I heard a whistling sound. It was close by, and I heard it every time I heaved my chest. So I knew that it was not the wind, but a sound coming from me.
On the little path to Ellen’s house.
The black cat had told me things I never wanted to hear.
After his words made me lose consciousness at the end of the conversation, I woke up on a cold floor.
It was pitch black before me. I could see nothing.
I could only hear my labored breathing.
I had no feeling beneath my thighs, and I remembered that it was because there were no legs there.
In the depths of my ears, I heard the voice of the black cat I’d just heard, and “my” laughter.
“Mine”?
Yes.
I heard my laughter. As my body laughed, I heard it leave the room and run down the hallway.
I was Viola. A thirteen-year-old girl.
I lived in a rural village with my father, a hunter.
But now, my body was Ellen.
A sick witch who had lived longer than she should have.
…And here I was after switching bodies with her.
Ellen’s memories, all the things she’d seen, were in her body.
On a whim, she had her magic compose it in her diary.
Her life in the slums. Her bedridden days. Her parents who didn’t love her. The back alley she ran into after killing them both. Her meeting with a demon, and the house she was taken to. The days she spent after becoming a witch.
All the way up to receiving a spell to cure her sickness, finding me, and switching bodies with me.
At that time…
I visited with a basket of flowers, and saw Ellen breathing laboriously.
Bandages were wrapped around both eyes.
I let go of the basket and ran over.
I gripped her hand, and listened carefully to each faint syllable out of her little lips.
Thinking on it now, I can’t exactly remember what we said to each other. I’m unable to.
After a word or two…
She said she could use magic.
And she said that she wanted to borrow my body, just for a day.
I felt so sorry for her, I lent her my body.
…And yet.
Ellen ran, leaving me behind.
She had me drink a medicine that burned my throat, and said she’d borrow my body forever.
Her betrayal echoed in my ears.
Her words pierced my chest and gouged the meat out of my heart.
My body was hot like a fire had been lit. I sobbed in terrible sorrow.
I thought of you as my friend.
Why?
…Why, you ask?
I heard the voice of the black cat.
Are you still saying that?
Surely you know.
Was it the black cat?
No.
The moment I realized that voice wasn’t his, suddenly a cutting pain ran through my throat, making me cough.
It was like something sharp had been stabbed in there and was twisting around.
…Tell the truth, or it’ll keep going, I felt I heard a voice say.
It was just like torture.
I clutched my throat with all my strength, desperately enduring as I rubbed my head on the floor.
As I was drenched in sweat, a part of my mind was clear. Dimly in my consciousness, I realized, and wrung out a yelp.
I knew.
I knew it would be painful in her body.
But if a girl younger than me could endure it, it couldn’t be that bad, I thought. I thought I could endure, too.
What if my body was stolen?
What if she didn’t give it back after I let her borrow it?
I didn’t even entertain those thoughts.
But thinking such terrifying thoughts at all made me embarrassed.
Yet, embarrassment over what?
Over Ellen, who I readily believed?
Over the voice of society, who said there must be good?
How did I really feel?
Didn’t I hate it?
…Being put into a body on the verge of dying?
Ah.
That’s it.
I had switched bodies with her.
But it wasn’t because I felt sorry for her.
It was because I wanted to be a kind-hearted person.
It was because I didn’t want to doubt her.
It was because I didn’t want “If only I could take your place” to have been a lie.
I was afraid.
Afraid of her. Then, in that room, as she smelled of death.
My legs trembled, wanting to flee.
My hands wanted to push her away.
But I was more afraid of something else.
Of the look of despair she’d give me if I said no.
That would have undeniably cut my heart into pieces like a cold blade of ice.
I complied with her wish.
Because I wanted to let her taste freedom, even if only for a day. And it seemed natural that I should bear her pain in the meantime.
Because I loved her. Because I felt sorry for her.
Because I smiled in such a way that showed I would never doubt her.
Those were the earnest feelings I had for her, so I decided to lend her my body.
But no, that was all nonsense.
I pretended to believe in my sweet friend and lied to myself.
…If it was that important to you, you shouldn’t have given it up so easily.
Her words came back to me.
She wanted to be loved.
Wasn’t I the same?
I wanted to be loved.
I wanted to be her kind-hearted friend to the end. The sole friend whom she could put her trust in. I wanted to love her, who’d said she loved me. I didn’t want to betray her who believed in me. Even if it came to giving up my body.
I shouldn’t have lied.
I should have believed the voice deep down yelling at me to say no.
Believed in father, who said he didn’t know such a girl.
…You can’t go back now.
The black cat’s words returned to me.
In my memory, his image was erased and replaced with myself.
The words I thought were the black cat’s, which I didn’t want to hear, were all my own.
…“For just one day… I want to borrow your body.”
She appealed on the verge of tears.
I held her faintly trembling hand.
My soul was tested.
And I lost.
