The last time I saw Lita is when she pulled the stairs of their hut, as she will spend her first night with his husband. Our dead eyes are just leading his zombied body. I said my goodbye as I know our world will now find its own orbit.
She is a wife and will soon be a mother for sure, while I will stay as me, young and carefree as if I'm unseen.
I had been wondering now on my own. I just recently returned to my place when I noticed a decrease of our population. I asked the others and said that Lito, his older sister, and his older brother were the reasons. They didn't follow up that but said that the other reason is the new stranger that had been wondering around our place.
Everyone is afraid of her, yes, a woman. Apparently she is stronger than any of us, even the Butatto are afraid of her.
I excitedly went to my own place to rest after a long travel. The air is still the same, cold yet comfortable. It was during my second day when I caught a glimpse of Lita, I wanted to invite her for a coffee but she passed by me quickly. It was the evening of that same day when I saw her again. I woke up as I felt someone was boring a whole in my forehead.
I went outside and was terrified as Lita was standing in front of my door. She has that dead deadly stare just like the last time I saw her. I tried to talk to her but she won't respond. I ushered her to get inside but a rushing, strong wind pushed me causing me to fall on my back. I fought back to stand up again but this unseen force is forcing me on the ground.
This is not an ordinary one, someone is with Lita, someone stronger than me. A feminine yet authoritative voice rang in my ear that came with that swirling force. That voice is commanding me to stop, and I thought there's no need to command me as the force itself forced me to stop, to halt and to stop trying to get near Lita.
The cold dew from the ground woke me up, my body is stiffened from fear and cold last night. I kept on rewinding what happened but I can't seem to find the answer. The only clue that I found out, is she is the strongest among us. Maybe is the one they were talking about. It's not maybe, it's her. I asked more information about her, and accordingly she was always seen wearing a white dress and is always behind Lita.
Lita seemed to not bothered with her presence. I would often see them talking to each other. But sometimes I can't stalk Lita as that strong force is too much for me, same with my other fellow creature, we can't approach Lita now; cause it's as if she is inside a glass. We can see her yet we can't hear her nor she can hear us. She can only hear her voice.
At least she is happy but I think quite too happy and sad at the same time. For as a fellow creature, I witnessed her laugh at nothing, laugh with no one.
I grew even more worried as she continued to have that new behavior while becoming even more pregnant. I knew it's not her first time to be pregnant but this is becoming worrisome. I kept on being pushed out when it comes to consoling her. There are too many voices whispering, I in my part as one of the whisperer is being overwhelmed.
I never left her side, even though she is becoming strange each. Strangely enough in a fine morning day, I saw her in her most peaceable appearance.
She woke up early, strangely nice, wore her best dress as if she is going to church. The long grasses are gently patting her shoulder as she moved passed them. The lushest and longest blades of grasses seemed to be hugging her as we reached now, untrodden path. My unfeelable heart is beating under my clothes now, where is she going?
I tried to grab to stop her from what madness she might be thinking of doing. I can't take a hold of her, please…
Please no more leaving, I'm crying my eyes out and is asking for whatever help or whoever who may help. The greenest and sharpest bladed grass seemed to have heard me, they did their best to weaken her. Their pat turned to slice. Their trying to hurt her just for her to stop but she wouldn't. It even motivated her to go on. Where are we going?
Literally I can't get to her now, I depleted my strength and felt like she depleted my strength, she keeps on sucking my energy as I try to go near her. It's not her anymore, I don't want this kind of her. She has more darkness than mine now. A coat of darkness embraced her tightly. The whisperers were no longer there, I only noticed it after I felt my weakness covering me. It means I'm the strongest whisperers among the others who had been bugging her. But I'm weak now no, point of being left as the strongest as I can't help her now.
I watched in horror, sorrow, and guilt as she slowly opened a bottle of pesticide. It would not hurt me but it would definitely kill me again and would surely end her. I poured my heart out in silence as I poured my last strength to held her hand, bound her hand, and weaken her hand to let go of her killer.
But instead of her killer being let go, I felt like my killer had come to kill me. A terrible gust of wind threw me off away from her. I said my killer, because I was the only one who was thrown off, Lita is still there firm on the ground and firmly holding that cup that would kill her. I searched who might had wanted to kill me, and saw a dark moving cloud-like mirage approaching her. And it's think it would be better for her to be killed than to kill her own self. But I'm desperately afraid of that dark mirage. Maybe she died horribly also.
That's how it is, as I heard from them. People who died in a gruesome unnatural death are more dangerous and much darker than us the unseen being.
I, as an unseen being had been roaming around enough to prove that truly, they are a threat to the seen human beings and to us unseen human beings. They are horrible as I want to say about them. My opened eyes, is the only proof I have to think that I'm alive, as I witness the dark mirage turn into something unnerving.
Unnervingly gorgeous, I say. Under that dangerous dark entity is a saintly pure woman. That's it differs us from her then, surely. She still has her warm heart, she used to have a warm heart; and now it's cold; but still she, has her heart. We don't have, we didn't used to, I don't have a heart.