Blink | By : yeagerbomb Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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She sat there and lied. Lied! Maybe not a total lie at first, but I knew the difference between it and the truth.
“I was under a lot of stress that day, and I got a little out of control. I apologized right away, but his sister had gotten it into his mind that I was cruel and trying to kill him. Or some such similar nonsense.”
“Had you ever hit him before or since then? With that sort of force?”
“No,” she lied, straight faced. I couldn’t believe it. How could she just do that?
“Mr. Seguchi said you ‘broke loose’ on your son. Is this true?”
“No. Not the way he said it. I had asked him several times to go, and he refused, so I smacked him once.”
“Nothing further.” I was boiling. She just lied like that. How could she?! She wouldn’t have said any of that stuff if she’d known that Tatsuha and Father were testifying as well. Big mistake. Ms. Kisonare went up and took my notebook with her.
“You read his book, correct?”
“I did.”
“And when you finished were you angry?”
“No. I was distressed. There’s a large difference,” she said.
“Do you remember where you started in the notebook?”
“The beginning, of course.”
“Mika said you started in the middle.”
“She was mistaken. I started at the front and read every word carefully. I love Eiri.”
“Only a few pages remain in it. You tore this apart, didn’t you?”
“No. I’ve never seen it in pieces like that.”
“Would you read this poem please? The very last page.”
Mother then read the poem I had written the day before Mika arrived. When she was done she sniffed disdainfully. The jurors noticed.
“That’s it.” Mother came down and sat beside Nagasame as Ms. Kisonare sat beside me.
“Does the defense have any other witnesses?” the judge asked.
“No, your honor.”
“The prosecution?”
“Yes, your honor,” Ms. Kisonare said. Nagasame paled a little, but Mother still looked confident. Father walked in, and Mother smirked.
“Has your wife ever hit Eiri with excessive force before?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Sunday, February twenty-third. The day we called the police, and Eiri’s birthday.”
“Was there any other time?”
“Ever since Mika moved out Mina had become more and more violent with him. He always had bruises either from her or kids at school picking on him.”
“What did you think of his notebook?”
“I never got the pleasure of reading it all the way through. I read one poem, ‘Careless’, I believe, was the title. It was extremely touching, but somewhat terrifying that my son could write something like that.”
“Could you recite it?” she asked.
“Oh no,” Father said, surprised. “I would slaughter it.” Ms. Kisonare glanced at the notebook.
“The original version isn’t here,” she murmured to herself. She glanced back at me, and then the judge. She stepped up to him and asked a hushed question. He nodded. She walked back to me and asked if I knew the poem. I nodded.
“I rewrote all the poems,” I whispered, still whistling because of the missing tooth. “Exactly as they were, I think. Those were easy enough to remember. At least most.”
“Do you have it?” I shook my head and she brought me forward. “If Eiri recites it, could you confirm that it was the one you read?” Father nodded. I was suddenly flushed and blushing. I took a few breaths and then said it:
“‘Careless:/ A tear slips down my cheek, and a hand reaches out, slapping it away./ Just me, being careless./ A foot stuck out and I trip over it, scraping my face./ Just me, being careless./ A word slips my mind, and I slink away to hide from the pain./ Just me, being careless./ Detention for fighting on the playground, when I was being ambushed./ Just me, being careless./ A hand, crossing my face every single night, unfailing./ Just me, being careless./ Fists, meeting my stomach every time I turn around./ Just me, being careless./ Pain, moving through my body, constantly making me fall./ Just me, being careless./ A knife, piercing my heart, ending it all forever./ Just me, being careful.’”
Father nodded. “That was it. I was frightened that he would have such thoughts, but the beauty of it is astonishing.” I sat back down, and Ms. Kisonare finished with Father. After the cross-examination, he was free to go, and Tatsuha was brought in.
He told everything that happened on my birthday and every single other time he could remember of Mother hitting me. He told everything that happened while I was unconscious. All the fighting. That Mother refused to let me go to a hospital. His fears that I was going to die. He was perfect, so innocent and sweet. The jurors loved it. Nagasame couldn’t even find anything to rile him up over in the cross-examination. Then, I was all that was left.
I told all that I remembered of my birthday and the days surrounding it. I told exactly what had happened when I delivered the papers to her and recited every poem asked of me. Nagasame tried to trip me up, but I gave the true and honest answers, and even messed him up once. I was suppressing a smile as I sat down.
“Is that all?” the judge asked. The lawyers both nodded. “Alright. Closing statements and court is recessed until the jury has found a verdict.” Everyone broke apart as the jury left. I was feeling confident, for the first time in a long while, that we had it. I didn’t know a better feeling for twelve hours, when we walked back into the court room the next morning, the verdict in the juror’s hand. He gave it to the judge, who passed it back and asked the verdict.
“We, the jury,” he said, “find the defendant, Uesugi Mina, guilty on all charges.” Mother screamed bloody murder. I walked back to the door, containing myself, and stepped out, met immediately by Tatsuha and the others. They looked at me excitedly, and I smiled.
I leapt into Mika’s arms, hugging her and crying, “We did it! We won!”~
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