It's been years since I pick up my pen and done a story..but yeah...This one might be a bit emotional and sensitive but, yeah...I've been moody.Enjoy~
P/S: This is purely fiction. and yes...short huh...
Never Be Forgotten
“You are very smart, as expected of you.”
Those words started to
be uttered to me when I was just a four years old child. I’ve heard of them
countless times as if it was being replay by a broken recorder. Truthfully, it
crushes me from within as I realised that those words were not a compliment, but
a heavy expectation for me, a frail four years old child. It had passed long
ago, but sometimes I would remember them, as if it was just yesterday. The
feeling of being surrounded, the expectation, and the eyes of the observer were
embedded deep into my mind at the tender age of four. That was something that
none of a child should go through. Yes, my life as a child is a nightmare.
It might be bitter, it
might be agonizing, it might be filled with unspoken sadness but, as times
passes by, overwriting the bad memories with a good memories, I live on. Yes,
those times were harsh, but now I could freely sum it all up in a story as if
it were filled with sparkles in the air.
I am sitting on my
chair, typing up words by words that flooding my mind onto a story which now
would probably being read by you, the readers. It was all starts when I was
happily chatting with my friends when one of them suddenly touched on the topic
of when we first learn how to read.
“When was the first time you learn
how to read?” Emma asked as she was waiting for my answers.
“Ah…I don’t really remember…” An
honest answer came from me.
“Eh? Is that even possible?” Layla
was startled by my answers and blurted it out.
“We-well…I could already read a
storybook since I was four, and I have no recollection of when I started to
learn how to read. It is weird?”
“That is something that a genius
would say…” Emma said in a teasing manner
I once read that a
child could not remember clearly on their memories of their early years and I
think it might be true. The blank three years ahead of my memories never did
return even when I opened up the old albums with the pictures of me when I was
a child. Nothing, it felt as if I was actually staring on stranger pictures rather
than saying that it was mine. It felt weird.
I started in
kindergarten as the age of four. I was the youngest and yet, I act as if I am a
lot older that I’m supposed to be. The other kids will starts to wail and cry
when their parents are out of their sight but me? Nope. I even need to calm the
girl two years older than I do who started to cry and hick up in every sob she
made, seriously who is the older one? My mother is a school teacher and she
rarely there during my early years as she got other commitment in her charge and
my father, well truthfully, I spend most of my time with my grandmother rather
than my parent and so yeah, I left the nest early than others. Kindergarten
only last of a couple of months before I dropped out, not because of I could
not keep up with the studies but I find it boring to be playing with the clay
that any kids would love to do but no, not me.
Thankfully to my
mother’s background I was admitted onto primary school at the age of five. Yes,
I repeated standard one three times and yes, I am utterly bored learning the
same thing over and over again and so I started to learn new things instead. In
which ended up with learning how to speak in English fluently. It was hard but
fun. It was when I was ten years old when the expectation of others crushes me.
Back then, I even used to think that dying was better and living. My path was
suddenly blocked by a big scary black wall and I just stuck. Not moving even an
inch from that place. I don’t really remember what pulls me back but I do
remember the countless night that I had spent, crying. It was one of the bad
moments but not the worst.
I passed through my
important examinations with quite an achievement but, one thing that had left a
big hole in me happened during those times. My grandmother’s death, which was
on the first day of the important examination when I was 15 years old, took
place. Since that moment, things just got worst. I had lost counts on when I
even thought of slicing by wrist and left everything behind. But a ray of hope
dawned on me, my best friends.
Since then, any ups
and downs in my life, they would be there. Giving me the courage, giving the
whispers of motivation and helps me to take a turn for a better life. I am
grateful for them. They were the reasons of me being me. They were the reasons
of me being here, alive in this world and they are the ones that would be
there, backing me up, helping to stand when I fall, and pushes me from behind
to keep on moving. They were the very reason that I am here typing these words
of my stories and present it to you. There are not any days in which I am not
thankful for them being who they are and it would never be forgotten.
20th March 2013
It is not mine but i found it and the writer's name in unknown.......Enjoy...^-^
A friendship
story
One day when I was a freshman in high school, I saw the new
kid in my class walking home from school His name was Kyle. It looked like he
was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring
home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a
weekend planned with parties and a football game with my friends. So I shrugged
my shoulders and walked on.
