Volume 3 – The Obscure Incident
#110 – Mistaken
“Where are you?” I asked. She didn’t answer. I was thinking that, finally, she was about to be a little more cooperative with me. It turned out, I was wrong.
Everything she had told me just now… It was too heavy. But despite her dark nature and my initial defensive behaviour, I wanted to get closer to her, hoping that I might be helpful. From my initial point of view, her actions were definitely not justified and she had to be stopped by force; but deep inside… I couldn’t help feeling some sympathy towards her. Maybe I was slowly going crazy as well, listening and trying to deal with her.
At this point, I just didn’t know what to do. She was keeping her distance, and it was feeling like she was talking to me just because she was somehow forced to. Perhaps I was doing something wrong.
I walked around the classroom for a while. The thunderstorm was still ongoing, showing no signs of slowing down. At least now, with the light turned on, I could see my surroundings inside the building.
I got out of the classroom, and once again, I was searching for her in the building. Why she had left the classroom and what her intentions could have been… I had no idea, but I definitely didn’t like it.
The lights were flickering because of the disturbance on the power lines caused by the storm. The classes and hallways were way dimmer than they were supposed to be, but it was good enough to let me navigate and find my way around the building.
Coming to an intersection, I heard something to my left. There was a pile of clothing on the ground and there was a trail of blood coming from one of the classrooms, leading up to that pile. I looked around to see if there was something else of interest, and then slowly proceeded to approach that pile. I stopped when one of the lights ahead lit up and revealed that the ‘pile’ was in fact a person.
That person… was a student. She was laying on the ground on her stomach with her eyes looking ahead. She was trying to pull herself with her arms to move forward. That blood trail; it was her blood. She had… She had no legs.
Her eyes turned up and she looked at me, to the man standing a few meters in front of her. Her sour expression changed a little bit. Her eyes lit up. Some blood came out of her mouth. She stopped for a second, then continued dragging herself to my direction with greater effort. Her eyes were locked on mine.
“…gah…ha…huh…HAA!” She was making lots of weird noises while she was coming towards me. I took one step back, and suddenly, her expression soured again. She tried to increase her speed. This caused me to panic even more.
“…haAAH…wo…nnnnngghhh…ghh…” It was possible to understand her struggle simply by listening to those sounds.
“Stop!” I said as I took a few more steps back. She dropped a few tears, and started making louder noises, while trying harder to go faster.
“…HAA!..NAAA!..UH-AAAHH!” I could hear nothing intelligible. There was no indication of friendliness or hostility from her.
Suddenly, she grabbed my left leg. While I was trying to decide my next move, she had come here faster than I anticipated. Thinking quickly in that moment of panic, I swung my leg around to push her away, but she was too strong and heavy for me to do that. Instead, I ended up hitting her face with the bottom of my shoes. She released my leg and was dragged away on the ground. Lots of blood came out of her head. She stopped where I had pushed her, and looked up to me once more, with great sadness.
That moment, I felt more fear and sorrow than I did through my entire life. She was scared more than I was, and she was simply looking for someone to protect her and get her out of this horrifying place; and… What have I done?
“…ghhooo…pffuuu…huuu…” She was coughing out lots of blood and trembling; looking at me with expectant eyes.
This time, I started walking towards her. I had to save help her out and save her. But when I started approaching, she began pulling herself away from me.
“I… I will help you, I will get you out of here!” I said. She didn’t listen and kept moving away. I was running way faster than she could move, so I quickly closed up the distance. Even though she tried to resist, I held her and lifted her up to carry her out of the building. Eventually, she gave in.
“It is going to be okay.” I said. She looked at me in silence, still in tears. “I’m… I’m sorry.” I softly said. After a moment of hesitation, she held me me tightly, wrapping her arms on my shoulders, around my neck.
I carried her until we were about to arrive at the main enterance of the school. Just then, her arms suddenly squeezed me, and her body twitched violently for a few seconds. Afterwards, she slowly released me and her arms dropped down. A weird sound came from her stomach and her head slided to the side.
“No.” I said, breathing heavily. “No, look at me!”
I looked at her face. Her eyes were looking at different directions, moving freely. A mix of saliva and blood was coming out of her mouth. Then, I noticed that she didn’t have a tongue; that was why she couldn’t talk to me.
She was no longer moving, or responding to my actions in any way. That was it. She was gone, probably because she had lost so much blood. Just like that, my mistake had brought her death.
With blood dripping down from her body and my clothes, I slowly put her down on the ground. I was pouring tears in sorrow, regret and frusturation. I put my head on the wall next to her, and cried silently for a while.