I toss and turn on my fluffy bed, it doesn't feel right somehow. I sigh. Something bothering me, as earlier tonight I received a weird information coming from a 6 year old.
I wonder why the little girl still had her head crushed even in her ghost form. But if I remember correctly, Mr. Butler told me he was stabbed with a dagger. There's no sign of injury, blood or dagger sticking out of his chest.
I try to search every parts of my body, maybe I had a scar or bruise anywhere. None, its clean. Not even my head stitches mark, when I get my first head surgery.
I'm confuse....
My eyes involuntarily became heavy and I fall into a deep slumber.
"Sir, please wakeup" a voice coming outside of my bedroom
Please no, I need to sleep. I take an unvacant pillow beside me and cover my whole face including my ears with it.
"Sir, I'm coming in" The voice still sounds blunt but I heard every single words utter
Let me sleep just for a few minutes more. I curl myself into a ball shape and squirming around for the right comfy spot
"You're not a cat sir. Now if you please wakeup or just be a cat for the rest... of...your... ghost life..." the voice sounds sharp and cold
Play it cool. Delibrately, I open my eyes and shoot him a cute smile of mine. I stretch both my arms up and kicking away the blanket.
"I'm up Mr. Butler" I grin, actually his voice just now make my heart beating irregularly and my stomach churning. It was really scary. I cringe out of fear.
"Coffee or tea for breakfast?" The butler back to his usual monotone voice
"Tea please" I eagerly answer
He nods and turn his back on me.
"Mr. Butler...." I call out. "Can I ask you something?"
He stop midway, turn his body to face me, "Please do sir"
"Why don't you bleed like naila do?" I tilted my head, to get a better view of his chest area.
"Because its not my painful memory sir. What my lord did was my fault, he did what was best for me" he leave the room as soon as he said his last word.
*****
Naila spins around in her new purple dress. I guess the butler plays dress-up with her earlier today. Nevertheless, she seems to like it, alot. I'm glad she isn't crying or hard to manage like any other kid her age.
We're standing on a paveway, outside a tall grey apartment. The apartment is located near the hospital, which usually vacant by the hospital staff or doctors.
"So your papa work in the hospital?" I ask naila
She shake her head, "Mama"
"Which one is your house?"
She giggle and fly into the air. She swoosh around, playing with herself. I reluctantly follow her. A few moment after her enjoyable time, we stop outside a window. If I count it right, we are 11 storey above the ground.
"Naila jump here" she murmur
"Should we go in?" I hold her hand, bringing her forward and pass through the wall.
We are inside of naila room. The room was painted in white with grey carpet. I don't see any cheerful colors brightening the room nor a single piece of toys. It was boring and plain, not much of a child room.
"You stupid as*h**e! Why you're here?" a woman sounds distress outside of the room.
"I spent the whole night in the police station, just because you accuse me of murder! I have to attend our daughter funeral you selfish bi*ch!" Now a man voice yells back
"What? You were drunk!!! How do you know you're not throwing our daughter out of the window?!"
"So smart ass, prove it?"
The argument continues on. I feel sorry for naila, she deserve a better parents. I sigh. I was occupied with the yelling for a while, naila is already holding a piece of drawing firmly.
"Mama will understand if she sees this"
It was a drawing of 3 human stick figure in different sizes. The smallest one, I assume should be naila. Both of her parents were placed on the ground holding hands. She was a little different, she drew herself in the air with a small butterfly wings. If I look closely, she drew one of her hand waving goodbye.
I'm speechless, afterall, she left a suicide note or more correctly a suicide drawing. I take a deep breath and look her straight in the eyes.
"I know what we should do next" I smile and slowly open her bedroom door revealing her parents in the living room.
The door creaks open, bringing silence upon the house. Naila mother looks like she hasn't slept the whole night crying. Her father is more or less in the same condition, he look much more worse with his messy hairs and bloody clothes.
Her mother stop talking, abruptly walking into naila room. I blow the drawing away, landed directly on her feets. She pick it up and bursts into tears.
"Its time to leave naila" I gesture my hand for her to follow me
She nods.
We fly back down the apartment, before long, a bright light shines above the sky.
Rafael appears.
"Lets go naila" he stretch his hand forward
"What about me?" I panic and end-up shouting. He casually ignoring me.
"I gave you a clue" rafael pause for a dramatic effect and smile
"Your painful memory"
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