Just then a bunch of kids ran toward him, knocking the books
out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went
flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. As he looked
up, I saw a terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. I jogged
over to him, picked up the glasses and handed them to him.“Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives,” I
commented.He looked at me and said, “Hey, thanks!” There was a big
smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me. As we walked home, I discovered he was a
pretty cool kid. I asked him if he would like to play football with me and my
friends on Saturday. He said, “Yes.” We hung out together all weekend and the
more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. My friends liked him too.
On Monday morning, I saw Kyle carrying his huge stack of
books again. I stopped him and said, “Dang, boy you are gonna really build some
serious muscle carrying this pile of books everyday!” He laughed and handed me
half the books.Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. By
our senior year, Kyle had filled out and looked great. He was one of those guys
that really found himself during high school. All the girls loved him, and he
always had lots of dates. He had studied hard and was valedictorian of our
class.
On graduation day, he was to give a speech. I could see that
he was nervous. So I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be
great!” He looked at me with one of those really grateful looks and smiled,
‘Thanks.”
He started his speech, “Graduation is a time to thank those
who helped you make it through those tough years: your parents, your teachers,
your siblings, maybe a coach, but mostly your friends. I am here to tell you
that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give.”
Then he began to tell the story of the first day we met. I
stared at him in disbelief when he told how he had planned to kill himself that
weekend. He had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later.
I heard a gasp go through the crowd as this handsome and popular boy told about
his weakest moment.He looked hard at me, gave me a little smile, and said,
“Thankfully, my friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
His mom and dad looked at me with a grateful nod. Not until
that moment did I realize that in one small gesture I changed a person’s life.
Now I never underestimate the power of my actions. I learned that the support
of a caring friend can impact someone in ways we may not fully understand and
appreciate.
27th February 2013
I'll
Make You A Rainbow
By
Linda Bremner
There is nothing that
can truly prepare you to lose your own child. Looking back, I've often thought
the doctors should have written a death certificate for me as well as my son,
for when he died, a part of me died too.
Andy was almost
twelve. For over three years he had been battling cancer. He'd gone through
radiation and chemotherapy; he'd gone into remission and out again, not once
but several times. I was amazed at his resilience; he just kept getting up each
time his cancer knocked him flat. Perhaps it was his pluckiness and grit that
shaped my own attitude about Andy's future, or maybe I was simply afraid to
face the possibility of his death; whatever the cause I always thought that
Andy would make it. He would be the kid that beat the odds.
For three summers,
Andy had gone to a camp for kids with cancer. He loved it and seemed to relish
the week he could forget about hospitals and sickness and just be a kid again.
The day after he returned from his third camp adventure, we went to the clinic
for a routine check-up. The news was bad. The doctor scheduled a bone marrow
transplant for two days later in a hospital 300 miles away from our home. The
next day we threw our things in a suitcase and left.
One of the things I
tossed into my suitcase was the present Andy had brought home from camp for me.
A plastic suncatcher shaped like a rainbow with a suction cup to attach it to a
window. Like most mothers, I considered any present from my child a treasure
and wanted it with me. We arrived at the
hospital and began the grueling ordeal the doctors felt was my son's only
chance. We spent seven weeks there. They turned out to be the last seven weeks
of Andy's life.
We never talked about
dying...except once. Andy was worn out and must have known he was losing
ground. He tried to clue me in. Nauseous and weak after one of the many
difficult procedures he endured on a regular basis, he turned to me and asked,
"Does it hurt to die?" I was shocked, but
answered truthfully, "I don't know. But I don't want to talk about death,
because you are not going to die, Andy." He took my hand and
said, "Not yet, but I'm getting very tired." I knew then what he
was telling me, but tried hard to ignore it and keep the awful thought from
entering my mind.
I spent a lot of my
day watching Andy sleep. Sometimes I went to the gift shop to buy cards and
notepaper. I had very little money, barely enough to survive. The nurses knew
our situation and turned a blind eye when I slept in Andy's room and ate the
extra food we ordered off of Andy's tray. But I always managed to scrape a bit
together for the paper and cards because Andy loved getting mail so much.
The bone marrow
transplant was a terrible ordeal. Andy couldn't have any visitors because his
immune system was so compromised. I could tell that he felt even more isolated
than ever. Determined to do something to make it easier for him, I began
approaching total strangers in the waiting rooms and asking them, "Would
you write my son a card?" I'd explain his situation and offer them a card
or some paper to write on. With surprised expressions on their faces, they did
it. No one refused me. They took one look at me and saw a mother in pain.
