Interlude 2; Rosso Phantasma
There was a time when I thought about protecting others. I took up the idea that Papa and I were doing a service to the world. I would fight in the background, defeating Witches, saving people while he preached his own gospel out in the open. There was no way that wish could be wrong. If people were happy, it was right - right?
"... I'm home," I walked back into the house just after getting home from another witch hunt. This was around the time Papa discovered that I was a magical girl. He constantly called me a 'witch' because he never saw it my way. Or maybe he did? It's not like I can ask him now. I walked through the empty halls with a heavy heart, getting the strength to say what I needed to say. I looked out the window as I passed by.
There was a crowd of people there all listening to my father shouting.
"A witch enticed you! A witch enticed you!"
He screamed about me, warning them, telling them to go away, that it was all my fault.
It hurt. It was a constant reminder that 'this is it, this is the result of your wish'.
I hated it, but that didn't make me want to give up on having Papa understand. I walked into the kitchen with a single hope that he would stop. "Even more sake today," I frowned. "You'll ruin your health."
The table was filled with corques and bottles. It hurt. I still spoke, "Listen, Father. I defeated another witch today. I saved someone who was going to commit suicide," my words weren't fickle. I tried to speak from the heart. "You wanted to destroy the root of all misfortune and sadness in the world. We magical girls are steadily cutting away at that root. That... that can't be bad, right?"
He sat there. He took another drink.
I kept talking. "You know, Father, I still love everything you preached. That's why I was so glad when everyone began listening to what you had to say. After all, you had always been saddened by the misfortune of this fortune. I... I finally got to see you happy," I began to falter. Then he spoke up.
"That was an illusion you created, wasn't it?"
I froze up.
"Everyone who came to this church. It wasn't because of their faith, but it's because they've been lead astray by the powers of a witch. Those poor souls," he slowly stood up. Papa could hardly keep his balance from all the sake he consumed. "Did you then plan to take the lives of those you had bewitched?" he laughed. It wasn't at me, at those I've 'witched' - no, he was laughing at himself. "Were they sacrifices for your contract with the devil? That you, the daughter of a clergymen, would sell your soul to the devil..."
"Kh-!" I grit my teeth. He didn't listen to a thing I said.
The end of this was the same as it always had been. He said he was a useless father, he blamed himself for everything. I was a witch, a pawn of the devil, an evil that needed to be destroyed.
After that - I lost everything. My ideals, my mother, my father - everything but one.
He stabbed me. As I slept, he stabbed me in the stomach. Was it once? Twice? I hardly remember. There was blood on the sheets. I could hardly breathe.
When I woke up, I looked to the side. Momo wasn't in bed. I stood up, blood dripping from my mouth, and reached for my Soul Gem. I rushed down stairs. Smoke had its way with the lower portion of the house. My objective was to find Momo. Find Mom. I had to find them no matter what.
"Mama! Momo!" I yelled. "PAPA! WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Tears formed.
It was a rampant run. But then - I seen her. Momo was underneath Mama. There was blood poured out into a puddle. The color on Mama's face was gone. "MOMO!" The distance between us was a sprint at best. I had already transformed so the distance didn't matter.
"O-nee...chan..."
She was alive.
Momo was alive.
"ONEE-CHAN!"
I ran through the burning rubble. I ran through the smoke. "MOMO!" I grabbed her. I couldn't hold in the tears. I embraced her. Just after that I had to leave. I took Momo and escaped the burning rubble.
Then at the end - I saw him.
His head snapped, rolling around lifelessly on the first floor of the house. Near the table where we spent our time laughing as a family - his corpse lie there, swinging side to side. The creaking of the rope, the flames crackling, and my scream. Those keep me up almost every night.
But this was an experience. I resolved to never use my magic for another person again. Never fight on anyone's behalf - but I couldn't do that. I wanted to leave it all behind, that's easier. Act tough, keep it up, don't look back. But Momo survived. My sister made it through. How could I turn my back on her? She tagged along with me, I made an arrangement with Mami for her to live there. We couldn't return back home. I imagine people think we're dead or missing now.
Now in the present I thought I had the strength to confront Papa. I thought I could go back to put this behind me. I can't keep letting this control me. I talked to Momo, asked her if she wanted to come.
She said yes.
At first, I was happy, but then I realized it again. As if I had to keep reminding myself.
This is all your fault.
Momo was so happy. The way she smiled stirred me inside. I couldn't look, I had to get away. I had to leave or I was going to break. The last thing I wanted for Momo was to see is me cry. I'm the older sister. I'm the one that's supposed to be strong. When did our roles reverse all of a sudden? Man, that girl knows how to drive me up the wall.
But I turned my back on her. I turned around and left. Just adding another tally to why I'm such a terrible person.