cops on me.
And now here i am.. in my jailcell.. in my orange jumpsuit.. writting in my journal minutes before my imfreezing.
i did such a heinous act.. that i know the god of light dimitri wont forgive me for..
I deserve this.. what ever consequences awaits for me i deserve it..
No matter how bad the karma Mother Lilith has planned for me i deserve it..
I must go now.. my 47 minutes has come to an end.. the guards and jintan are waiting for me.. i will be escorted to the gas chamber before they preserve my body in the freezer where they store my mother when she got arrested,
Goodbye to whoever read this journal.
Signed: Hiroshi “Winter” Katsuki
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AUTHOR: YUZURU | KIIRU/KEEL | GALLEY | SETH