[Net King] Take away my heart

The greatest sorrow is to recall the happy past in pain. ——Dante

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"Erina, do you hate mom?"

"It's scary when mom is angry... But as long as Erina is obedient, mom won't be angry. Erina will be a good child and try not to make mom angry..."

Erina is an angel, and I feel like a fool for asking her such a question.

No child hates its mother, even if she sometimes becomes diabolical and irrational.

Mother's illness does not occur every day, as long as she is not stimulated by her father, she can maintain a period of calm.Occasionally she would come over and join us when Erina and I were watching TV together.Occasionally she would help Erina tidy up her schoolbag and comb her hair, although it only made things worse each time.

Is there any help for such a mother?Without a doubt, I have huge hopes for this.

Mother will be fine, because she was a good mother.Despite her erratic state, some of her actions proved that she hadn't forgotten her role as a mother.She just needs time to gradually forget her father's shadow and return to the amiable and good mother she used to be.

——Mother will get better, I have always believed that before.

In order for Erina to please my mother a little bit, so that my mother can at least treat Erina as she treats me, I came up with an idea for Erina who is still in kindergarten.

"There are a lot of colorful pieces of paper in the kindergarten, right? The kind that can be used to make origami cranes. Erina found those and folded them into small flowers and gave them to my mother. My mother will be happy to receive them."

That's what I used to do, and I'm pretty sure it would please my mother.

"But, Erina doesn't know how to fold... Can my brother fold it for me?"

"No, it must be made by Erina herself, otherwise Mom will be upset when she finds out."

Erina showed an aggrieved expression.

"It's okay, my brother taught you how to fold, and you will definitely learn it."

The next day, I started to teach Hui Rina how to fold small flowers, but after repeated teaching several times, the appearance of Hui Rina's folded flowers was still very strange.

"Huerina can't learn..."

Seeing Erina's discouraged look, I had no choice but to give up the paper stacking plan.I took out a pair of art scissors from the drawer and gave it to her, and said to her: "If you don't know how to fold it, you can use it to cut it. Erina draws the flowers on it and then cuts them out according to the shape. It must look good too."

"Yeah!" Erina, who got the scissors, excitedly ran to draw the little flower.

The art scissors disappeared from my field of vision.

About a week later, I found some colored paper thrown in the garbage bag when I was picking it up.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a piece of paper, because some have been cut into the shape of a flower, and there are still traces of pencil drawing on it.This should be Erina's, right?I thought to myself, although the shape is a bit crooked, at least I can still see that it is a flower.

Why did Erina throw away these flowers?Because it was a failure?Speaking of which, she hasn't returned the art scissors to me yet.

When helping Erina change her pajamas that night, she kept clutching her arm and refused to let go.

"What happened to the arm?"

I asked, Erina remained silent.

"Does it itch? Or does it hurt?"

Erina shook her head.

I wanted to move her hand away, but Erina jumped away from me.

"You can't change into pajamas when you look like this," I said.

"Huerina changed it by herself." Her voice was soft, "Mom said, you have to do your own things."

"...Okay then, you can do it yourself."

Handing over the pajamas to Erina, I walked out of the room to take a shower.When I came to the door, I turned around and asked her, "By the way, where are my scissors? Are you used up?"

Erina, who was about to take off her shirt, stopped suddenly.

She slowly lowered her arm, and replied with some hesitation: "...It's gone."

"Gone?"

I looked at Erina suspiciously, but she didn't seem ready to explain anything.Erina started to take off her shirt again. For some reason, the movements of her arms seemed a little stiff, and it took some effort to finally take off her clothes.

It's just a pair of scissors, I thought to myself, there is no need to ask whereabouts.So I didn't ask any more questions and just closed the door.

I noticed Erina's strangeness when she insisted on changing her pajamas for a few days.

Hui Rina always does her homework obediently by herself at the dining table, and she can finish her homework very consciously without being stared at or taught.But in those few days, her homework speed suddenly slowed down a lot. Not only that, she even took longer to eat and bathe than usual.

During dinner, I observed Erina, and found that it wasn't that she had a poor appetite and couldn't eat, but that she couldn't use a spoon to hold food and deliver it to her mouth.The same situation also happened when doing homework, Erina gritted her teeth, her arms shook so much that she couldn't even hold the pen properly, but she still desperately endured writing on the homework.

"Show me your arm."

I no longer let Erina change her pajamas by herself, I just grabbed her and pulled up her sleeves, and then I saw her arm covered with bright red blood.

"This is……"

The wound is still fresh and has not healed with scars.The long opening seemed to be roughly torn by fangs, showing the shape of a split caused by a blunt instrument.

"Did mom make it?"

That was the first possibility I could think of, but Erina replied no.

I remembered the missing pair of art scissors, and looked down at Erina's arm.Undoubtedly, a sharp knife would not inflict such a wound, and only a blunt instrument like scissors could pull out an opening of this shape.

"...Did your mother tell you to do it?"

