Chapter Four: Evaluation:
November 10th, 2010.
“Please state
your name.”
“Kimoto-Tsuzuki
Anna.”
“Age.”
“Twenty-seven.”
“Are you
married?”
“Yes.”
“Any children?”
“No.”
“Are you a
violent person?”
“No.”
“Have you ever
used drugs?”
“No.”
“Any abuse from
spouse or family?”
“No.”
“Any known
history of family violence?”
“Any known
history of family violence? Do you know who my family is?”
“Fair enough.
Let’s talk the events on October 31st, 2010. Tell us what happened.”
“She invited us
over for some stupid party.”
“Your
grandmother?”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t
want to go?”
“Nope.”
“Why is that?”
“Isn’t it
obvious? She killed Papa! Plus, she killed my aunts before I was born.”
“Then why go?”
“Asato insisted
that I go.”
“Your husband?”
“Yes.”
“Why would he do
that?”
“You would have
to ask him.”
“We’re asking
you.”
“I don’t know.”
“Then why did
go?”
“Just to shut
him up. He just wouldn’t stop.”
“Please keep
your voice down. You went to the party. How was that?”
“Crappy.”
“What happened?”
“She fed us
useless crap about the family dying. We already know. Why tell us again?”
“What happened
next?”
“She served us
tea. Mine tasted so bitter. Asato and them said it was fine.”
“That’s when it
started?”
“Yes.”
“Walk us through
the events leading up to the attack.”
“After drinking
the tea, my head began to hurt. I thought I was going to die. Aside from the
burns on my wrists, I never felt pain like that before. Oh, it was a nightmare.
Then she started talking to me.”
“What did she
say?”
“I can’t really
remember. It’s a haze to me now.”
“Try to
remember.”
“I can’t. My
head hurts if I do.”
“How much can
you remember before it hurts?”
“She wanted to
talk to the Mother.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know. I
was in too much pain at the time.”
“According to
this you went into the victim’s bathroom for headache medication. Then what
happened?”
“She walked in
and started talking to me.”
“Do you remember
what she said?”
“No.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know.”
“You think your
grandmother did something to your memory?”
“Please don’t
call her that.”
“Alright, she
then.”
“I have no idea.
Probably. I guess.”
“Do you remember
stabbing her fifty times?”
“Yes… and no.”
“Explain.”
“I don’t
remember what led to that moment, but I saw myself stabbing her repeatedly.”
“Did you think
or feel anything?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I was so…
disconnected. I could see myself stabbing her, but I felt… nothing.”
“Why did you
stab her?”
“To be honest, I
don’t know.”
“How do you feel
now?”
“Tired.”
“Do you want to
go home?”
“Yes.”
“Anything else?”
“No. Do you have
anything else for me?”
“No. We’re
finished here. You are free to return to your room now.”
“Thank you.”
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November 13th, 2010.
Tsuzuki returned to take his wife home at last.