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After that day with Nakao, we never did speak again. I thought that our relationship was going to build. I thought we were going to become amigas mejores. But…we never did. And that was a mistake. After that day at her house, Fumika-san never looked at me the same. Every time I tried to apologize, she would look away, push me away, and walk away. I thought that would be it. But she soon started to become vicious about it. She would write mean things on my desk. "Go die" "Kill yourself" "I tried, but you failed." "I hope you suffer" "You will pay". She would hide ants in my locker. Every time I would open it, it was always the same. I screamed. She shredded my swimsuit, which I had accidentally left at her house. I was slowly starting to get to my breaking point. That was until one day…

Zanita walks into the Pool Area, tired and pale. She looks up to see only Nakao and Suzuko-sensei. She decided to stay unseen. She wanted to know what was going on. And listening onto this conversation.

"Suzuko-sensei, I don't want to do this anymore. Yero-san is suffering…I don't like watching her suffer."

Suzuko slaps Nakao across the face. "Brat! Do you want to be known as the best or not?!" Nakao looks away, not answering. Suzuko-sensei crosses her arms and sighs. "This…this is for the best." Zanita couldn't believe what she was hearing. Suzuko-sensei was behind this the whole time! Without even thinking, Zanita runs out of the Pool Area. She heads down to the computer lab. She never did go to Swimming Practice that day.

"Have you heard of Hell Correspondence?"

Midnight started to approach. Zanita shut herself in her room, not even speaking to her dad for the whole night. He seemed worried, and Zanita wanted to tell him what was going on. But he was busy. And he didn't want him to get into this whole mess. She sat at her computer desk, pulling out her laptop.

"A site that can only be accessed at midnight."

She glances over at the clock. 23:59. It was almost time. As soon as it hit midnight, Zanita pulls up a new tab and types into the search bar: Hell Correspondence. A little flame appears on a black screen. The flame fades away, and there was a text bar.

"They say if you type in the name of someone you hate, Hell Girl will come and send that person to Hell."

Zanita takes a deep breath. She didn't know if this was the right thing to do or not. But she does it anyway. Into the text bar, she types in the name of someone she had come to hate. Ozawa Suzuko.

Zanita felt a sudden chill along her spine. There was a slight breeze, causing her to turn around. And there, standing in her room, was Hell Girl. "Enma-san?" Zanita looked at the girl confused. Ai extended her arm, handing her a straw doll, a red string attached to the neck of it.

"Take this. If you untie the thread, then the contract will be complete. The person you hate will be sent straight to Hell." Zanita carefully takes the doll and examines it. "However, to curse someone is to dig a double grave."

Zanita looked at the straw doll with wide eyes. "H-huh?"

"In return for revenge, after death, your soul will go to Hell too." Zanita turns back around in her seat, facing away from Ai Enma. "Do you still want revenge?"

Zanita had a lot of thinking to do that night. Seeing Hell Girl made her realize that everything, the rumors, the gossip, everything, was real. This was serious. Zanita had a decision to make.

The next day, Zanita decided that some swimming would help ease her mind. A part of her didn't even want to go to the pool, knowing that the thing that had grabbed her foot a while back would be there, waiting. But she needed to swim. Just a little bit.

She opens the door up to the Pool Area and heads to the changing room. She changes into her new swimsuit, before heading out. She stops for a moment and looks back to her bag. She quickly goes back to it and pulls out the straw doll. Heading out of the changing room, she makes her way to the pool, fiddling with the straw doll. "No está un Diablo de Piscina…" Zanita would repeat to herself. She steps to the edge of the pool and looks down. No one. She gives a sigh of relief before sitting down, dipping her feet into the pool. She sets the straw doll on the side of the pool, where she could grab it if she wanted to. She pushes herself in, submerging herself in the water. She practiced her underwater swimming, knowing in needed work, anyway. When she felt the need for air, she swam upward and burst out of the water. When she did, Suzuko-sensei was standing at the side of the pool.

"Good to see you practicing out of class," she said with a smile. Zanita gulped. This was the woman, standing in front of her, who forced Nakao to do what she did. To write those nasty things on her desk and to pour ants into her locker.

Zanita pulls herself out of the pool to stand in front of her. She took a deep breath, knowing what must be done. She uses her foot to slide the doll towards her. She picked it up and put a finger to the thread tied around its neck, ready to pull. "Suzuko-sensei…" Zanita started, "I have to ask you something."

Suzuko frowns and crosses her arms, looking at Zanita sternly. "Yes, spit it out, Yero!"

Zanita tightens her hands to fists, looking down at the ground. "I…I listened to you and Fumika-san yesterday…" Suzuko-sensei's eyes widen. Zanita figured she was getting somewhere. "…and I was wondering if…if…is it-?"

"ZANITA, LOOK OUT!" Suddenly, Suzuko-sensei reaches out and grabs Zanita's arm, pulling her towards herself. Everything around Zanita starts to slow down as she turns her head around to see an arm, poking out from the pool. It smacked the floor, like it was aiming for Zanita, and had missed. The arm retreats back into the pool water. Suzuko-sensei furrows her eyebrows and growled. "I've got you this time, creep!" She dives into the pool, swimming after the culprit.

Zanita runs to the pool's edge, eyes wide. "Suzuko-sensei!" She saw the two on the other side of the pool. The culprit kicks Suzuko in the face, then climbs out of the pool. Whoever it was came out in a divers suit. The person takes off the mask and the goggles, revealing long black hair. That hair belonged to Nakao. Zanita was shocked. She was about to pull the thread on the wrong person. "F-Fumiko-san?"