It amazed me that
these kind people, who were dealing with their own worries, made the time to
write Andy. Some would just sign a card with a little get-well message. Others
wrote real letters: "Hi, I'm from Idaho visiting my grandmother here in
the hospital..." and they'd fill a page or two with their story, sometimes
inviting Andy to visit wherever they were from when he was better. Once a woman
flagged me down and said, "You asked me to write your son a couple of
weeks ago. Can I write him again?" I mailed all these letters to Andy, and
watched happily as he read them. Andy had a steady stream of mail right up
until the day he died.
One day, I went to
the gift store to buy more cards and saw a rainbow prism for sale. Remembering
the rainbow suncatcher Andy'd given me, I felt I had to buy it for him. It was
a lot of money to spend, but I handed over the cash and hurried back to Andy's
room to show him. He was lying in his
bed, too weak to even raise his head. The blinds were almost shut, but a crack
of sunlight poured in slanting across the bed. I put the prism in his hand and
said, "Andy, make me a rainbow." But Andy couldn't. He tried to hold
his arm up, but it was too much for him. He turned his face to
me and said, "Mom, as soon as I'm better, I'll make you a rainbow you'll
never forget."
That was the one of
the last things Andy said to me. Just a few hours later, he went to sleep and
during the night, slipped into a coma. I stayed with him in the ICU, massaging
him, talking to him, reading him his mail, but he never stirred. The only sound
was the constant drone and beepings of the life-support machines surrounding
his bed. I was looking death straight in the face, but still I thought there'd
be a last-minute save, a miracle that would bring my son back to me.
After five days, the
doctors told me his brain had stopped functioning and that he'd never be
"Andy" again. It was time to disconnect him from the machines that
were keeping his body alive. I asked if I could
hold him, so just after dawn, they brought a rocking chair into the room and
after I settled myself in the chair, they turned off the machines and lifted
him from the bed to place him in my arms. As they raised him from the bed, his
leg made an involuntary movement and he knocked a clear plastic pitcher from
his bedside table onto the bed. "Open the
blinds," I cried. "I want this room to be full of sunlight!" The
nurse hurried to the window to pull the cord. As she did so, I
noticed a suncatcher, in the shape of the rainbow attached to the window, left
no doubt, by a previous occupant of this room. I caught my breath in wonder.
And then as the sunlight filled the room, the rays hit the pitcher lying on its
side on the bed and everyone stopped what they were doing, silent with awe.
The room was suddenly
filled with flashes of color, dozens and dozens of rainbows, on the walls, the
floors, the ceiling, on the blanket wrapped around Andy as he lay in my arms —
the room was alive with rainbows. No one could speak. I
looked down at my son and he had stopped breathing. Andy was gone, but even in
the shock of that first wave of grief, I felt comforted. Andy had made the
rainbow that he promised me — the one I would never forget.
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Promises
It
had been raining all day. I cannot see the blue sky that I wished
for. The vast sky was loaded by dark clouds. The wind blew harder and
had blown off my scarf. As I watched my scarf flew higher to the sky,
a question flashed into my mind . “Will I become a star when I
die?” I repeated the same question over and over again. “Sara…”
That tender voice had forced me to turn around. “I..I’m sorry
mother..I..I didn’t mean to make you sad.” My voice, my
shivering voice mouthed those words weakly. Each time I saw those
glassy eyes of her, they seemed as if they were about to cry. “ Oh,
Sara…..”Tears came rolling down her cheeks. Her hands, her warm
and gentle hands wrapped over me. At that moment , tears fell down
from my eyes. “I’m sorry mother..” I could only ask for
forgiveness. At that moment, I thought that I did not want to die. It
was not my time yet. But, it was alright to die right? Everyone would
die soon. It was just that my time here would end sooner.
The
clear and blue sky appeared the next day. I had regained my lovely
day again. I heard the birds were chirping happily and when I opened
my window, I was embraced by the bless of spring. The fragrance of
the blooming flowers puffed over my white porcelain skin. The sweet
scent of flowers that I waited for. Butterflies flying over the
flowers, the bees were busy collecting the nectar and the flowers
that bloomed beautifully had curved a broad smile on my face. This
would be my seventeenth spring and also my last spring. I had been
trapped inside this hospital for almost twelve years. Since I was
five years old, I had faced the same doctor, the same room, the same
garden and it bored me. Believe me, seeing and feeling the same thing
and sensation was very boring and it really had annoyed me. As I
watched the blue sky I thought, did the sea have the same blue as the
sky? I had never been there before so I was engrossed by it. “Do
you need anything ,Sara ?” Came my mother’s routine question.