Eventually, the pain in my throat seemed to withdraw.
In its place came something warm from the backs of my eyes. Even though I couldn’t see, I felt it was red.
As if it were tears, I found it mysteriously comforting.
Ellen knew I would do this.
From the moment she found me in the forest, before we even met.
Knew I was kind, and wouldn’t betray her.
Knew I was foolish, and couldn’t refuse her.
Of course I would find myself comfortable around her. Because she knew more about me than I did.
When she looked into my eyes, she wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking at my body, and my expression that told of its life, its sights, and all the future ahead of it.
On the floor covered in bodily fluids, I heard a ringing in my ears.
Crawling along the cold floor like this, I felt like I’d always been here, since long ago.
Though it couldn’t be so. I was Viola.
But now I was Ellen. The witch who had lived in this house for centuries.
This body remembered her, and teasing me, it showed me her memories.
She had innumerable amounts of ill will.
It made me nauseous trying to explain it.
Though she knew me so well, I didn’t know her at all. The only thing I understood was that she desperately wanted to be loved. That was it.
She had sacrificed so many people for her desire.
She crushed human skulls like a child stepping on ants. But I also knew how it brought her agony.
All the people who died for her were her friends.
And I was one of them.
To her, “friend” was little more than a word to classify people.
…Just, why?
With my meager imagination, I tried to find the reason why Ellen had been driven so mad.
Her life in poverty? Her misfortune of being born sick? Her parents who didn’t love her? The demon’s whisper?
She must have gone wrong somewhere.
And how could her heart have been brought back onto the right path?
I saw a shadow looking down on me as I thought.
It was Ellen.
Surely an illusion created by my memory. She looked down on me with a healthy body and a pitying expression.
Ellen squatted next to me and told me without emotion.
…I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not wrong. I’ve always lived the right way, haven’t I?
Something coughed out from the back of my throat. I didn’t know if it was peeling skin from my throat or something from my stomach. The sharp pain erased the phantom Ellen.
I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy.
My vision was the same blackness, but I felt somehow relieved to not have the air coming into my eyesockets.
I would die, in this room.
The owner’s soul released, this body delighted. The duty of its cells complete, they waited for death along with my soul.
…For a witch to die, must she despair?
If that were true, I would have died long ago.
Back when she betrayed me.
Back when I realized I’d been betrayed.
She was a witch, to the end.
She’d toyed with me, to the end.
She delighted in making me despair before my death, in ways that would please the demon.
All the days we’d spent together were nothing more but strategic preparation for today. Even her friendliness was just a game.
I felt my life like a candle about to go out.
…I’ll soon vanish no matter what I do.
Gradually, my breath and the ringing in my ears grew distant,
and finally, I heard nothing.
Darkness covered me like a black cloth.
Yet still, my senses did not fully leave me.
Perhaps it was a kind of hallucination.
Or maybe something else.
In a world of black, I saw a white mountain rise up.
It was made of human bones, which looked like rubble.
Bones large and small made up the massive pile.
I saw a girl sit at the peak of that mountain.
It was Ellen.
Ellen closed her eyes, holding light in her chest.
She looked peaceful, like a mother carrying her baby.
That was her one wish.
…To be loved.
She focused solely on being loved.
And she was convinced that in order to be loved, she needed to be healthy.
The white mountain below her was no doubt the remains of the people she’d sacrificed, which the demon had eaten.
Yet I didn’t find it repulsive, perhaps because Ellen’s memories invaded my consciousness.
I just quietly looked on at the spectacle.
She’d lived for centuries as a witch.
After waiting such a long time, she received a spell to cure her sickness from the demon.
It was a spell to switch bodies with someone else.
She wanted my - Viola’s body.
Her desire for it was so great that even in this body which had only dregs of her memory left, it radiated a powerful, all-swallowing light.
Her feelings resounded with me painfully, and my heart hurt.
Because I’d never been so desired in thirteen years of life.
I began to think that this might just be fine.
I could go on and die in her place.
By my sacrifice, I’d finally fulfilled her desire.
She could go on and live in my place.
I felt, then, that I could peacefully embrace death.
In that moment, I felt I could now truly empathize with her.
And then.
She who sat atop the mountain of bones slowly opened her eyes.
A chill ran down my spine.
Her eyes gave such a seductive light, I couldn’t think of her as a seven-year-old.
She slowly moved her eyes.
She looked toward a radiant light, like the entrance of a cave. And with his back to that light stood my father.
I was uneasy.
With the backlight, I couldn’t see his face. Stepping up the pile of bones, father approached Ellen. He stopped beside her and stuck his thick arm out to her.
Father’s hand, which I’d known for so long. The hand that scolded me. The hand that praised me. The hand that raised me on its own.
Now, it reached for her.
I had a bad feeling, and wanted to slap the hand away. But it seemed I was only seeing a vision, not sensing the presence of my body; I could do nothing.
