28 Mirror (2/2)

Slowly and calmly, with a delicate yet pure smile, I started approaching the little girl. I then took hold of her gently, holding her in my arms like she was my own.

”Wh-who are you? A- are you, friends, with the monster?”, the little girl asked in fear, doubting if I was a stranger with evil intents.

Monster? Oh, she might have had seen that ugly-looking giant gargoyle.

”No. That monster is a bad guy. I dislike bad guys.” I said while kightly patting her on the head to somehow calm her down.

”That monster killed my family mister.”

”Yeah. I know.” I replied while the little girl seemed to start calming down feeling a bit reassured of my presence.

”Why do you know? Your mama and papa, killed by the monster too?”

”My mama and papa huh. True. They were killed too in front of me. Although it's a different type of monster, Something scarier. ” Having said that, a picture of my brother suddenly instilled within my mind. Pictures of him being a big brother and memories of him being a mad animal.

”There are lots of monster mister?”

”Yes. Lots of them...”

”I'm scared”

”Oh. No need for that now. Oni-chan is here”

”Oni-chan? ”

”Yes. Are you hungry? Let's eat outside.”

”Wait. Oni-chan, mama, and papa they-” The girl once again looked at her parents.

Yeah. This is the part where she wishes that I am there to help, assuming that I'm a fairy or something from her bed-time stories... but that's not the case, and I can't keep giving her that false hope...

”Oh. There's no need to worry about them. They are now safe.” I replied as though with the most cliche response there is. I can't' help it. I can't think of anything else to comfort her grief. I would humbly apologize to this girl's parents in the next life.

”Uh. I understand oni-chan!” the little girl replied with a sad, yet brave demeanor. Something that a child should not be able to make.

”Such a brave girl. Good. Good. What do you want to eat? I have lots of money you know?” I said, which is, fortunately, a lie.

”Fried chicken and french fries!”

”Ok, let's go...”

Having said that, I carried the girl outside the house without looking back. It was as if, all the black she had in her heart was wiped away by an unknown force. I don't want this girl to be the same as me. I can't have the memory be injected in her mind forever. It must be erased at all costs. She deserves to be happy. She deserves to live a life of colors. Not like mine, colorless as the moon from that night, emotionless, and a life diagnosed to have ”Dementia” by de facto doctors.

I continued to walk trending my feet, upon these wide roads, towards a near food chain, while carrying her on my back as she is still frail from all of that crying. The girl as though comforted fell to a deep slumber while being held into my arms, but still with sobbing. Come to think of it. I forgot to ask her her name. Well, maybe later. For now, I should get what I promised to her. Fried chicken and french fries. Such a minimalist. Let's add something to that, shall we?