“Manga.” A simple word came from my mouth. “It is always the
same..” Her chuckled voice eased me like it always did. Seeing her
smiling happily had treated the wound inside my heart that I would
die soon.
Another
mundane day had passed. I walked along the corridor of the hospital
slowly. It had become my daily routine for almost twelve years. While
passing through another patient’s room, I was startled by a man. He
glared at me and walked away without saying a word nor an apology.
His glare had angered me and his attitude was annoying. Surrounded by
beautiful flowers and butterflies, it did not make me feel better. I
felt an unexplainable uneasiness filled me. I hoped that my few
remaining weeks were bright and happy. Before I leave this world and
everyone that I knew, I wanted to make a lot of happy memories , so
that I could leave this body of mine without regrets.
I
walked along the corridor of the hospital again. It was always the
same everyday, but on that particular day, something happened during
my walk. I heard a loud noise coming from a room. “Please don’t
smoke in here!” Warned an old man. “Ah….whatever..” Those
words annoyed me and I peeked into the room to see the person who had
uttered those annoying words. On the dot, my mouth was opened wide
and my eyes zoomed at that man. He was the same man that had glared
at me before. Out of the blue, I stepped into the room and grabbed
the cigarette from his lips. “What the..who do you think you are?”
I just smiled at him without any words . He took out a box of
cigarette and took another one out. I grabbed the cigarette again and
tossed it away. He wanted to take another one out but I grabbed his
cigarette box and left the room, leaving him dumbfounded.
I
returned to my room with a broad smile. Satisfied by my action, I
rolled over the bed, giggling. I looked up to the ceiling and sighed.
I took out the cigarette box that I had taken from that guy. “How
do you smoke?” Curiosity killed the cats. I tried to sniff the
cigarette and it smells bad. “Ugh…I had better ask him tonight
then.” Suddenly, I became happy only because of a cigarette. What a
dumb thing to do! I waited for the night to come. I walked along the
corridor quietly and sneaked into his room. I saw him gazing at the
ceiling, whistling a bad song like an idiot. Even an elementary kid
could whistle better than he did! “Bfft..he he he…” I giggled
listening to the song that he was whistling. It was ‘Twinkle,
Twinkle, Little Star’ song. “What are you doing here?” I showed
him the cigarette box and he took it away quickly. “What do you
want?” He asked me. “Can..can you teach me how to smoke?” I
brave myself to ask him. “Bfft..ha ha ha ha ha..” He burst out
loud at my question. “Stupid.” Was all he said. Well, it did
sound stupid.
That
night, I opened up to him. I told him everything about my life and my
wish. He did not laugh but he smiled at me. “So..you want to go to
the sea?” He asked me and I nodded. He was giggling and patted my
head. He suddenly stood up and said “I promise you that I’ll
bring you to the sea and I will definitely show you how amazing the
sea is!” He gave me hope and meaningful promise. That was the first
time I felt joy leaping into my heart. I wondered what kind of
feeling that he had when he spoke those words to me. His genuine
smile gave me trust and will to keep on living until the day the
messenger of death took my life away.
In
order to bring me to the sea, he stole a car. I was scared but being
with him had given me the happiness that I longed for. On our way
there, he told me that he had brain cancer and would die soon. The
day he condemned of the remaining days and he took me out of the
hospital , it was the happiest moment ever! At least, I wanted to do
something for him to repay it. A favor for a favor.
As
we arrived at the sea, the sun was setting up. The world was an
orange hue in colour. “Hey..can you do me a favor?” When he said
that, I was truly happy that I can repay his favor so I nodded
happily. “Smile…” was all he said. “Huh? What do you mean by
‘smile’?” Puzzled by his word I demanded to know more. “When
I die, I want you to smile.” I could only smile and nodded. As the
glowing sea reflected the orange light, he held his last breath in my
embrace. Tears rolled down from my eyes, but my lips curved a very
broad smile. “I promised…didn’t I ..” I held his cold body on
the beach, watching the sunset. At that moment, I realized that there
was nothing to be afraid of, cause death would come for me soon and I
also knew that someone would be waiting for me with his hands opened
with an accepting smile. We both had fulfilled our promises and died
without regrets but only joy.
