“Uhhm—”
I look disappointed at the pair, who share such a similar aura about them that they could be sisters. I can’t relax with characters from a comic staring at me like this. These moving pictures are just strange.
In any case, I can’t properly grasp the current situation.
My body can barely move. After falling from so high (like atop those blocks), or rather, being pushed from that height, it seems I did hit the ground. It feels like my body was crushed, but I’m invisible, so there’s no way to get a good look.
My bones are crushed, my flesh smashed; under normal circumstances, I would be dead.
The blood that flows and drips from my body hasn’t dried yet. It’s still sticky.
I look straight above me, but those colorful structures have disappeared, and all I can see is a bright white sky. That girl with the hat and scarf seems to traverse a variety of worlds, so maybe she lost interest in me and left.
Why on earth did she push me?
Giving someone’s back a push can have positive meanings, like cheering them on, giving them courage. But this action seemed more like someone got angry, lost their temper.
Maybe she did it because I wouldn’t move forward, so she got frustrated and pushed me in the right direction.
Then I fell, crashed into the ground, and was found by the two black-and-white girls who might be sisters. Who subsequently woke me up.
These monochrome sisters(?) are so mysterious, but if they had no interest in me, they could just as well ignore me — if they had bad intentions, they could have done what they wanted with me while I was unconscious.
But maybe the fact that they woke me up means I can see them as friendly.
At the very least, they’ve interacted with me, like that girl with the hat and scarf. They’ve gotten involved with me. Someone like me, who has been ignored, should be happy to know that they exist.
We can talk to each other, touch each other, and that alone makes these two seem very important.
I cannot let them get away.
“Uhm—” I call out to them, coughing up the blood pooling in my mouth. “You two are...?”
However, the two girls exchange glances and tilt their heads, as if they cannot speak. They have a human appearance, but act more like animals.
Seeming to come to some sort of understanding, the smaller one gives a “teehee” and puffs out her chest, taking both of my hands. And then, she pulls me up with all her might.
Blood flows from my body, spilling onto the ground.
Whether they can see someone invisible like me or not, the girl happily takes my hand, like she’s embracing it. The bigger girl keeps patting the head of the little one, as if to say well done, to tell her she’s a good girl.
With their faces close and their attention fixed on each other, they are truly like intimate family members.
“Uhm.”
Guided by them, I take their hands, light-headed.
“That girl — the one with the braids? Where is she? Do you know?”
Of course, I’m definitely curious.
The monochrome pair say nothing in response, merely pulling me along.
It’s like they’re saying, “Come with us and you’ll find out.”
It’s like someone has yanked the comic book from my hands, pulled me out of that black-and-white world, and forced me to walk forward.