The end means beginning

I’m 24 years old. What did I do all this time ? I wonder... Let me tell you from the start :

All began a day in spring, exceptionally, it was snowing, but it was not the most incredible : it was also the day my little sister was born. Her name was Snow. I was 3 years old.

At the beginning, I fought it was amazing but, the more time passed, the more I felt alone... Very alone...

And it intensified when she started having heart problems. But I was trying to contain myself, until an incident happened ...

It was the icing on the cake. On his birthday, I spilled tea on her, no one wanted to believe that I hadn't done it on purpose. You see, people like rumors, and nobody can erase a first impression.

It was so bad that when Snow spilled something on her, I got scolded. I was so jealous, I wanted to shake them and yell at them: But I'm your daughter, damn it! Why don't you believe me ?! And I was so jealous that I couldn't contain myself. I figured if they thought I was the villainess, then I would be. I was 8 years old.

I tried to humiliate Snow as soon as I had the opportunity, I even went so far as to throw my glass in herface at each meal, and, when I got an illness, my parents were never came to see me and everyone thought I was doing my interesting.

My illness consisted of falling suddenly asleep at any time. At first I only fell asleep for a few minutes, but over time it got longer and longer, and people's gaze became more and more hostile ...

One day, more precisely : December 31rd, I had just woken up from a 2-year sleep, and I was eating lunch with Snow and my parents. I began to understand that everything I had done was useless, and I began to forget the reason that had prompted me to do so. I wanted to start all over, and fix all my mistakes ...

" Sorry "

Strange, why do I feel like saying my last word ? This cannot be the end when I have not even managed to repair all my mistakes ... Memories are tangled in my head, I remember every event of my life before I forget it one last time. But, what is happening to me? And, who am I?

Where am I ? Who am I ? Why don't I remember anything ? And why do I feel like I have to be an obedient little girl, no matter what, and that I shouldn't say anything if I get scolded for nothing? I do not know.

Ah yes, that's right, I remember. My name is Yukina and I am 14 years old. But deep down, it's like these memories don't belong to me ...

It's weird. Why am I lying in the middle of the road ? Why do I feel like I forgot something ? And why do I also feel ... alone? And why ... I cry ??? What is happening to me ?!

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