The Parallels

"Nakamura Sachiko fell from the stairs and twisted her neck. "

That was her cause of death.

"How unfortunate."

She heard a chilling voice before she was consumed by the darkness.

Was she going to die?

She was.

She knew that as she slowly drifted off into the darkness but she didn't want to accept that she died like this. She was always the type of person to think death was the worst thing that could ever happen to her. So, she wished, "I want to live. As long as I don't die, it's fine. I just want to live."

She didn't consider the consequences of her wish. Maybe it was because she made a wish while she was pathetically struggling for life. Just to live again, she was willing to give everything she had.

It was simple.

Yet, it wasn't.

She woke up later, in a body she didn't recognize.

A three-year-old girl with one eye blind and a body pathetically weak.

"When you wished, you were willing to give everything to live again. So, live again. Even if your life becomes hell, you'll continue to live."

She heard the voice.

It held so much power and she felt helpless.