She took father’s hand as if accepting an invitation to dance.
It was no longer the hand of a seven-year-old girl.
…It was me.
There I was, with a golden braid swaying along my shoulders, sitting and holding my skirt.
Ellen in my body looked at father with those green eyes and smiled.
…When I saw that smile,
I realized everything.
She wanted to be loved.
But that desire had been etched into her heart in a twisted form.
Disgust and unpleasantness came up my spine, putting a bitter taste in my mouth.
I screamed, though I couldn’t voice it.
…No. This is awful. What are you doing, Ellen? What are you going to do to father?
I shook my head. I kept on shaking it. As if to drive away Ellen’s feelings remembered in this body, thinking I might be mistaken about them.
But I was not. Ellen’s cells smiled. In fact, they seemed to delight at my understanding.
…No. This is wrong. That’s not love.
I shook from my core.
I feebly balled my fists to stop myself from rampaging.
The feeling that I could die as things were left me at once.
Yes, I could go away. But if father were hurt, that was a different story.
How much would Ellen’s love hurt father?
How much would it hurt me?
Sweat poured out of every pore. My body filling with energy, blood spewed out in places.
It hurt. It hurt. I couldn’t see, but I desperately opened my eyes to see.
…No, no. This can’t be.
I regretted with everything I had.
…It’s all my fault. Because I ignored what father said and went deep into the forest. Because I met her. Because I believed her.
I couldn’t just die.
I couldn’t just go away.
I was lying to think that it would be fine to keep it this way.
Even now, did I want to be a kind person?
I laughed with misery. But it could only come out as crying.
My heart was hot, about to burst.
I panted, my heart nearly crushed.
I writhed like a caterpillar.
In the darkness, the two went on with their play.
Ellen, smiling with my face, took father’s hand and left the skeleton mountain for where the light was.
…Stop. Don’t go.
I screamed desperately.
…Don’t smile with my face. Don’t touch father with my hands. Stop, stop, stop, stop -
What I was seeing was a vision. My voice could not reach them. Yet Ellen turned around as if noticing me.
Though there was no backlight, Ellen’s face was pitch black, only her red lips standing out.
Those lips. She raised her red, red lips -
“————————————————————”
I screamed.
It had nothing to do with how my throat was ruined.
The scream that sounded like a broken whistle echoed across the room.
Between things vomiting out my mouth and blood, I kept screaming.
My head
filled
with hate for Ellen
and regret for myself,
my body began to crumble.
Ahh…
I’m dying.
So I thought.
…But I was wrong.
The pieces of my body which I thought were falling off became countless petals, floating as if blown up by a strong wind.
They flew around the house, creating the walls and floors anew.
A storm in which I was at the center.
I couldn’t see, but the scene clearly came into my mind.
I was shaken.
What felt like my body vanishing was the sensation of emitting magic power.
I was unconsciously using magic with the few fragments of power that remained in this body.
My life, which I thought as a fading candle, became a roaring fire.
My heart beat ever faster.
I couldn’t stop my feelings. I couldn’t stop the outpouring of magic. Like the pleasant feeling that comes when one cries aloud, I could not stop.
…Suddenly, visions came to my head.
An unfamiliar man was pierced by spikes and died. With that vision, a room with a floor of spikes was created.
An child had his spine crushed by a snake and died. With that vision, a room with a snake living in it was created.
A history of atrocious deaths. They were the memories of Ellen killing people with this house.
With the remaining magic of this body, based on her memories, I was creating the house’s traps.
I found myself choking.
I experienced what felt like my body being torn apart.
I didn’t want to see this. I covered my hollow eyes. But the visions continued without mercy; the reconstruction of the house would not stop.
My eyes were hot. So hot. Like lava was pouring out through them. I stuck my fingers in them. Still hot. It changed nothing. I screamed.
I knew this house.
The red carpets, the demon’s tongue. The descending blades, his carnivorous fangs.
All the traps of this house were implements designed to make people taste despair.
This house was the house made for the demon to eat humans.
The house she had lived in for centuries.
The house that encouraged her desire.
This was her -
…the witch’s, house.
My magic laid the wood floors, piled the stone walls, creating the house in the blink of an eye. Work that would require years was over in mere seconds.
Once the house was complete, the magic continued beyond it.
The waves of magic spread as if tearing through the forest air. It made birds scatter in surprise. Rose vines weaved through trees like ferocious beasts.
Before long, the roses reached a girl loitering in the flower garden.
In that moment…
A red shock ran around my body, and I scratched at my eyesockets.
…Was I trying to kill Ellen? Did I want to? I didn’t know. No. I couldn’t stop it. I want my body back. Ahaha. I lied. Did you think I’d give it back? No. I…
The blonde-haired girl turned to face me.
With a sound like the air being split -
the forest was sealed.
Begin
I heard the wind.
