Suddenly, a bright light shone in my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I only saw white surrounding the entire area.
"Mr White." approaches the little voice.
someone is calling me. I thought.
"Mr White." approached it again. It sounded weak and raspy.
It sounded familiar.
But where?
I spun around in circles, trying to find where the sound was coming from.
"How are you, Mr White?" The voice suddenly became strong and loud. It seemed like it was just not far from me.
I turned around when I heard the sound of shoe treads from behind me.
Old lady? I thought. Trying to figure out the voice.
"Did you behave?" she asked gently.
"Meow.." I approach.
That old woman. Wearing a white shirt. It was more of a long white dress shirt with floral embroidery at the bottom of the dress and beading on the neck.
As I am shocked about her, I am also shocked about how I talk.
Am I speaking the word 'meow'?
Am I finally waking up from that dream?
I thought, feeling a little happy while looking at every inch of my body. It is. My cat's body. But then...
"No, my darling. You are still in this world."
"Meow?" I said, trying to talk to her while detailing all her facial features.
She looks young.
"Ha ha ha," laughs her, giggling. Then she poured with another question.
"Do you remember my last word to you Mr white?"
Is she talking about that time? The unwanted memories. But why am I in this body if I am still in a world that does not belong to this little body?
"Meow Meow,"
I don't want this. I don't like them.
Whine me.
Even though I try to convey my words. My little body was only able to make a 'meow' sound.
"They love you so very much, Mr White," explained her.
They leave me.
"So do I."
I remained tight-lipped, I knew deep in my heart she didn't want to leave me. She's not like other people who only care when I'm fluffy, portly, and pretty. Yet...
You are cruel. I thought.
She knew what I thought.
"Mr White, I still remember when we first met. You were so small then."
It's not so small. I thought.
She can understand me without talking it out loud.
"Yes, you are old enough to come out of the box," she said calmly.
Well, it is. Old enough.
"Ha ha ha, at that time, I was so mesmerized by you, Mr White."
Still silent. I know she knew that I hadn't come to terms with this wish, making me feel lost in my emotions once again.
"I can't be here. I am old. Mr White." explained her short.
Then, please take me with you.
"You have a long life ahead."
I remember the day before I woke up in this human body. I was lying down in your bed and
I stop and look at her. She is smiling.
Why?
Does it have anything to do with reincarnation?
"In this life, you have money, power... and me as your guardian spirit."
I already said that I don't want all of this. It is kinda selfish for you to let me be in your nonexistent child.
She paused.
Her almost faded smile slowly became bright again.
"I am sorry for not giving you a choice, but this is your new life now, Mr White," says her. Her eyes looked unfortunate, but her complexion tells me otherwise.
But, I don't care about a brass farthing.
You give me this life, but it is up to me to make it successful or to destroy it.
"Are you mad?"
Of course.
"Ha ha ha ha... If you say so." she laughed while covering her mouth with her palm. Her fingers also looked slightly curled
"Meow," I said, confused. As I tried to say, 'Why are you laughing?'.
Suddenly, my body was lifted.
"This big boy... He's such a baby," she said while spinning around.
I feel a little nauseous. This old lady, how can she be this energetic?
Oh, right, she's dead.
"Meow! Hissskkk!" Hissed me.
I didn't mean to sound like that, but I can't stand the spin she's doing.
Nonetheless, she is still laughing, and then she pauses and says,
"I may be selfish, I may not be considerate, but one thing you should keep in mind is that I genuinely deem you as my son," she said softly. Her face slowly approached my forehead.
"Soon enough, you will understand. My wish is for you to be happy, and I guarantee you to have a happy life in this world," she said while slowly back to her earliest position.
I still feel that I can't acknowledge her wish well.
But before I had time to think about anything, suddenly the white bright atmosphere became dim.
My body became heavy. I then saw my hand that the old woman had gradually let go.
Human man? I thought.
I returned to my human body.
I looked at her.
"My time is up. The choice of your life is in your own hands. See you again, my little one." told her, but his body seemed to be floating in the air.
Hold on! I haven't finished speaking one's mind and, 'see you again'? What do you mean by that?
However, she didn't seem to listen to my words. She waved as if to tell me 'goodbye' while the colour of her body also faded away in the darkness.
In a split second, I see black as if I am closing my eyes. No, it is the colour of Vantablack.
At that time, I only thought of how unfair the world was, I felt abandoned thinking of how my voice couldn't reach her head.
I tried to correspond her words with my personal decision.
...
"Mr White,"
...
"Mr White,"
...
Is there someone calling me?
As I feel the energy surrounding my body move like a calm river.
Floating.
The sound of a yelling voice became louder.
"MR WHITE!"
I opened my eyes, shocked by the loud voice, and saw,
More than a few people sat around me who were still kneeling stiffly at the end of the old woman's grave filled with gifts.
That loud voice reminded me of the girl who woke me up at one time.
Oh, that girl was the maid from that morning and the other maids who are wearing the same clothes,
I haven't seen them.
The manservants, the head chef, and that one man with a black suit. He might be the butler.
They are crying.
They looked worried.
I don't understand why.
But, the only thing I cared about at that moment was not living the life she wanted.
That is my decision.
I don't want to listen for whatever reason behind it if my words had never been given attention to.