10th OcToBer 2012
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The
withered love.
“A
man with sweet words cannot be trusted at all! By using sweet words
and promises, they manipulated you easily!” Scolded my mother when
she found out that I have a boyfriend . “Mother….” “No! I
will not allow you to go to France with him!” At that moment I knew
that my mother was worried about me leaving for France with Albert.
“But mother…it is for my job.I had to write an article about the
culture and the architecture of France.” Explaining the details of
my work,I hoped that she would be eased by it. “But why with him?
That man?!” “He is an excellent photographer and besides,it is
safer to go with a man.At least he can protect me if bad things
happen.” After argueing with her for hours, at last she surrended
and blessed me for my journey to France.
St
Be`dart’s beautiful old square was silent on summer
afternoons,apart from the gentle splashing of the fountain and the
low murmur of the local chatter.Days had passed since my argument
with my mother.At this moment,time flowed slowly.Waiting for my
boyfriend,Albert ,I called out a waiter at the E`glise St.Jean’s
famous cafe` and ordered a cup of fresh brewed mocha` latte`.As time
passed,my patience was fading.I had fallen asleep.Some time in the
daylight,in the famous café` of E`glise St.Jean,at a small district
of St Be`dart, I had let my cheek rested against my sleeve,closing my
eyes slowly.Out of the blue, PRANG!!! A loud noise had woken me.It
was a broken cup,smashed and shattered on the floor.I eased myself
into a sitting position and peered through the window.I glanced at my
watch,registering with a jolt of annoyance,I took out my mobile phone
.No missed calls and no new messages. “Where are you, Albert?”, I
mouthed those words as I kept my gazed outside the window.
A
little past five,I had been waiting for him for almost two hours.
“This is too much!” Reaching my coat and purse, I paid the bill
at the counter and manouvred myself through the café`
entrance.Passing by the Brieuc valley,I sent Albert a message saying
that I would be waiting for him near the belfry of E`glise St.Jean.He
replied my message and wrote a mere word ‘okay’. The minutes
ticked by.Low clouds screwed down tight as a lid over the rooftops of
St Be`dart and the slopes of the Brieuc valley.But some time in the
evening ray,those clouds had slipped away.I waited for him until
sunset,where the twilight picturesque accompanied by my glassy eyes.
The
next day,it was a Wednesday,the last in July.A pale sun peered into
the sky as b lue as cobalt and as brittle as butterscotch in the
morning.That was how it was,bright and sharp,chill and crisp,the
morning where Albert’s real nature was reflected upon my own very
eyes.I called out Albert’s name over and over again in front of his
room.When I was about to give up,I heard sounds of footsteps inside
the room.I knocked on the door abd called his name again.No one was
answering .Were the footsteps my illusion or was he in his
room,trying to avoid me because of the day before when he broke his
promises to me? Curiosity killed the cats. I opened the unlocked door
and found him cheating on me. I dashed out of the room as fast as
possible .Tears rolled down my white porcelain cheek. Fifteen minutes
later, red cheeks, puffed eyes and breathless, I was hiding behind a
large willow tree, sobbing. A flash of pain throbbed my heart. My
eyelids felt warm caused by my tears.
After
I led out a cry, my tears soaked my face. Calmly, I walked passed by
the Brieuc valley and returned to my room, packing. I wrote a letter
to him, saying that I had finished my duty collecting the information
needed for my article and asked him to continue taking pictures of
the old buildings of St Be`dart and ended our relationship. While
waiting for my departure, I remembered my mother’s words about men.
They were unworthy of our trust. At that moment, regrets flowed into
my heart and I realized that every word she said was true.
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“The
House”
It had been raining all day. I could not
see the vast blue sky that I adored. As I kept watching the sky , the
rain was pouring even harder than before. Lightning flashed and the
thunder was roaring loudly. I glanced at the clock hanging on the
wall. “Midnight…..” As I was trying to make myself comfortable
on the pouffe , the door was flung open and a girl stood there in
soaked clothed. I could see her lips were moving as she kept talking
about something. I walked towards her and took a towel and put it
over her body. She was shivering. “The…..the…..the house…the
house…” She kept mentioning those words over and over again.
It was still raining cats and dogs outside.
The rain had blurred my vision to see any movement outside. I led her
to the pouffe and asked her to wait there and kept her mind calm. I
went to the kitchen to make a cup of hot coffee for her, as it was
very cold and she was freezing. I was completely at sea when I saw
blood on her clothes but I could not find any wound on her body.