The leaves rustling against each other.
I slowly opened my eyes, and saw cute bell-shaped flowers looking down on me.
I was sleeping in the middle of a familiar garden.
I held my slightly-aching forehead.
That’s right. I’d lost consciousness.
I was hit by the wave of magic.
Magic? Whose?
…“Mine,” of course.
“You’re up and at ‘em, eh?”
I turned to the familiar voice and saw the black cat looking at me.
How long had it been since I’d seen the black cat in bright light?
Still lying on the ground, I turned my head to look around.
The smell of flowers was strong enough to make me choke. Red and blue flowers swayed above my head.
I could see the pale blue sky, but surrounded by deep green trees, I knew I was in the forest.
Unmistakably, it was my garden.
But something was odd.
I felt like I was in a house much like my own, only it was someone else’s.
Just what was going on?
I could more or less guess.
“…Did Viola do this?”
“Seems so,” the black cat replied.
I dimly recalled.
The witch’s magic resides in her body.
Even that ragged body had magic left in it. Viola had used that little scrap of magic to trap me in the forest.
Suddenly, a cute butterfly flew above my head. My eyes followed it casually.
I almost yawned in the carefree afternoon air.
Soon, the butterfly flew out of sight, so I looked back to the black cat and asked.
“…Did you know this would happen?”
“Eh. There was the possibility.”
“But you didn’t mention it.”
“You didn’t ask.”
The cat replied coolly, with no sign of anger.
I sighed and sat up.
I brushed away some leaves and petals in my hair.
“What’ll you do? Humans shouldn’t be out here. Too dangerous.”
My eyes widened at his phrasing.
…Dangerous, for humans?
I knew what he was trying to get at.
The irony in the fact that in exchange for obtaining a healthy body, I now had a powerless body.
I looked at my fingers, covered in leaf residue.
I gazed at my neatly-cut nails.
I wasn’t a witch anymore.
I could still talk to the black cat, but there was no longer any link between us. This demon was just talking to me, a human, on a whim.
Yes, much like the first time he spoke to me in that back alley.
Unlike then, however, I knew him, and knew he was a demon. And I knew I wouldn’t ask for a demon’s help ever again.
“Hmm. I wonder what I’ll do…”
I said not too seriously, and stood up.
I adjusted my skirt.
Taking in the sensation of my feet on the ground, I went step by step.
I headed for the exit of the forest.
Between the trees around the path had been made a red wall which roses coiled around.
I brought my nose to the roses.
They didn’t smell of anything.
The petals shone cold like razor blades. They could have easily sliced into my neck, but showed no sign of it.
I wondered why. Did the master of these roses not have any power left? Or was she not determined enough?
I quietly smiled and began to walk again. I went up the path to the point where I could go no further.
The exit to the forest was blocked by a startlingly huge patch of roses.
Nearly twice my size.
Roses that had before been my limbs. Now, they had a different intention, and blocked my path.
I ran my finger along the stems. They were cold and hard like metal.
Unmistakably, they had been a part of my body. And now they were her own flesh and blood.
I knew how to make these roses wilt. I knew how to take her body away.
A little bottle came to my mind like a ray of light.
That cute little bottle I had put away in a shelf one day. The key to destroying the body of Ellen, the witch.
Even if she had changed the house’s form, it slept there somewhere still. It would just be a matter of going to get it.
…But.
I shot a pitiful gaze up at the roses.
Even if I just left things as is, surely she would die.
A normal human, especially one only thirteen years old, wouldn’t be able to bear it in my body.
I had lived.
For decades, for centuries. My heart being eaten away at by sickness.
But I was able to live through it all, never despairing, because I had dreamed of this day. When I would obtain a body that would be loved.
But do you have what I do, Viola?
A reason not to despair in that body.
I can’t think of one. You have no legs to stand on the earth, not even a voice to call for help.
Betrayed by me, who you thought your friend, you can only writhe in agony in that room.
Is there a reason for you not to despair in that situation?
What could make the light of hope shine on you?
What could your broken eyes see?
Perhaps you still want to believe me, Viola. You stopped me thinking I might give your body back.
…If I’m right, how foolish you are.
I covered my face with my hands, pretending to sob.
But I quickly stopped, finding it boring.
“What’ll you do?”
I turned to the black cat’s apathetic voice.
He sat upon a stump.
I ignored him, looking toward the house.
I could just barely see the red-roofed house from here through the green branches.
I narrowed my eyes and thought.
She must be waiting for me in there.
In the house filled with my friends.
My mouth loosened into a smile. I stood on the balls of my feet.
I want to go play. Yes, I’ll have to go. Because she must be inviting me. She’s waiting for me to come in.
“I’ll go.”
The wind rustled, scattering leaves and petals.
My forelocks were swept up, and I smiled, my back to the roses.
…After all, it’s my house, yes?
It wouldn’t be killing me anytime soon.