Nakao turns around, eyebrows furrowed. She backs away a bit, but Suzuko was quick enough to catch her, jumping out of the pool and grabbing her legs. "Gotchya!"

Nakao wobbles a bit, trying to keep her balance. "Get…OFF OF ME!" Zanita starts to slowly walk over to her. But before she got too far, Nakao pulls something out of a satchel she had hanging off of her side. She extends her arm to show Zanita a straw doll identical to the one Zanita had.

"Oh no…"

"Don't come any closer!" Nakao threatens.

Zanita immediately stops where she was. She carefully holds out her hand. "Fumiko-san, ple-"

"GET AWAY!" Nakao puts her fingers on the thread, ready to pull the string. "I bet you know who this is for." Zanita's eyes widen. "That's right, Yero-san. It's for you." Zanita was speechless. She backs up a bit, trying not to enrage Nakao. Nakao started to laugh, finding the situation quite amusing. "You know, I thought I was starting to like you. But, in the end, this was what had to happen. You're too good. The Swim Team doesn't need someone like you here." Her laughing continues. It took all of Zanita's power not to run over to her and smack her so hard.

"But if I were to send you to Hell, I would still have to deal with Suzuko-sensei. And on top of that, my soul will go down to Hell, too! So I decided, 'Hey, why don't I just make it easier for myself and have two different people send the two people I hate to Hell?" Zanita looks to her straw doll. She couldn't believe it. She had trusted Nakao. And it was a mistake. But now, there was nothing she could do about it.

"Buuut~" Nakao starts, kicking Suzuko in the face so she would be able to walk closer to Zanita, "I can make a deal with you." She gestures over to Suzuko-sensei with a smirk. "If you pull her thread, maybe me and you can try again!" She smiled brightly, as though the conversation her and Zanita were having was a friendly one. It was not.

Zanita looks at her own straw doll. She furrows her eyebrows. "No. You're a demon. You don't deserve to even be Swim Team Captain!" Nakao slaps Zanita as soon as she finishes the sentence.

"How does it feel?" Nakao muses. She grabs the collar of Zanita's swimsuit and brings her face close to hers. "Let me just tell you now…that was the wrong answer." She lets go of Zanita, throwing her back. Zanita falls to the ground. Nakao leans over her and smiles down at her. "Now, is it a deal?" Zanita lowers her eyes. She picks up the straw doll and looks at it. Suzuko looks horrified. But Zanita did not pull the thread. Instead, she tosses it into the pool. Nakao was furious. She slaps Zanita again and backs away, holding the straw doll back. "Big mistake!" She brings her fingers to the thread.

Zanita scrambles to get up, running towards Nakao. "NO!"

Nakao pulls the thread. When she looks up from the straw doll, she sees nothing but the pool. No one else was there. "Suzuko-sensei must've run. What a wimp." She tosses the doll aside. A hand reaches out from the pool. Nakao glances over to see it and rolls her eyes. "Ha ha, very funny, Masuma-chan. We're done here." The hand reaches over a large distance and grabs Nakao's leg. "W-what?!" It tugs on her leg, and Nakao falls to the ground, her head smacking into the tiles below. "Let go of me!" She tries to shake her leg, squirming about to get free. The hand starts to drag Nakao into the pool. She looks ahead of her and sees a man and a woman looming over her. "Hone Onna, what do you think?" The man asks.

"I don't know, Ren. I think she's too good for the team." The woman answers.

Nakao was shocked. "No, I'm the best, the Swim Team needs me!" An old man was standing off to the side, leaning against the wall. He was chuckling to himself. "Is he laughing at my pain?!"

Soon, her feet and legs were completely submerged in the pool. And there, standing above her, was Ai Enma. "Enma-san? You will pay for this! I'll get the whole swim team to make you suffer!"

"I'm afraid you won't be going to any more practices." Enma answers.

"W-what? WAAH!" She gets pulled completely into the water. She holds her breath, trying not to open her mouth and scream.

"Pitiful shadow lost in darkness, your hurtful actions have tainted your immortal soul." She waves her hand, the bells on her wrist ringing. "Do you want to see what death looks like?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Zanita falls to the ground and closes her eyes, covering her head and waiting for the worst to happen. Suzuko-sensei got up and looked around. She kneels next to Zanita and places a comforting hand on Zanita's shoulder. "Yero-san. It's okay." Zanita opens an eye, expecting to see a world of pain and suffering. But instead, she saw only Suzuko-sensei and the pool. "Nakao is gone."

That was the scariest day of my life. I was going to kill someone. And someone was going to kill me. But I'm alive. And it was Sachi-san who saved me. She even showed me. She pulled down the collar of her shirt and revealed to me a strange symbol on her chest. She was the one Fumiko-san asked to put my name into Hell Correspondence. I feel responsible for everything. She's going to Hell because of me. But she says that she doesn't regret her decision. She now knows that the people she cares about are safe.

The Swim Team was disbanded a couple of days after. No one trusted each other anymore. Suzuko-sensei was ashamed to be a teacher of the school, and she had just decided to leave the school. I think it was the best decision for her. I don't think I'll ever swim again. Not after that. Mi papa does not understand my decision, but he respects it, and does not question it.

I don't know what I'll do anymore. I might homeschool myself. I don't like anyone at the school, and there's no point in going anymore. But even if I don't know what I'm doing, I have to stay strong. And I have to be prepared for anything.

The End

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