Supernatural

CHAPTER 8 | MEMORIES

- Emalynne's POV - 

- APARTMENT, Tuesday, 9:00 PM -

Another day at school is finished.

I have another business with Kurano, since he's alone.

I brought with me my sketch pad, the one where Brittney ruined it.

I slowly make my towards the garden, being quiet enough not to be heard.

- THE SACRED GARDEN, 9:10 PM - 

I arrived at the garden again.

The feeling comes back to me.

The flowers begin to glow, the breeze blows hard.

Light comes before me.

The dust forms a human, turning into Kurano.

"W-whoa..." I mutter in amazement, widening my eyes.

He smiles and sits beside me.

"What's that?" He points to the book I gripped on my hands.

I bring out the sketch book towards him.

"This is my sketch book." I start, smiling patiently towards him.

"This is where I imagine supernatural creatures and draw them here." I continue, flipping through the pages.

When I looked at the torn pages, I shed a tear.

He had a concerned expression on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He worries, staring into my glassy eyes.

I couldn't answer.

I was speechless.

Why is my past in my mind?

Why is this in my mind right now?

My body is trembling.

My mind is messed up.

"K-Kurano..." I murmur, shivering from the awful memory.

"I-I've been made fun of for that f-fantasy." I sob, recalling the past behind me.

He looks at me with concern.

"Emalynne, close you eyes." He says, staring at my eyes.

I closed my eyes gently.

Suddenly, Kurano enters my mind.

I felt confused.

I see him in my memories.

What is he trying to do?

- Kurano's POV - 

- THE SACRED GARDEN, 9:20 PM - 

When I hear her words, that made me feel disheartened for her.

She was made fun of for that.

Plenty of people don't believe in beings like me.

But it doesn't mean they would do such a thing for her interests.

I decided I would see for myself.

"Emalynne, close you eyes." I say, staring into her teary eyes.

Gripping the memory crystal, I enter her mind, seeing her shocked expression.

I got into a memory.

She looks pretty young back then.

I realize I can't interact with people in memories.

She looks pretty as a child.

Her small figure, hazelnut brown hair, and her shining eyes.

I approach her, curious of what she was doing back then.

All I can hear from here is her quiet sobbing.

What's going on?

I see a group of people approaching her.

"Do you seriously think that creatures like that will exist?"

"How stupid!"

"Look, she just wants to marry a ghost!" 

Those taunting words are all I can hear.

Her sobbing gets louder and louder, running away in my direction of her experience.

I exit the memory and enter another one.

This is another memory from her at the same age as the last one.

She was sitting at a table, drawing some things on another sketch book.

It could possibly be an older book.

Another group of students approach her and slammed her sketch book on the floor.

I feel my blood boiling, just from seeing her past memories.

They laugh at her as they see her sobbing, because of her destroyed book.

How horrible is her past?

I enter another memory, feeling worried for her.

This one is recent.

It's now her age, the same as now.

She was walking with a girl.

She opens her locker, and gets her things.

But she felt a slam against her face.

It was caused by a blond girl, fighting a brunette-haired one.

"Stop it, Brittney! She's just a new student!" The brunette yelled, defending Emalynne.

"What are you going to do about it? She's in my way." The girl, apparently named Brittney, pushes her aside, slamming Ema again.

"Hey, don't do that to her!" Emalynne cries out, catching her attention.

Brittney grabs her by the collar.

She gave her an intense glare.

"Listen here you brat, you're not going to say that to me because I'm better than you, got it?" She spat, harshly pushing her to the side.

She picks up Ema's sketch book and looks at it.

When she took a glimpse, she starts laughing.

"Look how stupid you are! Thinking some stupid creature will exist." She roars, slamming the book down in front of her.

She starts to tear the pages apart, destroying it.

"I told you for the last time, Brittney. Stop it!" The brunette yells out again, pushing her away from me and the sketch book.

From there, she felt pain like this for years.

Maybe she wanted to see me after all.

To prove them wrong.

But I can't be revealed, or the rest of the beings will die by touch.

I couldn't feel anything else but pity.

I feel a pound on my chest.

What is this?

I slowly fade out of her mind and got back into the world.

I see her, fluttering her eyes open.

"I'm sorry about what happened, Ema." I mutter, giving her a sorrowful expression.