I heard a whistling sound. It was close by, and I heard it every time I heaved my chest. So I knew that it was not the wind, but a sound coming from me.
On the little path to Ellen’s house.
The black cat had told me things I never wanted to hear.
After his words made me lose consciousness at the end of the conversation, I woke up on a cold floor.
It was pitch black before me. I could see nothing.
I could only hear my labored breathing.
I had no feeling beneath my thighs, and I remembered that it was because there were no legs there.
In the depths of my ears, I heard the voice of the black cat I’d just heard, and “my” laughter.
“Mine”?
Yes.
I heard my laughter. As my body laughed, I heard it leave the room and run down the hallway.
I was Viola. A thirteen-year-old girl.
I lived in a rural village with my father, a hunter.
But now, my body was Ellen.
A sick witch who had lived longer than she should have.
…And here I was after switching bodies with her.
Ellen’s memories, all the things she’d seen, were in her body.
On a whim, she had her magic compose it in her diary.
Her life in the slums. Her bedridden days. Her parents who didn’t love her. The back alley she ran into after killing them both. Her meeting with a demon, and the house she was taken to. The days she spent after becoming a witch.
All the way up to receiving a spell to cure her sickness, finding me, and switching bodies with me.
At that time…
I visited with a basket of flowers, and saw Ellen breathing laboriously.
Bandages were wrapped around both eyes.
I let go of the basket and ran over.
I gripped her hand, and listened carefully to each faint syllable out of her little lips.
Thinking on it now, I can’t exactly remember what we said to each other. I’m unable to.
After a word or two…
She said she could use magic.
And she said that she wanted to borrow my body, just for a day.
I felt so sorry for her, I lent her my body.
…And yet.
Ellen ran, leaving me behind.
She had me drink a medicine that burned my throat, and said she’d borrow my body forever.
Her betrayal echoed in my ears.
Her words pierced my chest and gouged the meat out of my heart.
My body was hot like a fire had been lit. I sobbed in terrible sorrow.
I thought of you as my friend.
Why?
…Why, you ask?
I heard the voice of the black cat.
Are you still saying that?
Surely you know.
Was it the black cat?
No.
The moment I realized that voice wasn’t his, suddenly a cutting pain ran through my throat, making me cough.
It was like something sharp had been stabbed in there and was twisting around.
…Tell the truth, or it’ll keep going, I felt I heard a voice say.
It was just like torture.
I clutched my throat with all my strength, desperately enduring as I rubbed my head on the floor.
As I was drenched in sweat, a part of my mind was clear. Dimly in my consciousness, I realized, and wrung out a yelp.
I knew.
I knew it would be painful in her body.
But if a girl younger than me could endure it, it couldn’t be that bad, I thought. I thought I could endure, too.
What if my body was stolen?
What if she didn’t give it back after I let her borrow it?
I didn’t even entertain those thoughts.
But thinking such terrifying thoughts at all made me embarrassed.
Yet, embarrassment over what?
Over Ellen, who I readily believed?
Over the voice of society, who said there must be good?
How did I really feel?
Didn’t I hate it?
…Being put into a body on the verge of dying?
Ah.
That’s it.
I had switched bodies with her.
But it wasn’t because I felt sorry for her.
It was because I wanted to be a kind-hearted person.
It was because I didn’t want to doubt her.
It was because I didn’t want “If only I could take your place” to have been a lie.
I was afraid.
Afraid of her. Then, in that room, as she smelled of death.
My legs trembled, wanting to flee.
My hands wanted to push her away.
But I was more afraid of something else.
Of the look of despair she’d give me if I said no.
That would have undeniably cut my heart into pieces like a cold blade of ice.
I complied with her wish.
Because I wanted to let her taste freedom, even if only for a day. And it seemed natural that I should bear her pain in the meantime.
Because I loved her. Because I felt sorry for her.
Because I smiled in such a way that showed I would never doubt her.
Those were the earnest feelings I had for her, so I decided to lend her my body.
But no, that was all nonsense.
I pretended to believe in my sweet friend and lied to myself.
…If it was that important to you, you shouldn’t have given it up so easily.
Her words came back to me.
She wanted to be loved.
Wasn’t I the same?
I wanted to be loved.
I wanted to be her kind-hearted friend to the end. The sole friend whom she could put her trust in. I wanted to love her, who’d said she loved me. I didn’t want to betray her who believed in me. Even if it came to giving up my body.
I shouldn’t have lied.
I should have believed the voice deep down yelling at me to say no.
Believed in father, who said he didn’t know such a girl.
…You can’t go back now.
The black cat’s words returned to me.
In my memory, his image was erased and replaced with myself.
The words I thought were the black cat’s, which I didn’t want to hear, were all my own.
…“For just one day… I want to borrow your body.”
She appealed on the verge of tears.
I held her faintly trembling hand.
My soul was tested.
And I lost.
