But, her face, the lines, and sweat of tension revealed that she wasn't making a joke.
I waved my hand slowly in front of her face.
Her eyes unfocused.
I clapped right beside her ear.
Every reaction that she wasn't returning was freaking me out.
It was literally eating me from the inside.
I glanced at Lieutenant Brown, who shared the same panic with his eyes. I ran towards him. I gulped, "Are we invisible?"
He gulped, too, "That woman?"
I nodded. I knew what he meant by those two words.
That woman. She did it.
Suddenly something clicked. I walked towards the garden, and kept walking till the big tree, and moved my hand towards the trunk.
And I felt it. The rough lines, the ants, the wrinkles in the brown trunk, that communicated with my hands. I finally felt a little better.
I could touch. She can't listen to me. She can't see me. But, she can touch me.
I can touch her.
But, if I would touch her like this, she would get scared and wouldn't believe me.
I should lure her to the garden.
I called Lieutenant to where I was standing. I told him what I had just discovered, so he and I can try to make a plan to get her to come to the garden without suspecting any foul play.
"Well, we certainly can't pull her till here by the arm asking her to not think of us as ghosts." Lieutenant said.
I looked around and saw the bird, the same bird, that was in the basement. It was here, now. I tried whistling to it. But, then I realized that nobody can listen to me.
I turned to face Lieutenant, who was so close to me, that I could feel his breath on my face. So, I stepped back, quickly. Suddenly the blue bird started chirping and sat on my shoulder as if I was never invisible.
I felt a rush of happiness flow through me.
I caught it in my hand and ran towards Elle, who was fixated in her place waiting for me. I had asked her not to move from her place till I arrive.
As I came close to her I shouted, "Elle! Elle!"
But she still didn't respond. Her eyes looked around. But, never landed on me. Maybe I still was invisible.
My shoulders slopped down and, and I turned to face Lieutenant.
Then it lit. I had an idea.
I walked to Elle and freed the bird out of my hand near her. The bird zoomed right past her. Elle looked at the bird, who was now flying around in the garden.
She mumbled, "I can stay in the garden, it's right beside the place she asked me to stay in. Anyways, the rebels are gone."
Lemme turn back to normal, I will teach her a lesson, I thought.
But, the plan worked. And that is all that mattered now.
She came to the bird in the garden. As I bent down and wrote on the ground, using a twig.
Elle froze in her steps after she saw me writing. Or the words being written, on their own.
She bent down to see what was written, ELLE, SOMETHING IS TERRIBLY WRONG.
- VIO VIO.
I hope she remembers the code word, I thought.
She did exactly what I expected her to. She understood. Her face drained all the color. She whispered, "Sister, are you here?"
I bent down and scribbled more.
YEAH, YEAH, I AM HERE. BUT, YOU CAN'T SEE ME.
She stood back up straight, and started looking for me. I scribbled.
THE BIRD CAN SEE ME. SEE.
I whistled to the bird and, as planned it flew and sat on my hand. I looked at her. She was about to cry.
I extended my hand forward and wiped her tears. I scribbled.
DON'T CRY, ELLE. YOU WILL HAVE TO HANDLE THE ROYAL LADIES ON YOUR OWN TILL I RETURN. BE STRONG NOW.
THEY WILL MAKE YOU CRY, WHEN NOBODY WILL BE THERE TO WIPE YOUR TEARS. BUT YOU HAVE TO BE STRONG.
"Strong!" She shouted as I wrote.
She whimpered, "Where are you going?"
I listened to her but kept scribbling,
PLEASE DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE ROYAL LADIES. RESPECT THEM, WHILE MANAGING YOUR DIGNITY.
She asked again. "Where are you going?"
DON'T EVER TELL THEM ABOUT THIS. WHEN THEY ASK, TELL THEM THAT REBELS TOOK ME AWAY. PROMISE?
She extended her hand forward, as I intertwined my fingers with hers. We both said, at the same time, "Promise!" Hitting the other person on the head.
This was our promise culture.
I patted her hair, and said, "To find the one who did this to me, little sister."
I bent down and scribbled,
TO GET HER. TO CHANGE THIS. TO ASK HER WHY. AND MAYBE, EVEN TO AVENGE...