The world turned white. Pure white.
My eyes are wide open as I take in the scene in front of my eyes.
I am confused. Drunk. And many more things I don't have the patience to mention.
It's magical. The scene in front of my eyes. It looks just like a dream, the most beautiful scene I have ever seen. While the scene just next to me is the total opposite. It's a nightmare. Worse than a nightmare.
It's making me feel guilty, making me feel how foolish I was by thinking her life was probably not worse than mine. In fact, we're not even in comparison, she's unfortunate, unlucky and much more.
I, at least, had the primary needs for surviving. To be frank, I had everything I needed; it was just my father keeping an eye on everything I do but, it wasn't something big, was it?
It wasn't.
It was not anything in comparison to her life. My family members don't die randomly.
What in the world even occur here? Why are eight dead bodies lying here? And out of everything, why kill her mother?
Now, I can imagine why she was so serious for someone her age, she's just a child, who was forced to become mature.
Even though I am not mature.
I am an adult, but for sure I am a kid in my heart.
She's lying here on the ground. Unconscious.
And that's when the realization hits me.
She's a noble.
Either she's a noble or a demon. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter when you're treated so cruelly by fate. It doesn't matter when you're the purest by heart. It doesn't matter when you can love someone so deeply as to pass out when they die, all while being a demon. A devil.
If she's a devil then high society is already in hell.
She doesn't deserve any of this.
It doesn't look like she's a devil-
But looks can be deceiving.
Therefore, now I am carrying a rather suspenseful feeling of her being a demon. Her blue eyes are as deep as the oceans; her dark black hair reminds me of space-beautiful and dangerous. The spark in her eyes tells how there can be hope even in the middle of death. All her features are magical, unhuman-even when they're totally normal; there's something in them that makes them outshine others, and that's what scares the shit out of me-that's what makes me feel like she's a demon.
But in the end, it doesn't matter-she doesn't deserve any of this.
No one does.
I cannot help but think about how her life is going to continue now. Think how she'll live in this hell, think how she'll become after this.
I cannot leave her like this.
Arnold doesn't seem to be able to take in the matter too, even when he's wearing a blank face, a crack is clearly visible; it must've been a shock for him too. He was also crying terribly when he saw the sight.
He must be worried about Elicia fainting too, seeing how he loves her. Even though he hides it-it's clearly visible.
Arnold crouches as he checks Aunt Ama's breath.
His eyes fly wide open at the realization that their so-called Aunt Ama is dead-at least, it confirms me that she's actually dead.
He shakes terribly as he comes in a standing position slowly. He puts a hand on his face as he takes a deep breath-that breath sure seems really pressured.
Too weak to take out all of the sadness.
They both are young. Very young. Well, I too but not as much as them-maybe by my mind, but not by age.
Their world is really dark; it's almost like they have become way too familiar with all this sadness-undeserved sadness.
I don't know what in the world happened here, but I cannot let both of them waste their futures.
I don't know why there are men sent by someone to get her mother killed but it's clear that even if her mother did something terrible, Elicia didn't deserve to experience this.
Cause, it's understandable that her mother did something terrible so they killed her, though I still don't know if her mother did some crime or not, but putting it aside, they should've at least made sure to give her children an atmosphere to grow in.
But they didn't. So, I should.
If they ruthlessly killed their family, I will become their family.
Somehow. But I will. Surely.
I have to. How can someone leave these kids alone?
And her mother talked about taking her little sister, didn't she?
How ruthless.
I will find her too. I want to see if she is as cute as Elicia told her to be.
The two of them have either the brightest future or the darkest future to ever exist in front of them.
And of course, I am no one to decide which one it is. I will provide them the opportunity to write their futures, and the rest of it lies in their hands.
Arnold shifts to face me. His face pale, eyes full of sorrow but still stopped from bursting out in tears. He shakes as he opens his mouth to speak-
Arnold falls on his knees, his eyes darting straight into mine. There is something in them. The same thing that I saw in Elicia's eyes before talking to her. Something that scares me and excites me at the same time. But it's still unknown to me.
But what in the world is he doing?!
My hands come in front of me, my voice stutters as I tell him to stand up, "Arnold, please-"
He struck his head on the ground. Hard.
My head aches just by seeing.
"Please! Please help us find Elicia's little sister and…please help Elicia and her sister to have a good future. Please. Please. Please" He continues to beg.
Oh goodness, this boy is something else.
Just in what circumstances in the world are these two raised?
He is begging for her future, while his is vague itself.
Something, I don't know whether it's anger, sympathy or something much more than it, but something rushes through my veins at these thoughts.
I clutch my fist as I speak, "You don't have to ask for it. I would have done it even if you hadn't asked me to do it."
He pauses. He slowly lifts his head to face me-
And then I see it. His eyes. They are full of emotions. It almost makes me wonder how so many emotions can be represented in human eyes at the same time.
"Are you sure you mean it?"
"Of course," The answer is short but it carries so much weight as to decide someone's future. Not someone's but Elicia's, her sister's and his, even when he didn't ask me to help him.
I continue, "I am not sure how but I will. And as to finding her sister, we will start the searching today. Not tomorrow but today. We don't have much time so let's start it shortly."
His eyes flew wide open. He strokes his head on the surface. This time, it was harder.
"Thank you! I-I will always remember this. I will someday return this favour to you, I swear!" His voice stutters as he speaks.
"I don't think it's a thing to tell, you should return people's favour, no matter what. So now, please stand up." I speak, even though it's clear that the fact that he returns his favour or don't doesn't bother me but I doubt he would have simply accepted if I had said that there is no need to return the favour.
He nods. He slowly stands to his feet. "Well, I have no place to ask you but how do you plan to help Elicia in the future?"
This question makes me drown deep into thoughts. I didn't think about how I would help her. I just thought that I would help her, but I didn't think how. I think and think and that's when the idea hitted me-what if I make father adopt her as my sister?
I don't have any issues with it though. And mother always wanted a little daughter.
Father would probably see her as a political weapon but it will be as fine as she's okay with it.
And besides that, I always wanted a little sibling.
"Ah…how if I make my father adopt her as my little sister?"