So, as I was saying, I had a restriction on not being able to leave the property. And yet, for some reason, I'm currently sitting behind Serafi as she sits in the car's passenger's seat.
I thought I couldn't leave and yet the moment Serafi left the house, I was somehow compelled to follow her. Like it was instinct. What the hell? Is it because I'm her 'Guardian Angel'?
To be honest, when she first told me, only a small part of me believed her. I mean, I'm sure as hell that I'm not some angel. Just a normal human being that somehow died.
Suddenly being told that you're a Guardian Angel by a six year old, who'd believe that right off the bat? That'd be crazy! I admit I might do some crazy things but I ain't that mad!
No, the biggest concern should be figuring out why the hell I'm here in the first place. Somehow, ever since I died, my sense of urgency seems to have flown off the roof. Is this what happens when you die? You start to care less?
Anyway, I should first set some things straight. Biggest problem, how did I die? No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't figure it out.
That day, I was perfectly healthy and it was as normal as it can ever be. It's possible that I had gotten into an accident that killed me but considering on how my appearance looked like in the mirror, that's unlikely. I was mostly disheveled but I wasn't injured in any way. My clothes had cuts and torns around the edges but it wasn't dirty.
How the hell did I die like that?
Second problem, this whole 'Guardian Angel' thing. How the heck did I become a 'Guardian Angel'? As Serafi had said, I told her I was her guardian angel myself. Why? And how? I don't even remember talking to her that night!
If I were to take Serafi's claims as part of the truth, then it means that somehow, in a way, I did become her Guardian Angel. Knowing me, there must be some sort of circumstances that had made me do it as such.
Third problem, why her? Why me? Why am I here? And specifically, as Serafi's Guardian Angel? Don't you dare give me some crap about how this is how everyone's like after they die. If that's true, then I sure as hell should have seen tons more so called 'Guardian Angels' littering across the street.
And yet, there's none! I'm the only one!
And if I'm gonna be a 'Guardian Angel', shouldn't I have at least do it to someone I know? What's the point of guarding a kid I knew nothing about and isn't even related to?
'Enough of this rants. I'll think a bit more once I have more clues. There's too many possibilities that I could come up, it will probably never end at this rate.'
Taking some deep breath, I looked over at the driver's seat. The mother, Karin is currently driving towards the kindergarten to drop off Serafi. I found out her name when she was called by her husband. Additionally, I also found out his name the same way, it was Arthur.
Lastly, this little devil sitting next to me is Dean. He has been staring outside the window ever since he got in the car. He looked to be deep in thought and he would often have a cheeky grin on his face.
To be honest, it looked to me like he's plotting something evil.
Karin and Serafi has been chatting away in the front seats. It was mostly Serafi talking and Karin entertaining her. The topics varied but it was mostly about Serafi's daily life and the recent happenings at the kindergarten.
I wasn't very interested in her stories so my mind began to wander and, eventually, I thought of conducting some experiments. Well, to be exact, to find out the limitations of my undead body.
As of now, my theory is that I couldn't stray too far from Serafi, as I'm her Guardian Angel. What needs to be done next is see the extent of my freedom.
Now, if I were to fly out of this moving car, will I be 'compelled' to follow after the car? Or would I not even allowed to leave like what happened at the house?
Thinking up to this point, I suddenly got really curious and decided to try it out.
Looking backwards, I slowly sank in my body into the backseat. As my body sank, I started feeling the unpleasant sensation.
A cold feeling slowly crept up from inside, as if it would swallow me whole. It was a sharp cold feeling. The sensation originated from my heart creeping all the way up to my bones throughout my whole body. It was an odd feeling. It was like if I did any wrong step, my whole existence would cease to exist.
'Even if I did this before, it still felt very unpleasant,' I thought silently as my body sank in further.
After successfully passing through, I'm currently standing on the trunk. Turning my head around, I took a glance at Serafi. "Let's see if my 'current' world really revolves around her," I said, smirking.
And so, I jumped off.
Although I did jumped off, apparently, gravity doesn't really work on me. I just floated off instead. 'I did managed to leave the car though,' I thought as I watched the car quickly moving away.
Inspecting myself, I don't feel any anomaly nor any feeling of 'compelling' to follow after the car. I waited for a few more seconds and there really was no reaction.
Looking upwards towards the sky, I was just about to shout 'I'm free!' loudly when suddenly, my body felt like it was tugged. It was like a rope was tied on me and someone was pulling on the rope.
'No way...' I thought as I tried to fly in the opposite direction in a futile attempt.
As I tried harder to resist the invisible rope, the harder the tugging got until eventually, I was forcefully dragged along without any means of resistance.
"Dammit, what is this?! This isn't even making me compelled anymore! This is just plain brute force! Someone! Help! Who the hell made this arrangement?! Dammit!" I complained as I helpless allow myself to be dragged away.
After being dragged along for a good few more minutes, going through a few signboards, cars and buildings along the way, making me experience the unpleasant feeling a few times, this 'force' dragging me finally lets me go.
By the time I was set free, I was already feeling rather weak and listless.
'Let's keep in mind not to stray too far from Serafi next time,' I silently kept a mental note to myself.
After regaining my energy, I started to look around, trying to figure out where I am. In front of me was a place called 'Sunshine Kindergarten'. It was a moderately sized building with a playground next to it. Needless to say, this should be the kindergarten Serafi goes to.
Karin's car was nowhere to be found so I guessed that she must have dropped off Serafi and left to send Dean to his school next.
With nothing better to do, I decided to enter the kindergarten and look for Serafi.
The kindergarten was fairly big. I had to look through all the classroom one by one before managing to find Serafi in one of them. She was sitting on one of the desks inside, scribbling something onto a piece of paper. The children around her was similarly doing the same thing.
I floated over from one table to the next and found out that they were drawing. One child was drawing something that appears to a dog, another was drawing a person. Some I couldn't even tell what it was.
'Drawing session?' I thought silently.
When I reached by Serafi's side, she was really focused on drawing. There was something scribbled at the side of her paper. It was very messy with a few spelling errors but I could barely make out the words, 'My Guardian Angel, Ange'.
'So she's drawing me?' Just as I was feeling a little bit touched, I saw her drawing of me.
How should I say it? Rather than an angel, it looked more like a drawing of a ghost from a horror movie.
She was drawing a person with long, messy black hair that extends to her waist. Wearing a white shirt with a trench coat. Her eyes was a glaring red. She was smiling as she held the hand of a little girl, seemingly protecting her from something at the corner of the paper. It was colored black, like a black blob of something.
There's so many things I wanted to say but first, my hair isn't that long. It's only slightly below my shoulder and it wasn't as messy anymore. Second, my eyes aren't red either. It's brown.
Why does she draw me like this? Or perhaps this is how she sees me? If that's how it is than I must say, how brave of her to claim I'm a guardian angel with the appearance of a vengeful ghost.
As I was contemplating over her drawing, I suddenly felt something and instinctively looked over at a dark corner of the room. It felt like something was there but I couldn't see anything.
Thinking it was nothing, I decided to pay it no mind but somehow I got rather restless. It's like there's something screaming inside of me. 'There's something there!'.
Unable to stand it any longer, I looked over again at the dark corner. I still couldn't see anything but I instinctively felt that something's there. Something that can cause harm. Something bad.
As I tried harder to see, I eventually saw a sort of 'shadow'. It was dark. It was round, like a blob. And it was squirming.