After she had changed her clothes, I asked her to sleep on the bed.
She was too scared to say anything but when she held my hands, I
could feel that she was trembling hard as if she had seen a ghost.
The sun had risen and shone brightly on the
next morning. The birds were chirping happily and the fresh wind blew
with the fragrance of the blooming flowers. As I opened the window,
the sweet scent of spring puffed over my face. The girl had woken up
and sat on the chair while gazing outside the window. I served her
with pancakes and maple syrup for breakfast. She ate it with full of
appetite. “Thank you…” She said. On the dot, she stood in front
of me and walked towards the sink and began to wash the plates and
cups. “You don’t have to do it…”I told her. But, she kept
washing them.
The sun had risen high up on the sky. She
kept gazing at the abandoned house on the hill next to the rented
house. Her face was full with worries and wrath. “It is the time.”
I told myself. Quietly, I walked towards her and sat beside her. I
touched her shoulder gently and she looked at me. “What…what had
happened last night?” I asked. Out of the blue, tears felt down
from her crystal blue eyes. I knew something had happened and it was
a very awful thing only by looking into her glassy eyes.”The house”
She said while pointing her finger to the house that was standing on
the hill along with a big house.
She told me that she and her other friends
had rented the big house a few weeks ago. The owner told them to stay
out from a small and old house next to their rented house. Curiosity
kills the cat and the night before, all of them had decided to see
what was inside the old house. When they entered the house, it was
pitch black and they had to shine the house with a light from their
torchlight. While they were exploring the old house, they found a man
soaked with blood. At first, they thought that it was a doll, a human
replica but then the doll’s eyes were moving and they screamed
loudly.
It was too late for them to notice that the
man was holding a knife. She and her friends tried to escape from
that man, but only she managed to run away from that house to ask for
help. And my house was the closest house in that area. Her story had
frowned me. At that moment, I called for the police and they had
searched over the house. Her story was true and genuine. The
policeman found her friends’ corpse and there was no trace of the
killer. The policeman also found the owner’s corpse near the forest
that was soaked with his own blood.
The news about the violent killer was
spread throughout the country. Everyone were scared and the policeman
was doing their best effort to catch the criminal. The girl had been
taken to her family. Eventhough she had escaped from that killer, she
was still having that awful nightmare about that night. The abandoned
house was burnt into the ground . That house had witnessed a lot of
murder within forty years. At last, they had decided to make sure
that the house would be gone forever and perish with it’s sin.
A new house had been built on the hill.
Nobody knew who had built it, but nobody cared about it. Eventhough
two years had passed and the criminal was still on the run, the
policeman had stopped their effort and the case was still unclosed.
In a dark night when the full moon had been covered by the cloud and
the white roses were blooming, another body would be found. As the
white petals would be stained with red blood, another murder would
once again take place in the new house that was built on the land
that had been stained with blood for decades.
26th September 2012
The
Death Lover
"If
I were you,I would not believe those quiet eyes as I already knew
what would happen to you." I mouthed those words to a young girl
who had already dug her own grave.I could see her bright and lovely
face while she stepped into 'his' car.Her bright smile would fade
away.Her cherish life would end soon.Her beautiful white gown would
soon be soaked with thick red blood. "Get out of the car!"I
shouted. "Please...listen to me!Get out of that car!"I
shouted again.Out of the blue,I felt an unexplainable uneasiness
filled me.'His' wicked smile had angered me. "Get out of that
damn car!!"I shouted again. At that moment I remembered that I
was a ghost,a wandering spirit that was bound to this world.No one
would hear me,no one would see me and no one realised that this young
girl's life was at risk.NO ONE! I could only watch from afar.Watching
this pure and innocent young girl being raped and killed by
'him'.Waching 'him' buried her body next to my own rotten dead
body.Tears dropped from my glassy eyes. "Another one..."I
mouthed those words weakly. "If only I can go back to the
past..."I whisperred those words while watching 'him' stepped
into his light-blue car.
