100,000 Paper Cranes

“Did you know about the 100,000 paper cranes?”

“What?! That’s a ridiculous number. I’ve only heard that if you make 1,000 paper cranes, it supposedly grants you a wish.”

“Yeah, but they only grant small wishes. Making 100,000 paper cranes will grant impossible wishes.. like bringing the dead to life.”

“Now, I’m sure you’re just messing with me.”

Kate chuckled and she told me to stop spreading absurd stories. She’s been my friend for as long as I can remember and she always kept me by her side despite what others thought. You see, she was always kind to me, but the people around us weren’t. People found it odd that Kate would even befriend someone like me. I was always the serious and gloomy girl, while she was always the cheerful and lively one.

Until that one fateful night.

After attending a party, she and her boyfriend got themselves drunk. Her intoxicated boyfriend insisted that he drive and she let him.

Days after, Kate cooped herself up in her room, folding paper cranes.

“Stop it, Kate. It wasn’t your fault,” I tried to console her.

“It’s my fault,” she murmured.

“No, it wasn’t. And please stop making paper cranes. I thought you didn’t believe in those things.”

“It’s my fault.”

She wouldn’t listen to me. Weeks passed and she still remained in her room, folding more and more paper cranes. I visited Kate often, always asking her to stop and just let go. She still wouldn’t listen.

Months have passed and Kate’s room has now been filled with paper cranes. While she hastily folded the last paper crane with a hopeful gaze, I was standing inside her room, full of dread.

“I can finally bring her back,” she whispered.

Perhaps the story was right after all. I watch in horror as the hundred thousand paper cranes started flying towards me.

God, I don’t want to go back. I’d rather be dead.


 

I hope you enjoyed it or at least understood the last bit. I passed this story as a contest in a subreddit called schortscarystories. I revised it according to the suggestions in the comments. If you don’t quite understand it, you can check the interpretations in the original post here.

See you next story!

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