Eventually, the pain in my throat seemed to withdraw.
In its place came something warm from the backs of my eyes. Even though I couldn’t see, I felt it was red.
As if it were tears, I found it mysteriously comforting.
Ellen knew I would do this.
From the moment she found me in the forest, before we even met.
Knew I was kind, and wouldn’t betray her.
Knew I was foolish, and couldn’t refuse her.
Of course I would find myself comfortable around her. Because she knew more about me than I did.
When she looked into my eyes, she wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking at my body, and my expression that told of its life, its sights, and all the future ahead of it.
On the floor covered in bodily fluids, I heard a ringing in my ears.
Crawling along the cold floor like this, I felt like I’d always been here, since long ago.
Though it couldn’t be so. I was Viola.
But now I was Ellen. The witch who had lived in this house for centuries.
This body remembered her, and teasing me, it showed me her memories.
She had innumerable amounts of ill will.
It made me nauseous trying to explain it.
Though she knew me so well, I didn’t know her at all. The only thing I understood was that she desperately wanted to be loved. That was it.
She had sacrificed so many people for her desire.
She crushed human skulls like a child stepping on ants. But I also knew how it brought her agony.
All the people who died for her were her friends.
And I was one of them.
To her, “friend” was little more than a word to classify people.
…Just, why?
With my meager imagination, I tried to find the reason why Ellen had been driven so mad.
Her life in poverty? Her misfortune of being born sick? Her parents who didn’t love her? The demon’s whisper?
She must have gone wrong somewhere.
And how could her heart have been brought back onto the right path?
I saw a shadow looking down on me as I thought.
It was Ellen.
Surely an illusion created by my memory. She looked down on me with a healthy body and a pitying expression.
Ellen squatted next to me and told me without emotion.
…I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not wrong. I’ve always lived the right way, haven’t I?
Something coughed out from the back of my throat. I didn’t know if it was peeling skin from my throat or something from my stomach. The sharp pain erased the phantom Ellen.
I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy.
My vision was the same blackness, but I felt somehow relieved to not have the air coming into my eyesockets.
I would die, in this room.
The owner’s soul released, this body delighted. The duty of its cells complete, they waited for death along with my soul.
…For a witch to die, must she despair?
If that were true, I would have died long ago.
Back when she betrayed me.
Back when I realized I’d been betrayed.
She was a witch, to the end.
She’d toyed with me, to the end.
She delighted in making me despair before my death, in ways that would please the demon.
All the days we’d spent together were nothing more but strategic preparation for today. Even her friendliness was just a game.
I felt my life like a candle about to go out.
…I’ll soon vanish no matter what I do.
Gradually, my breath and the ringing in my ears grew distant,
and finally, I heard nothing.
Darkness covered me like a black cloth.
Yet still, my senses did not fully leave me.
Perhaps it was a kind of hallucination.
Or maybe something else.
In a world of black, I saw a white mountain rise up.
It was made of human bones, which looked like rubble.
Bones large and small made up the massive pile.
I saw a girl sit at the peak of that mountain.
It was Ellen.
Ellen closed her eyes, holding light in her chest.
She looked peaceful, like a mother carrying her baby.
That was her one wish.
…To be loved.
She focused solely on being loved.
And she was convinced that in order to be loved, she needed to be healthy.
The white mountain below her was no doubt the remains of the people she’d sacrificed, which the demon had eaten.
Yet I didn’t find it repulsive, perhaps because Ellen’s memories invaded my consciousness.
I just quietly looked on at the spectacle.
She’d lived for centuries as a witch.
After waiting such a long time, she received a spell to cure her sickness from the demon.
It was a spell to switch bodies with someone else.
She wanted my - Viola’s body.
Her desire for it was so great that even in this body which had only dregs of her memory left, it radiated a powerful, all-swallowing light.
Her feelings resounded with me painfully, and my heart hurt.
Because I’d never been so desired in thirteen years of life.
I began to think that this might just be fine.
I could go on and die in her place.
By my sacrifice, I’d finally fulfilled her desire.
She could go on and live in my place.
I felt, then, that I could peacefully embrace death.
In that moment, I felt I could now truly empathize with her.
And then.
She who sat atop the mountain of bones slowly opened her eyes.
A chill ran down my spine.
Her eyes gave such a seductive light, I couldn’t think of her as a seven-year-old.
She slowly moved her eyes.
She looked toward a radiant light, like the entrance of a cave. And with his back to that light stood my father.
I was uneasy.
With the backlight, I couldn’t see his face. Stepping up the pile of bones, father approached Ellen. He stopped beside her and stuck his thick arm out to her.
Father’s hand, which I’d known for so long. The hand that scolded me. The hand that praised me. The hand that raised me on its own.
Now, it reached for her.
I had a bad feeling, and wanted to slap the hand away. But it seemed I was only seeing a vision, not sensing the presence of my body; I could do nothing.