If
I remembered correctly,It was during summer in 2007 when I first met
'him'.The beach was the hottest spot for youth during summer.He drove
his car right in front of me and gave me a charming smile that had
melt my heart.He parked his car under a shady tree as I kept my gaze
at him.I could not see the face of the youth who stepped out of the
car.The feeling he gave me was like the purenessed of that
light-blue.The right hand of his,which was cleaning the side mirror
of the car,looked exceptionally beatiful.At that moment,my heart was
beating fast and my heart would lit with joy when I saw him smile.I
was head over heels over him.Those bright and happy moment would last
forever ,but what could I do? I loved him, I trully love d him.This
genuine love of mine could not be throw away .It would not dissappear
in a blink of time! "You are too young Elena!!"My father
shouted at me when I told him about my love. "But papa,I love
him.."I uttered those words with tears on my face."Love?!
Love?!What do you know about love?!" My father went berserk.My
mother who was sitting next to me held my hand tightly with a tender
and gentle smile on her face.My body was trembling .Trembled because
of fear. "John....listen to her.."My mother tried to calm
my father with her calm and gentle voice."NO!From this day
onward I forbid you from seeing him again Elena!" I cried for
one whole day.That was the saddest moment in my life .But that was
not the worst.
I
was grounded for almost a week.Then he came to my house at
midnight.He threw a pebble towards my window just like Romeo and
Juliet,where Romeo threw a pebble towards Juliet’s window to make
her notice him.My heart lit with joy.I opened the window and there he
was,wearing his leather jacket while smiling at me.As the winds blew
towards me,it brought along his scent.The cologne that he always
used. “Jason..” I smiled happily. “Get your things packed! We
will leave together, tonight.” He told me.Quickly I tossed all my
things on my bed and put them into my bag.I did not think wisely that
night.I justfollowed my heart,I wanted to be with him forever.I went
out through the window.I jumped and he caught me before I fell onto
the ground. “You..come….i’m glad you have come.” I mouthed
those words to his ear while hugging him tightly. “Of
course,Elena.Did I not tell you before.I love you.” Oh,my heart
leap with joy and I hugged him tighter.We rode in his car and went to
Las Vegas.We got married and lived in Texas.I was happy,very happy
that I could be with him,happy that we were tied as a married couple
and happy that he would be with me forever.But I was wrong.Completely
wrong!
It
was a cold and bitter night.I heard the sound of heavy footsteps
pounding on the floor above me.Suddenly,the footsteps stopped.I
turned around and he was not there.I woke up and took a blanket and
wrapped it over my body.I looked out of the window to find that his
light-blue car was there.I searched over the house for him and
suddenly,my foot stopped in front of a room.I never knew that there
was this kind of room before.As I turned the door knob,he was behind
me.Smiling wickedly.Later that morning,I woke up by the chirping of
the birds outside.I looked around and I noticed that I was no longer
in my bedroom.I began to feel nauseous. “What is this place?” I
asked. There was blood everywhere.Out of the blue,the door was flung
opened and he stood there while holding a chainsaw. “Jason…what
is going on?” I asked him. “Shhhh….be quite..you are a good
girl,right Elena?” I could sense danger at that moment but I could
not do anything.He tied me to the sink. Suddenly,the noise from the
tap ceased. “What are we doing in this dirty washroom?” I asked
him again. “Just be a good girl.” He went out,leaving me inside
the washroom alone .
I
clung on tightly to the tap that was dripping water.Nauseous
overwhelmed me.As the sun had risen high up on the vast blue sky,he
returned.Once again,he returned to me while holding a chainsaw.He
touched my face gently and smiled broadly. “Jason..let me
go…please..”I begged at him. “Shhh….” Suddenly he grabbed
my hair and pulled it harshly. “Arghh!!!” I screamed din pain.
“What did I tell you before? Be a good girl…”He slapped me .
“What..wha…what did I do?” I asked him weakly “You are a
bad,bad girl!!” once again he slapped me with his rough hand and
this time harder than before. Blood was dripping from my nose. I
trembled hard.He touched my face and glared at me. “You are a bad
girl! I will kill you, bitch!!” Blood was splashed and soaked his
body.He laughed.He laughed wholeheartedly that day. At thirteen
minutes past noon,when no cool breeze was blowing,he dragged my cold
dead body into the forest.Bones were everywhere,human’s skeleton
were scattered everywhere in the forest.Then,he threw me into the
hole that he had dug earlier. “Have a cozy sleep my darling…”
His last words to me before he left.
Since
that day,I had been haunting him.My unrest soul would always be
haunting him until the day my vengeance fulfilld.Until his body had
united with the soil,until the day his body was left with no flesh
but his bony skeleton, I shall always haunt him as I kept watching
more and more death upon me.
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