Chapter 39- Arisa's Fear- Daisya

I paced back and forth, wanting to get back to Lenalee, to see if she was all right. As a ghost, I was be able to appear and disappear anywhere I'd like, but for some reason, I wasn't able to get into the Ark. I groaned, and kicked the wall. Of course, my foot went right through it.

Suddenly, I felt a strange presence near. I turned to my right, and saw a girl with long, brown hair hiding behind a stone. She was watching the exorcists.

I walked over to her to get a better view. I smiled as I recognized her.

"Arisa," I said. She didn't hear me. It wasn't the first time I had seen her. It was like she was following Lenalee and the others. She was there at the docks in China, and now she was here. I had first seen her in Liverpool when Kanda and General Tiedol were there. I had been so happy to know that she was alive, that I had started to cry.

I bent down next to her, and was about to put my hand on her head to ruffle her hair, when the scenery changed.

I was standing in a black void. There was nothing around me. Then, I heard yelling. I turned to see a vision of Kanda and Arisa yelling at each other. They were near the edge of a cliff.

"If I haven't killed anyone," Kanda said. "then that means that I care. The Order is the only family I have, and I don't plan on loosing them- not yet anyways."

Suddenly, Arisa put her hands on Kanda's face and kissed him. The sight was so shocking and strange, that I couldn't help but to gasp. Arisa was in love with Kanda the King of Gloom? That didn't seem right at all.

It had started to rain, and just as it did, Kanda pushed Arisa away from him.

"You really are a freak!" He yelled. Arisa took a step back, and fell. I tore my eyes away from the scene before she hit the ground, too upset to watch.

That's when I saw the door. I walked over to it, hoping that it was the exit. I tried to open it, but it was locked. I shrugged, and walked through it like I did with any other door.

I found myself inside another black room. In the middle of the room, I saw a spotlight. There was someone kneeling in the light, crying. It took me a moment to realize that it was Arisa. She had her short, pink and purple hair instead of long, brown hair. It hung in her face as she cried into her hands.

"Arisa," I said.

He head snapped open, and her eyes widened. "Daisya!" She yelled. She stood, and ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck. "Oh my God," She said. "Why are you here?"

"Arisa, what's going on?" I asked.

"I don't know," She said. One minute, I was laying on the ground, in pain and wishing to die after falling off a cliff, and the next thing I knew, I was here. I've tried to get to the door to open it, but it seems to always move away from me. I've been stuck in here for so long. I don't even know if I'm alive. I haven't had to eat or drink anything, and whenever I should be hurt, I feel no pain. Daisya, please tell me you know what's going on, or where we are."

"I wish I could help you with that," I said. "I don't know myself."

I looked around, looking for some sort of sign that would tell us where we were. I found nothing.

Arisa started to cry even harder. I had never seen her this upset. It made me sad. I hugged her.

"I'm going to get you out of here," I said. "Just let me think for a few minutes."

I sat down, and Arisa did the same. She hugged her knees, and started rocking back and forth. Her eyes were blood-shot.

I closed my eyes, and thought. I had just touched her head when I had been sucked here. However, the younger version of Arisa was with me.

I tried to remember what I knew about the "new Arisa". She used to live in Liverpool, England, she had long, chestnut- colored hair, and she had no memory.

A strange idea came to me. If the "New Arisa" was alive, but had no memory about her old life, then how was I seeing my friend Arisa? How was I sitting with the "old Arisa"? I realized that I was inside of Arisa's head.

"What do you remember?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"What do you remember?" I repeated.

"Everything," She said. "except for the stuff that I was too young to remember. Why?"

"Arisa, you're not dead," I said. "How close have you been able to get to that door?"

"Maybe a few feet," She said. "Why?"

"I think that you were locked in here because something's preventing you from getting your memory back," I said. "This you that I'm talking to is the Arisa that I knew, but it's not the Arisa that's alive right now. That Arisa can't remember anything from the Order, and that's because you've been locked in here. The only way to get out is to fight against the amnesia. If you really are the Arisa I know, then I think you can win this battle. You need to force yourself to open the door."

"How?" Arisa asked. "Daisya, I'm scared enough as it is, so please don't speak in riddles."

I stood up, and held my hand out. She took it, and I pulled her to her feet.

"Just think," I said.

"About what?" She asked.

"Things that make you strong," I said. "Think about Lenalee and the Order. Think about your family. Keep those memories inside of your heart, and never let them go. Then take a step towards the door."

Arisa closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "What if this doesn't work?" She asked.

"It will," I said. "I promise." I grabbed her hand. "I'll be right next to you the entire time. I won't leave you. Are you thinking about something that's important to you?"

She nodded. "I'm remembering the first night Lenalee and us sat on the rooftop, watching the fireworks." She smiled, and squeezed my hand. We took a step forward.

"You can command the door to open and stay in one place," I told her. "This is your mind, Arisa. You control what happens."

Arisa nodded. I watched as she seemed to grow in confidence. The door swung open, and Arisa squeaked for joy.

"Keep that confidence," I said. We took another step. It was a slow process, but soon, we were finally close enough to the door, that we could reach out and touch it.

I let go of Arisa's hand, and walked through the doorway. Arisa's smile was so wide, that I couldn't help but laugh. "You did it, Circus Freak," I said. "Just one more step."

Arisa looked down, and lifted her foot off the ground. She was about to step through, when the door slammed shut.

I felt the air rush past me, and found myself standing back in Edo. I looked at Arisa, who was holding her head.

"Damn it," She whispered. "What the hell is wrong with my head? Why am I suddenly feeling pain?" She looked up in the direction of the other exorcists.

"I hope I didn't miss anything," She said. "I'm surprised none of them heard me as I groaned in pain for the last three hours." She sighed. "I wonder if I was about to remember something…" She sounded scared.

The thought suddenly hit me. Arisa was too frightened to remember her past. She was deliberately keeping her memories behind that locked door. She couldn't remember anything, because she self-consciously didn't want to.