Monsoon Season

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Shaking furiously, crying silently, dying of shame and sadness inside far too slowly. The tears were gone from her eyes; she had already cried them all out. How could her family allow her to face such pain? Why did they hate her so much? Her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she took a trembling breath. She slowly open her eyes, such a light shade of blue, one may had thought that she lacked irises in her large eyes. Her mother – a tall, blonde beauty with a matching, handsome husband – glared at her from across the room.

Katherine, better known as Kitty, never did anything to anger her parents. She was just born hated. Her parents were rich and happy being rich. Her mother just forgot to take her birth control pill that night.

Her father steps sounded as he paced at a leisurely rate down to the dining room where Kitty and her mother sat. He entered the room and looked unceremoniously at the two of them.

“Come,” he said.

Kitty’s father tolerated her a bit more than her mother. ‘Loved her’ would be incorrect, but Kitty knew that there were times when he did love her.

The two ladies of the household rose and followed the father out of the gaudily decorated home, filled with shining gold. There was no silver.

“Silver can be bought by anyone,” her mother once told Kitty when she had saved her money to buy her mother a pretty necklace she had seen in the window of a jewelry with her friends. “Anyways, there are no real jewels on it! Just ordinary diamonds! How boring! At least a canary diamond would be nice! But no! It’s so plain!”

Kitty now clutched the necklace in her hand now as she left her home behind, her most precious belongings in a bag on her back. She quickly glanced behind her and watched the French château-like home plopped onto the Japanese hill.

“Gouhara-san,” her father said softly, “you know where to take us.”

Gouhara Haruki-san was the family chauffer. Kitty always liked him. When he picked her up from school, he would take her to a crêpe vender as a surprise or take her to a market and buy her a special meal. He loved her, as her family should have. All the servants and cooks did.

“Yes, Master Harrington,” Gouhara-san replied in poor English.

Kitty and her parents climbed into the expensive car and Gouhara-san sat in the front. The car was an American car so the steering wheel was on the left unlike the other cars in Japan. The silence in the car as Gouhara-san drove down on a street Kitty had never been on was unbearable.

“What road is this?” she asked her parents in English. They ignored her to her annoyance. “郷原さん, 何之道ですか. Gouhara-san, nan kono michi desu ka.” He ignored her, too.

She sat back and looked out the window, annoyed. Why weren’t they answering her? She soon became worried as they turned onto another unfamiliar road.

“何処に行きますか. Doko ni ikimasu ka,” she asked Gouhara-san. “Where are we going?”

“云わない, ハッリンゲトンさ. Iwanai, Harringeton-san,” he replied softly. “I can’t say, Miss Harrington.”

“Don’t ask questions,” Kitty’s mother snapped. “It’s rude!”

She went silent and her met with Gouhara-san’s in the rearview mirror. They cried out, “之悔やもう. Kore kuyamou. I will regret this.”

“Here, Mister Gouhara,” Kitty’s father said.

It was a busy farmer’s market. She looked to her mother and father in surprise. Why would they even dare to come close to a farmer’s market? Worse yet, they got out of the car!

“Kelly? Get out of the car!” her mother growled.

“Kitty,” she whispered under her breath as she crawled out. Her mother always forgot her name.

The three of them walked into the market. There were stands of fish and fruit, full pigs and hanging hens, dyed fabrics and handmade jewelry. The sound from afar was loud and cheerful, however, as soon as the poor farmers and their peasant wives saw Kitty’s parent, her mother in a various jewels and a black gown and her father in her work suit, they went silent.

Kitty saw her mother nod to her father as she departed to speak to a round farmer behind a fruit stand. She soon rejoined them as the noise grew once more, arguing and laughing breaking out from all sides.

“Honey, I’m going to go look for a jewelry stand,” her mother said when she got back.

Her father nodded and Kitty watched her mother disappear into the crowd. She walked with her father for a few minutes more when he announced that he had to find her mother. Her turned and began to walk in a fast pace.

“Wait! Slow down!” Kitty told him.

“No, Kitty,” he said over his shoulder. “Wait there, I’ll be right back.”

“No!”

And he was gone. Although Kitty knew her parents were trying to get rid of her, she wouldn’t accept it. She was only twelve! She didn’t have any money to take care of herself. She pushed through the crowd, retracing her steps to the front. When she finally got out of the market, rain began to fall. It was monsoon season and the car was gone.

“No,” she whispered desperately to herself.

She broke into a run down the road. She came around a few turns until she found a car stuck in the trees, smashed up.

“Gouhara-san?” she shouted as she raced to the car. “Mother? Father?”

There were no answers. She couldn’t see inside the car and had no way of opening the doors. The trees were far too thick. Kitty suddenly realized why his eyes were saying that he would regret ‘this.’ He was going to commit homicide and suicide at the same time. Kitty screamed to the sky, not for her parents’ sakes, but for Gouhara-san’s.

Slowly, Kitty began to walk up the street, trying to remember her way back to her home.

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A/N: This is something I wrote in…sixth grade? Just a random oneshot. Sorry, my Japanese is horrible! Please read and review.

Kay (Let Them Eat Cake)