Somebody said "Hi" to me? Something touches my forehead, and that is touching my lips. In my thought, it maybe another human being's lips. And my eyes are lightened.
I realize two hands are touching my cheeks, and get feeling of being empty under my neck. 'Oh, I was already decapitated at the guillotine. But? What's on earth this situation now?'
That hands put my head down, and the cutting plane of my neck being touched to something flat. And my head is lifted up with that flat thing, and is moved out the room, and to somewhere. I try to be remind of anything to realize what is happening and where is here.
------------------------------
After an officer turned my hands behind and handcuffed them, when he tried to blindfold my eyes by a white cloth, I said, "Oh, please do not. I want not to be blindfolded when I will be executed." But the officer responded, "Sorry, but it is a rule. All death convicts should be blindfolded before execution at the guillotine. But, if you want, I will release this cloth just after you are decapitated. OK?" "OK. Thank you." "Anything else?"
"I want to request two little things. First, I do not want that my hair will be cut when my neck will be cut. Second, I want that the blade of the guillotine will cut exactly the middle of my neck. Could you accept my requests?"
"Sure, I will accept." "Thank you."
The officer blindfolded my eyes and put my head in the lunette of the guillotine. After arranging my hair and checking the falling way of the blade, he tied my body by two belts which were attached at the slab. I felt as if the officer looked the hem of my miniskirt.
Just a few seconds after, I felt a sharp and short pain at the middle of neck, and the pain penetrated my neck quickly. I felt my legs started jerking up. Soon I heard some thud. 'Oh. my neck is cleanly cut off now!' Soon, I felt my nose hit something.
My ponytail was suddenly grabbed by some hand, and my decapitated head was lifted up by the hand. I felt some unpleasure, so wanted to say something, but I realized I could not already move my lips. Another hand released the cloth of blindfolding, and moved my head somewhere. My eyes saw my headless body still bound on the slab of the guillotine. Then, I thought, 'Oh, my headless body is trembling, and my neck-cut stump is spouting blood. Oh, the hem of my miniskirt is rumpled, so my hips is exposed a little more!'
I felt some sleepy. 'Oh, I am dying now' and lost my consciousness...
-------------------------------
According to such my memory, I was surely decapitated at the guillotine. If so, here is surely the "Head center," the place of storing and exhibition of the decapitated heads after the execution of death convicts. But, What on earth am "I," who am thinking like this? Am I a ghost? But, If I am ghost, how could I feel somebody's lips touched my lips? The feeling was surely a real physical feeling.
When my thought reached there, some nameplate saying "Meeting Room" is captured by my eyes, and I am entered into that room.
In the center of the room a small table is. My decapitated head seems to be put down and be put on the table. Somebody's eyes matches with my eyes. Now, I realize the face is whose face. She is my girlfriend! She says, "I come here to meet you. Today's second time."
Oh. I am pleasant. I can meet my girlfriend again, even after I was already decapitated! Unconsciously I try to say hi, but I cannot open my lips. So I just try to make a little smile, but I cannot also move any muscle of my face. But I am still pleasant because I am meeting my girlfriend again.
-------------------------------
Alice, Amita's girlfriend, stroked Amita's face and hair. She lifted Amita's decapitated head slightly, and stroked the cutting plane of her neck. She also took the tray containing the Amita's head to the window, and "showed" her the outside view. She also said to Amita's head how she had been.
There seemed to be some mischief feeling in the Alice's face, and suddenly she grabbed Amita's ponytail and lifted her decapitated head. Then, using her ponytail as a sack, she shook Amita's head lightly around. Amita's decapitated head was shaken lightly even after Alice stopped her hand. In a playful tone, Alice recited, "Oh, Amita. because you've been decapitated, I can shake your beautiful head like this. Shaking shaking shaking..." Amita felt a little abnormal, but she didn't hate this prank because her girlfriend was enjoying it.
But suddenly, the bell rang loudly in the room. Then, Alice's face showed signs of disappointment. "Oops, that's it for today. Now, let's go back." Alice put Amita's head back on the tray and got up with the tray and left the meeting room.
-------------------------------
On the door of the room, the nameplate saying "Special Exhibition Room," and the nameplate containing Amita's full name.
In the room, there were two glass boxes. One box was empty. And in the other box, there was a human being's body. The body in the box and Alice wore same clothes - white color short-sleeve blouse and navy color miniskirt. All of two wore black high heels on bare legs. Only one difference was the neck of the body in the box was cut off in the very middle of it. Two hands of Amita's headless corpse were still turned behind and handcuffed.
The same clothes of Amita's corpse and Alice was the school uniform of those two teenage-girls. For keeping the last promise between each other, Amita had been executed at the guillotine in her school uniform and black high heels, and Alice wore same uniform and high heels whenever she went there to "meet" Amita.
Alice puts the plate containing Amita's decapitated head on the empty box, and opened the box of her headless corpse. And she stripped Amita's high heels off, and slowly caressed her cute feet and long and straight slim bare legs. After that, Alice put her hand into Amita's miniskirt, and started caressing Amita's hips carefully. Simultaneouly, her other hand caressed Amita's breasts.
Amita could not get any feeling from seeing all those things, but she was happy because she could be remind of her memory of sexual intercourses with Alice. Her girlfriend's left hand went under the Amita's body and moved some fingers there. Amita realized that Alice's finger was moving in her vagina. She felt some erotic excitement because she was remind of the memory of orgasm.
Finally Alice stroked Amita's neck-cut stump and closing the box. She said some angrily.
"Yes. Amita. You had been executed as a death convict, so I can accept that your decapitated head should be stored and exhibited at this 'Head Center.' They said that because you were the youngest death convict, so a special death convict, not only your decapitated head but also your headless corpse should be stored and exhibited. Yes, Yes, Yes. But, Amita, why on earth, your hands are still turned behind and handcuffed? This means, Amita, even after you had been executed already, your headless corpse cannot leave the guillotine eternally?"
If Amita could have opened her lips, she would have said "Right! Right!" toward her girlfriend's saying.
After coming her feeling down, Alice lifted Amita's decapitated head and carefully stroked her's face, hair, and cutting plane of her neck. And she kissed Amita's forehead, and her cheeks. Finally, Alice kissed on Amita's lips for a little longer time.
Alice said.
"Amita. If I could have shared deep kiss with you like that we did when you were lived, it would have been very good. But, unlike last time when your lips were only cold, today, your lips gave some warm feeling to me. Now, we should part away. I will come again later."
Alice put Amita's decapitated head into the box. Just after she saw that Alice went out the room, Amita's vision started to be darkened. Amita realized that she could not meet her girlfriend again permanently. But, she was not be sad at all.
Amita thought. 'God, I don't know who you are, but whoever you are, I thank very much to you. I met my girlfriend Alice again. Though my decapitated head and headless body will not be buried, but eternally exhibited here, but I am happy enough, because I met Alice again even after I was already decapitated.'
----------------------------
In some day, when Alice came to "meet" Amita with their school uniform and black highheels, she said to Amita's head.
"Amita. Though ten years passed after you were decapitated, your pretty face is same as the time we wore this school uniform. Maybe permanently same. At this, I envy you."
Alice kissed on Amita's lips. Amita's lips was just cold. But on Amita's decapitated face, happy feeling and erotic excitement had already appeared slightly.