A Decline in Faith: Chapter 3 - High Tension Battle From Within

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Chapter 3 – High Tension Battle From Within

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Kyoko pulled her knees ever closer to her chest, sandwiching her pillow between, tears leaking from the sides of her eyes as she stifled the sobs that were wracking her body. This had been going on for more than an hour no. She imagined that her supply of tears had run out, but surprisingly, they were still flowing. It was ten, her stomach was complaining, but her mind couldn’t stand the thought of taking anything in.

The state the young racer was in was caused by the sudden revelation her parents had revealed to her.

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“Kyoko, dear,” Her mother began in her uncharacteristic gentle voice, “We’ve got something to… tell you…”

Slightly stunned, the star of the Saitama team stared at the matriarch of her family. She attempted to speak, but only a silent, “What is wrong mom?” came out.

Her old man, kneeled beside his wife and looked up at her sadly, “Miwako… Darling, don’t force yourself…” He stroked her hand gently before kissing it tenderly.

The look on the elderly woman’s face was of determined pain, “Your father and I, we just came from the hospital,” The beginning of her announcement made Kyoko’s heart only thump harder in her chest, “Actually, we’ve been going there for the past few weeks, but today we got the confirmation of our… inquiries…”

Konousuke, her father, seemed to take a deep breath before speaking, “What we’re trying to tell you, Kyoko, is that…”

Kyoko’s mother, tightened her grip on her husband’s hands as she shushed him, “Konou… I think it would be better if I were the one to tell her…” She shook her head when he attempted to persuade her otherwise. Intimidation and anxiety filled Kyoko’s heart as she watched her parents. Her mother almost never interrupted her husband, not because of some overbearing fear, but rather of love and respect for him. Her parents looked into each other’s eyes for a few meaningful seconds before the woman continued, “I've got an… [1]advanced case of breast cancer.”

The statement seemed to reverberate in her mind; also, it seemed to slip into one ear then crawl out from the other. As was the case, the girl gaped and asked in quite a shocked tone, “What?!” It seemed though that the words were in her head long enough for her to understand it, unbelieving at the same time.

“I’ve got cancer dear…” Her mother’s demeanor totally changed. It was as if she had resigned herself to the thought and simply leaned back.

Kyoko’s eyes got dangerously shiny, as her fist seemed to have frozen into the form they were currently, clamped shut. She tried to form words of comfort; perhaps she could even draw out some words of wisdom, but to no avail. Her mind seemed to have decided to shut down and blank itself, for its own sake.

Konousuke seemed to have tensed up upon hearing those words leave his wife’s own mouth. Right now though, he was most concerned for his dear daughter. She certainly wasn’t taking the news any better than they had, when they first heard it. He rushed over to Kyoko, holding his twenty-ish daughter close to him. He hoped he could ease up his daughter as he used to his wife.

He held her even tighter when he felt her wrap her arms around him and press her face against his shoulder, soon the area of which she had pressed it began to moisten up.

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How could she react like this? She was twenty-one years old! How could she react so immaturely?! Her mother was sick, terminally sick, and what was she doing for her? Making her situation worse, that stupid little scene she had pulled in the living room. She should be supporting her mother right now, not cooping up in her inner sanctum. How selfish of her… These were the thoughts roaming free in the enclosure that was her mind.

Regardless of what went through her head, she couldn’t bring herself to pull herself together and plod over to her parents room to talk about this.

Hours later, Kyoko was sprawled out on her bed. She had fallen asleep from crying. It was horrible for her in multiple ways for her, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

When she finally looked up, the first things she saw was the plain wall calendar pasted against her door. Yesterday was a Sunday; today was a Monday, deducing from the bright light coming from her accursed windows, it wasn’t too early in the day anymore. She bit her lower lip before she dared to glance at her clock. Yep, the time supported her guess; it was eleven o’clock.

She loathed to get up, to face the reality that was just beyond her bedcovers and mattress.

For whatever reason her mind came up with, she decided that if she was already two hours late for her class, she may as well miss it and ask Sakaki-san, her seatmate in her classes for the day, for the notes he had taken down, just so she could linger on her bed just a bit longer. And if that were to happen, she may as take a day off, for personal reasons… That basis seemed suitable enough.

Sighing, she pulled one of her smaller pillows against her and wishes for this to all be nothing but an illusion, a dream.


My apologies to those who don’t like Kyoko’s parent’s names. Also, I know the first part was overly dramatic, and kinda corny, and extremely predictable, but I’m already rushing this story… So, yeah, another apology for it being pathetically short. :P