Erina didn't answer, she sobbed softly, and I thought that was her answer.

The ministry ended early that day and I got home earlier than usual.As soon as I entered the door, I heard Erina's intermittent crying, so I closed the door softly, followed the sound to the living room, and saw Erina kneeling in front of my mother through the half-hidden door.

She was holding my pair of art scissors in her hand.

"... Erina, have you punished yourself well today?"

My mother was sitting on the sofa with her back to the door, and I couldn't see her expression.Her voice was very soft, without a hint of frenzy at all.Mother slowly stretched out her hand to Erina, her action seemed to frighten Erina, and Erina couldn't help shrinking back, and her mother's hand stopped in mid-air.

"What an unlikable child." As she spoke, the mother still put her hands on the trembling Erina's face, "Did you imitate Hiroshi to make those things? It's so ugly, such ugly things And gave it to me... Do you think you are Bilushi? You are not him, how could you make such a beautiful little flower? It is too cheeky to steal his scissors..."

Touching Erina's face bag over and over again, it should be an action full of love, but the mother made it feel chilling.

"What else can a child like you do? You don't understand mother's heart at all. Mother is so tired, and you are always naughty... Disobedient children need to be punished."

The mother's hand left Erina's face and slowly moved down. Every place she touched seemed to be pricked by a needle, which made Erina show an expression of extreme pain.

Her hands finally rested on the scissors.

"Come on, just like your mother taught you, you have to do your own things... Erina is a good and obedient child, right?"

The warm and soft voice was like a devil bewitching people's hearts. The mother asked Erina to hold the scissors tightly, and then turned the blade to herself.

Erina became a weeping puppet, with tears streaming down her face, but she still had to accept the manipulation, stretching the scissors toward her arms.I can't see my mother's face, but I imagine her staring at Erina's self-harming eyes at this moment, and the weird smile under those hazy eyes. This scene entangles my heart like a vine and spreads in my mind. A burst of black poisonous mist.

Erina rolled up her sleeves while crying, sobbing and aimed the scissors at the inside of her bruised arm.

"stop."

I couldn't help but opened the door and shouted.

The air was still and no one moved.Mom didn't turn around to look at me, I walked up to Erina, snatched the scissors from her hand, and threw them aside.

"Are you okay?" I squatted down, pulled down the sleeves for her, and wiped her crying face with the back of my hand, "I have my brother here, don't be afraid. My brother wants to talk to my mother for a while, you go back to the room Do your homework? Don't come out until I tell you."

Erina sniffed, and looked at her mother timidly.The mother sitting on the sofa looked at us blankly.

"It's okay, let's go." I helped Erina up from the ground and watched her walk into the room.

The moment the door slammed, I was completely overwhelmed by a mixture of grief and indignation.

"Mother……"

I knelt in front of my mother and put my hands on her knees.My mother looked at me for a long time, as if her soul had been taken out of her, before she belatedly uttered: "Ah...Bilus...why did you come back so early?"

As if what happened just now was just a dream, the mother's eyes revealed an almost innocent confusion.

I felt something beating my chest heavily.

"Mom!... How could you do that? Do you know what you are doing? Erina is your daughter!... Do you know what will happen if you do something like this? If the neighbors know, if the police know , if Dad knows..."

It was the mother who threw all the flowers Erina cut into the trash can.I hadn't expected this when I saw the scraps of paper in the trash can.

My mother is ill, I don't know what kind of illness it is, but I know that there must be some strange things influencing my mother's thinking, making her more and more outrageous.what do I do?It was a terrible question to bear for me, who was also young at the time.

"Mom, stop hitting Erina." I heard my voice was very hoarse, "If you feel uncomfortable, if you want to find someone to vent...you can hit me."

Erina is too young for this kind of torture, but I can because I am a boy.I don't want anyone in this family to get hurt, and if someone has to make a sacrifice for Dad's sin, I'd rather it be me than Mom or Erina.

"Birus...my good boy..."

I don't know if my mother listened to my words, she just held my face in her warm hands and bathed me with the closest loving mother's eyes that I could feel.

"It's her fault, it's all because she wants to imitate you to please me, that bad boy... My child is only Bilushi, you are my mother's favorite child, so smart, so obedient, my mother only has you ..."

"No, no...it's not like that...!"

Say no more, say no more.I closed my eyes and shook my head desperately, there must be something wrong.

I know that my mother is ill, and it is because of illness that she says these strange words and does these strange things.My mother needs to see a doctor. As long as she sees a doctor, she will be fine. She must be saved. I firmly believe, firmly believe.

One day she will correct it.

This home is sure to return to its original look.

So I can't call the police.

I can't tell this secret to anyone, I have to protect Mom and Erina, only I can protect them, only me in this world...

However, the pace of tragedy has just begun from here.

The author has something to say: Note: Alighieri Dante (1265-1321), at the end of the 13th century, an Italian poet and writer, the founder of modern Italian, and one of the pioneering figures of the European Renaissance era. "Leaving a name for future generations.

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