She took father’s hand as if accepting an invitation to dance.
It was no longer the hand of a seven-year-old girl.
…It was me.
There I was, with a golden braid swaying along my shoulders, sitting and holding my skirt.
Ellen in my body looked at father with those green eyes and smiled.
…When I saw that smile,
I realized everything.
She wanted to be loved.
But that desire had been etched into her heart in a twisted form.
Disgust and unpleasantness came up my spine, putting a bitter taste in my mouth.
I screamed, though I couldn’t voice it.
…No. This is awful. What are you doing, Ellen? What are you going to do to father?
I shook my head. I kept on shaking it. As if to drive away Ellen’s feelings remembered in this body, thinking I might be mistaken about them.
But I was not. Ellen’s cells smiled. In fact, they seemed to delight at my understanding.
…No. This is wrong. That’s not love.
I shook from my core.
I feebly balled my fists to stop myself from rampaging.
The feeling that I could die as things were left me at once.
Yes, I could go away. But if father were hurt, that was a different story.
How much would Ellen’s love hurt father?
How much would it hurt me?
Sweat poured out of every pore. My body filling with energy, blood spewed out in places.
It hurt. It hurt. I couldn’t see, but I desperately opened my eyes to see.
…No, no. This can’t be.
I regretted with everything I had.
…It’s all my fault. Because I ignored what father said and went deep into the forest. Because I met her. Because I believed her.
I couldn’t just die.
I couldn’t just go away.
I was lying to think that it would be fine to keep it this way.
Even now, did I want to be a kind person?
I laughed with misery. But it could only come out as crying.
My heart was hot, about to burst.
I panted, my heart nearly crushed.
I writhed like a caterpillar.
In the darkness, the two went on with their play.
Ellen, smiling with my face, took father’s hand and left the skeleton mountain for where the light was.
…Stop. Don’t go.
I screamed desperately.
…Don’t smile with my face. Don’t touch father with my hands. Stop, stop, stop, stop -
What I was seeing was a vision. My voice could not reach them. Yet Ellen turned around as if noticing me.
Though there was no backlight, Ellen’s face was pitch black, only her red lips standing out.
Those lips. She raised her red, red lips -
“————————————————————”
I screamed.
It had nothing to do with how my throat was ruined.
The scream that sounded like a broken whistle echoed across the room.
Between things vomiting out my mouth and blood, I kept screaming.
My head
filled
with hate for Ellen
and regret for myself,
my body began to crumble.
Ahh…
I’m dying.
So I thought.
…But I was wrong.
The pieces of my body which I thought were falling off became countless petals, floating as if blown up by a strong wind.
They flew around the house, creating the walls and floors anew.
A storm in which I was at the center.
I couldn’t see, but the scene clearly came into my mind.
I was shaken.
What felt like my body vanishing was the sensation of emitting magic power.
I was unconsciously using magic with the few fragments of power that remained in this body.
My life, which I thought as a fading candle, became a roaring fire.
My heart beat ever faster.
I couldn’t stop my feelings. I couldn’t stop the outpouring of magic. Like the pleasant feeling that comes when one cries aloud, I could not stop.
…Suddenly, visions came to my head.
An unfamiliar man was pierced by spikes and died. With that vision, a room with a floor of spikes was created.
An child had his spine crushed by a snake and died. With that vision, a room with a snake living in it was created.
A history of atrocious deaths. They were the memories of Ellen killing people with this house.
With the remaining magic of this body, based on her memories, I was creating the house’s traps.
I found myself choking.
I experienced what felt like my body being torn apart.
I didn’t want to see this. I covered my hollow eyes. But the visions continued without mercy; the reconstruction of the house would not stop.
My eyes were hot. So hot. Like lava was pouring out through them. I stuck my fingers in them. Still hot. It changed nothing. I screamed.
I knew this house.
The red carpets, the demon’s tongue. The descending blades, his carnivorous fangs.
All the traps of this house were implements designed to make people taste despair.
This house was the house made for the demon to eat humans.
The house she had lived in for centuries.
The house that encouraged her desire.
This was her -
…the witch’s, house.
My magic laid the wood floors, piled the stone walls, creating the house in the blink of an eye. Work that would require years was over in mere seconds.
Once the house was complete, the magic continued beyond it.
The waves of magic spread as if tearing through the forest air. It made birds scatter in surprise. Rose vines weaved through trees like ferocious beasts.
Before long, the roses reached a girl loitering in the flower garden.
In that moment…
A red shock ran around my body, and I scratched at my eyesockets.
…Was I trying to kill Ellen? Did I want to? I didn’t know. No. I couldn’t stop it. I want my body back. Ahaha. I lied. Did you think I’d give it back? No. I…
The blonde-haired girl turned to face me.
With a sound like the air being split -
the forest was sealed.
Begin
I heard the wind.
