Chapter 4: Her and Me

My head aches…

What was I doing again?

Oh right, I fainted from a headache.

As I slowly got up and looked around, I noticed it was nighttime and I was lying on a big bed lavished with gold.

My body felt weak, but at the same time, I felt my body was lighter than before.

The walls were decorated with paintings, but some whoever the noble in charge is, they seriously had bad taste.

Some paintings were normal, but others were just red smudges all over the place.

Wait…

That’s not a painting… It’s blood…

As I looked around, I noticed eight dead bodies, each having been cut into two by some big weapon.

And then I felt like someone was staring at me, I glanced around and found her.

A 16 year old girl, who looked extremely beautiful with black hair, pale white skin, one black and one red eye.

She was sitting on a chair at the end of the room, wearing a black frilly dress.

On her back, was a gigantic scythe, it was black, bigger than her, and it was dripping with blood…

The feeling when I saw her was nostalgic, but the same time, I felt fear.

Fear of her?

No… It was a different feeling, I just felt fear…

Something was scary…

I don’t know what, but I felt scared…

And then while she was staring at me, she spoke.

“Let the sleeping dogs lie.”

“I’ll answer your previous question, so let the sleeping dogs lie.”

“Answer 1: You are half a person”

“Answer 2: We are An, Yin An”

“Answer 3: You lack emotions because I, the other half, has them. You have love, I have hatred, you have kindness, I have envy, you have patience, I have anger, though the emotions are evenly split, we can still feel a tiny portion of each other’s emotion, for example if all your loved ones die, you might feel a tiny bit of anger.”

“Answer 4: You are still alive because our body, runs on blood, once it runs out of blood, we die, if we have blood, we’ll survive even with our head cut off. We need not sleep, eat, drink, breath or age for we are not human.”

“So can you let the sleeping dogs lie and not search for “her” memories?”

Her answers shocked me.

They were the answers to the questions I had before I fell unconscious, while I was searching for the past memories.

Does that mean she can read my mind?

“Yes I know everything you are thinking, for I am you and you are me, you are in charge of the body, while I’m in charge of the knowledge, but I’ll also appear when the body is in danger.”

What she is saying seems so surreal, but then that would explain many of the things that has happened. For now, I’ll believe her.

I decided to ask more questions to know more.

“What happened to us?”

She does not answer.

“Who is “her””?

She still does not answer.

She just sat there and stared at me and slowly she asked me a question.

“Do you want to know everything?”

“Yes.”

I immediately answered.

She slowly stood up, walk to me and looked me in the eye.

“Even if we die?”

I looked back at her intensely.

I could feel she was not lying. I wanted her to explain more, but I knew she wouldn’t answer.

We stood there in the room, looking at each other eye to eye under the moonlight from the window above, surrounded by blood and death.

I slowly nodded because I wanted to know, no I had to know, what caused this to happen, what are we, what is “she” and what does “she” want splitting herself in two.

The girl in the frilly black dress slowly walked back to the chair she was sitting on and sat down.

“I see…” she said and she held her hand up.

The blood in the room gathered in her palm and disappeared into thin air, but the dried dead bodies of eight men in black remained.

She then put her hand on top of where the heart normally is, and slowly sank her fingers into her own skin. She grabbed something and threw it at me.

I quickly caught it and looked at what it was.

It was a normal pendant.

The pendant looked like a normal pendant one could get anywhere, but when I looked carefully, it made me feel a hint of nostalgic.

I quickly opened a pendant and saw a strand of long black hair.

When I saw the hair, my body froze. I felt sadness. Intense sadness. I couldn’t stand the feeling anymore and I quickly closed it.

When I looked up, the other me was slowly turning into grey dust.

She sat there with a calm face, but she was spewing killing intent like crazy. She did not direct the killing intent anymore, but it was just spewing out of her.

“That is “her” treasure, “her” life, “her” motivation, “her” everything… go have a taste of a normal life, go to a school and savour the experience, that is one of “her” wishes, afterwards, do whatever you want, the knowledge, memories and everything will slowly come back by itself. When it’s all back, both of us will die and “she” will walk once again.”

“Me and “her”, we’ll be watching.”

After she spoke the last word, her whole body, the scythe and her dress all turned to greyish red dust.

It gathered around me and slowly entered my body.

As it entered, I felt stronger, heavier, but at the same time, I felt bitter.

To know the truth, I would have to die, to know the truth, I would have to kill my other self along with me, but I do not regret it.

I want to know.

No, I need to know.

What caused all this, what is “her” purpose, and why am I alive.

As I stood there, staring at the pendant, soldiers came storming into the room.

“We felt a strong killing intent, what is going on here?”

They announced as they looked at the eight dead bodies cut into pieces and sucked dry of blood and at me who was standing in the middle of it all holding a normal pendant wearing a pink transparent nightgown.

How in the world am I going to explain this!?