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The Last Girl Alive
leeloongsam
A girl was the only person in her world. Therefore, that made her God. As she came to understand her situation, she realized she was on a island. The island had a mansion, which was connected to an old castle via a passageway. She didn't know why such a bizzare structure were built there in the first place. There was no need to know. Besides, she was simply there from the beginning, so she didn't question her surroundings. A mountain of preserved goods and other necessities were stored inside the castle's warehouse. Hunger wasn't a problem, though she starved until she realized the goods were edible. However, she almost perished several times due to a sickness. In most cases, it was because she ate spoiled food, the nearby vegetation, or inorganic substances. She used the mansion as her residence, rarely setting foot in the old castle. There was no reason to differentiate the two structures. She had simply judged the castle unfit for daily life. There was nothing to do on the island. It was small, and one could walk the entire perimeter in half a day. From coast, the scenery of all 360 degrees was nothing more than the ocean, the sky, clouds, and the horizon. That was all the world offered. One day, the girl discovered a variety of vegetation in the storehouse. She cultivated it in the mansion's garden. It wasn't that there wasn't enough food. She probably wouldnt run out even if she ate like a queen until she died. It's just that she thought the red fruit on the seed's package looked pretty. Besides, there were many things she had to do, but not much she could do. She tilled the land with a gardening book in her hand. At first, the seeds either wouldn't sprout or withered immediately. Even after many attempts, the result was always the same. She reread the book closely. She soon learned that the climate was wrong. Perhaps the geopgraphy was also a problem. She sought tools for measuring temperature and humidity from the storehouse, nad climate and geography from the shelves. On the fifth attempt, she was able to get a seed to sprout. However, she couldn't take care of it long enough for it to produce fruit. Before long, there were no more seeds. She could only give up. She couldn't see the red fruit first hand, but she gained a general idea of seasons and days while watching the plants. Like so, she began to understand things one at a time. She understood the concept of undrstanding. The next day, she tried to start a fire by the beach. Within some useless books, there were stories about washing ashore on 'islands' like this, and people would raise signal fires. A white line rose into th deep blue sky. She thought it was like a cloud and stuck her face into it. It badly hurt her eyes and throat. She quickly backed off and gazed at it from a distance. The fire soon burned out. That was all. Indeed.....She understood that it was useless. Humans, If one summarized what was written in both the useful and useless books, they were all stories about 'humans.' The girl became interested in what was written even in the useless books. -Humans cannot live alone. Many books had that written in them. Even if it wasn't written word for wrod, many stories advocated the importance of human relationship. However, the girl was all alone. Alone, but alive. Smiling. Crying. These things said to be important were unnecessary for her. She wasn't lonely. SHe understood no such concept. That was her conclusion. What was different? Was she mistaken in thinking she was human? Was she the first human to reach an equilibrium? The hostory of manking began with two people. If one were to take a statistical average from one person, it would exactly equal to oneself. That made her correct no matter what she did. At the same time, she might have been mistaken about everything. She started to paint a picture. Books, instruments, pictures.....She implmented whatever seemed most useful in creating a human from those kind of mediums. She hunted for books on how to paint and gathered essential materials from the storehouse and castle as she read. At first, her paintings turned out badly. Things weren't going like they were written in the books. She didn't seem to have 'talent.' She lost interest many times. Though that didn't really matter. At the turn of seasons, she became of being bored. Soon enough, she became skilled at painting. Her preferance style of painting was inclined towards 'landscape realism'. That was, she could paint whatever was around her. But as predicted, painting what wasn't there, painting humans, would be very difficult. Before long, the girl understood how to draw a human, She painted a single boy. Since she seemed to be classified as a woman, she decided to paint a man to go along with her. His physique and frame were approximately the same as her own. That was when she realized. Myself, a girl. a boy, physique. SHe understood. Thisw as comparison. She painted a human. It was okay, but she didn't want to paint large figures. She couldn't judge whether they were well drawn or not. So she decided to add a small figure of a boy to the landscape she had painted. She added him to all of them. For whatever reason, the girl displayed the paintings in the location they depicted. Not a single place in the mansion was without a painting. The boy stood in all og them. He faced straight ahead. Each time the girl looked at one of her paintings, the boy met her gaze. The girl felt no sense of achievement. Was the boy human? She gave it a thought. It was only a picture of a human. She knew that from the beginning. He didn't move. He didn't think. He was simply there. Was she lonely? At long last she found her epiphany. She wasn't lonely. The girl gazed at the paintings often. "He was drawn in scenery identical to his surrroundings. It craeted a mysterious mood. She thought, 'Perhaps I am an existence painted in a picture.' That was when she realized. In this situation, a perspective was needed. Considering there were two people, if she was essentially thought of herself 'me', then the human in the picture was a 'companion'. Me. A companion. . . . . Companion? She took the dictionary that was always by her in hand. She found that 'companion' could mean 'husband'. 'Husband' referred to the man in a married couple. 'Then, shall I try getting married?' The girl followed that line of thought. There were quite a few stories like that. The books desvribed it as something important. It was rite of passage everyone encounters in the course of their lives. She began to study the institution of marriage in detail. The next day, she held the wedding. She knew there were instances of being married without entering names in a family register. The girl wondered if it was okay not to have consent. After searching the castle, she found a dress. She didn't know why it was there, but since it was convenient, she paid no heed. She wasn't able to find a ring or a priest. There were places of worship in the mansion. She repainted the boy's clothes in the room's painting. She apinted him in a white tuxedo. Then she recited her vows. In her mind, she repleid yes when asked if she would take this man to be her lawfully wedded husband. The girl kissed the boy in the painting. It smelled of oil. She plucked a bunch of flowers, made them into a bouquet, and threw them. With that, the wedding was over. With the dress still on, she prepared a larger meal than ever before. It was a party after all. The dress restricted her waistline, so she didn't finish her meal. Then she threw the flowers, along with the dress and leftover food off a cliff she had designated as a dumping site before resting. A girl was the only person in her world. Therefore, that made her God. A mysterious event occured. It was the day after she redid her hundreds of paintings. The two in the pictures had moved. However, she had no basis to find that abnormal, so she wasn't surprised. From the beginning, she had been trying to make humans. 'Did it work?' God peered into the miniature garden. She peered in very intentively. They didnd't seem able to see into her world from their own. The two in the pciture were doing somehing while smiling at each othe r. However, the picture became blurred. The worl itself became warped, and she couldn't decipher this 'something'. 'Why is that?' She wondered. She couldn't confirm the outcome. She couldn't read what was supposed to be there. A strange emotion budded within her. She couldn't describe it either. She couldn't look up the dictionary something she couldn't describe. Why had her paintings, which were drawn so clearly, become blurred? Was it a failure? However, the two in the painting were smiling. That was what she felt....it made her, on the other side of the paintings, feel strange. Something must have gone wrong. She udnerstood all the lbunders that piled up along the way. Yes, she reconsidered. She repainted the pictures over and over. However, it always ended the same. She was at a loss. She became unsure of everything. A girl was the only person in her world. Therefore, that made her God. God thought she would make the world much cleaner. She burned all of the pictures. She set fire to the mansion and the castle. She burned all of her memories completely. Lastly, God threw the only trash left in the world from the cliff. Written by Salvalia.