The leaves rustling against each other.
I slowly opened my eyes, and saw cute bell-shaped flowers looking down on me.
I was sleeping in the middle of a familiar garden.
I held my slightly-aching forehead.
That’s right. I’d lost consciousness.
I was hit by the wave of magic.
Magic? Whose?
…“Mine,” of course.
“You’re up and at ‘em, eh?”
I turned to the familiar voice and saw the black cat looking at me.
How long had it been since I’d seen the black cat in bright light?
Still lying on the ground, I turned my head to look around.
The smell of flowers was strong enough to make me choke. Red and blue flowers swayed above my head.
I could see the pale blue sky, but surrounded by deep green trees, I knew I was in the forest.
Unmistakably, it was my garden.
But something was odd.
I felt like I was in a house much like my own, only it was someone else’s.
Just what was going on?
I could more or less guess.
“…Did Viola do this?”
“Seems so,” the black cat replied.
I dimly recalled.
The witch’s magic resides in her body.
Even that ragged body had magic left in it. Viola had used that little scrap of magic to trap me in the forest.
Suddenly, a cute butterfly flew above my head. My eyes followed it casually.
I almost yawned in the carefree afternoon air.
Soon, the butterfly flew out of sight, so I looked back to the black cat and asked.
“…Did you know this would happen?”
“Eh. There was the possibility.”
“But you didn’t mention it.”
“You didn’t ask.”
The cat replied coolly, with no sign of anger.
I sighed and sat up.
I brushed away some leaves and petals in my hair.
“What’ll you do? Humans shouldn’t be out here. Too dangerous.”
My eyes widened at his phrasing.
…Dangerous, for humans?
I knew what he was trying to get at.
The irony in the fact that in exchange for obtaining a healthy body, I now had a powerless body.
I looked at my fingers, covered in leaf residue.
I gazed at my neatly-cut nails.
I wasn’t a witch anymore.
I could still talk to the black cat, but there was no longer any link between us. This demon was just talking to me, a human, on a whim.
Yes, much like the first time he spoke to me in that back alley.
Unlike then, however, I knew him, and knew he was a demon. And I knew I wouldn’t ask for a demon’s help ever again.
“Hmm. I wonder what I’ll do…”
I said not too seriously, and stood up.
I adjusted my skirt.
Taking in the sensation of my feet on the ground, I went step by step.
I headed for the exit of the forest.
Between the trees around the path had been made a red wall which roses coiled around.
I brought my nose to the roses.
They didn’t smell of anything.
The petals shone cold like razor blades. They could have easily sliced into my neck, but showed no sign of it.
I wondered why. Did the master of these roses not have any power left? Or was she not determined enough?
I quietly smiled and began to walk again. I went up the path to the point where I could go no further.
The exit to the forest was blocked by a startlingly huge patch of roses.
Nearly twice my size.
Roses that had before been my limbs. Now, they had a different intention, and blocked my path.
I ran my finger along the stems. They were cold and hard like metal.
Unmistakably, they had been a part of my body. And now they were her own flesh and blood.
I knew how to make these roses wilt. I knew how to take her body away.
A little bottle came to my mind like a ray of light.
That cute little bottle I had put away in a shelf one day. The key to destroying the body of Ellen, the witch.
Even if she had changed the house’s form, it slept there somewhere still. It would just be a matter of going to get it.
…But.
I shot a pitiful gaze up at the roses.
Even if I just left things as is, surely she would die.
A normal human, especially one only thirteen years old, wouldn’t be able to bear it in my body.
I had lived.
For decades, for centuries. My heart being eaten away at by sickness.
But I was able to live through it all, never despairing, because I had dreamed of this day. When I would obtain a body that would be loved.
But do you have what I do, Viola?
A reason not to despair in that body.
I can’t think of one. You have no legs to stand on the earth, not even a voice to call for help.
Betrayed by me, who you thought your friend, you can only writhe in agony in that room.
Is there a reason for you not to despair in that situation?
What could make the light of hope shine on you?
What could your broken eyes see?
Perhaps you still want to believe me, Viola. You stopped me thinking I might give your body back.
…If I’m right, how foolish you are.
I covered my face with my hands, pretending to sob.
But I quickly stopped, finding it boring.
“What’ll you do?”
I turned to the black cat’s apathetic voice.
He sat upon a stump.
I ignored him, looking toward the house.
I could just barely see the red-roofed house from here through the green branches.
I narrowed my eyes and thought.
She must be waiting for me in there.
In the house filled with my friends.
My mouth loosened into a smile. I stood on the balls of my feet.
I want to go play. Yes, I’ll have to go. Because she must be inviting me. She’s waiting for me to come in.
“I’ll go.”
The wind rustled, scattering leaves and petals.
My forelocks were swept up, and I smiled, my back to the roses.
…After all, it’s my house, yes?
It wouldn’t be killing me anytime soon.
