((I am the literal worst you guys I am so sorry for this))
A pot shattered against the wall. A book flew threw the air, nearly hitting the red-haired woman in the face. A chair shakily lifted from the floor, only to fly straight up into the ceiling.
Kouyou touched her forehead as though a headache were coming on, her face puckered in irritation. “Alright, okay, let’s take a break,” she sighed. “Maybe another time.”
The young, wide-eyed boy currently trying to levitate the bookshelf stopped short and looked up at her, his face pulled into a pout. “But Ane-saaaaan!” he whined. “I’m so close! Let me keep trying! Pleeeeeeease?” He stuck out his lower lip and made impossibly adorable puppy dog eyes at his surrogate mother, hands clasped in a silent plea. Kouyou sighed in defeat; she couldn’t say no that face.
“Alright, but only a few more tries.”
Chuuya beamed, then turned around and tried to levitate some of the kitchen utensils laying out on the counter, succeeding in raising some silverware off the marble. “Look! Ane-san! I’m doing it!” he cried.
Kouyou smiled, pride warming her chest. “Very good, Chuuya. Now, try putting it all down.”
Chuuya nodded once, then righted himself, even sticking his tongue out in concentration as he focused on lowering the several utensils suspended in midair. For a moment everything was going smoothly, and then the next silverware was flying everywhere.
“No!” Chuuya whined, stomping his foot. “I was so close!”
The world seemed to have fallen still and silent around Kouyou, the only thing she could feel being the bright pain in her chest. The only thing thing she could see was the hilt of the knife buried deep in her body and the blood leaking out from the wound. “Chuuya…” she gasped. “Chuuya.”
Chuuya’s blue eyes grew wide with terror, followed by tears mere seconds later. “Ane-san…?” he squeaked, his voice choked and small.
“Chuuya, it’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t panic,” Kouyou said, trying to keep her voice cool and collected in order to keep her son from bursting into tears. “Just, go find help, okay?” Her mouth felt dry, her body felt cold, and drowsiness was already taking her over.
Chuuya hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave her side.
“Chuuya, you have to. I’ll be fine until you get back.”
She was lying.
Chuuya ran like his life depended on it, not even bothering to close the door behind him. When she was sure he was out of sight, Kouyou sank to floor and watched mindlessly as her blood dripped onto the floor, tiny little drops of red against light brown hardwood. Tired, I’m so tired… Maybe if I just close my eyes, just for a few moments… Her eyelids gently closed, and she slumped onto the floor. She remained there, barely conscious, until she heard loud footsteps and Chuuya screaming her name.