Give Me Back My Brother
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Chapter Ten: Discovery
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It was quiet when Chitose finally came to-eerily quiet. At first, she wasn't sure where she was or why it was so dark…then she remembered the darkness covering the town, frightening Sae, and hiding in the kimono box to escape.
Slowly, the little girl got out of the box and looked around. It was dark out, but no more than usual. Everything was silent, and there was no one in sight. Had it all been nothing more than another frightening dream?
Without really meaning to, Chitose started to cry. She ran to the room her brothers had always shared, only to find it empty. Then she remembered that her brothers were gone and wouldn't come back, which only made her even more upset. She turned around and ran to her parents room, only to discover that it, too, was empty.
"Where did everyone go?" she wondered aloud, wandering through her house in search of someone-in search of anyone.
Finding no one at all, she decided to go over to the abandoned Kiryu house. Her parents had been going over there a lot these past few days. Even though that place really creeped her out, it was even more unsettling to be all alone in her big house…
Chitose hurried through the house and across the bridge to the Kiryu house, which was nearly identical to her own. She walked across the second floor landing and up where there was a small room. A quiet whisper made her breath a sigh of relief-someone else was here.
"Why..?" The whisper repeated over and over, almost as if two people were saying it, trying to overlap eachother.
The frail child followed the sound into the room. "It sounds like it's coming from…that wall?" She pushed on the seemingly normal wall and let out a gasp of surprise as it opened.
"A secret room?" Chitose stepped into a tiny room. Even though it was dark, she could make out a girl in a bluish-colored kimono sitting against the wall to the right, The whispers seemed to be coming from her.
"E-excuse me..?"
The girl did not seem to hear her. She was a little older than Chitose, and her black hair was much longer, completely hiding her face since her hair was down. The whispers stopped suddenly as Chitose moved close and knelt, reaching out of touch the girl's shoulder.
With a creaky sound, the sitting girl stared to move, standing up slowly. Chitose mimicked her movements, now realizing that this was no ordinary girl. She took a few steps back, but the girl just took a few stiff steps in her direction.
"Don't kill me!" The girl lunged forward, knocking Chitose to the floor. As Chitose struggled to push her off, she realized that the girl's skin was hard…like wood. She wasn't a girl at all! She was just a doll of some kind!
Chitose shoved the moving doll off her and ran from the small room, shutting the door behind her. Catching her breath, she turned…and came face to face with the girl again. She screamed, but that was all she could do-there was no where left to run.
"Why do you kill?" she asked, taking normal steps towards the smaller child. "Don't kill…" She reached her arms out to grab Chitose, who ducked, covering her head protectively.
Nothing happened. She looked up. The girl was nowhere in sight. Confused and shaken up, she ran back to her own house.
"I know…" She gasped for breath. "I'll use my bell. Someone will hear it and come and find me!" She shook her wrist, but no sound came. Gasping, she pulled back her sleeve. The bell Itsuki had given her was gone!
Chitose remembered that she had woken up in the kimono box…Had she accidentally left her bell in there? She had to find it! That bell was a gift from her brother and still had the key to his special room on it.
Running back to the kimono box, she removed the lid and thrust her hand inside. She was able to find the key easily, but it was stuck on something…something white in the low moonlight. It was soft, but so very cold…
The little girl pulled the weighted key up to see what it was stuck on. What came up with it was a lifeless arm-it's red cord tied around its pallid wrist. She shrieked, yanking the key free and breaking the cord in the process. The arm fell back into the box, and she looked in after it.
And then she screamed again. But this time, she was not sure why-whether it was because inside was the corpse the arm belonged to…
…or because that corpse was her own.