LilI walked down the street, listening to my own heartbeat and counting my own footsteps, so that the tiredness would turn into solace. It was quite weird; there was no one outside their houses, and the doors and windows were all closed. I might be the only one outside. Even the beggars who were sitting on the street-side before had disappeared.I didn't care what other people would do. They had their freedom and it was their life. They were in charge of themselves. Perhaps I was thinking about that thing because I cared. An emotional defense mechanism I learned that everyone had a responsibility to each other; their lives were adjoining; and no one could live alone, except me."What else can I do?" was the question that always stayed in my mind. I knew I could do something in every situation. But if not, I could still hope that everything would be fine. I hoped that my inference wasn't true and that my friend would be alright soon.Eventually, I arrived near the gate of my friend's
My father wasn't totally a cruel man. What he did was a way of showing care and worry. Scolding a child was a way of disciplining them. He still had a heart that even though I did something wrong, he wouldn't hurt me. My father was so full of love that he could recognize even the smallest mistake I made, but he didn't know the greatest mistake of my life. I didn't know what to expect from his reaction if he knew I killed someone. Would he listen to my explanation? I really need courage before telling him.I was afraid of hurting and killing someone, though I was hurt. I didn't want them to experience what I experienced. I was afraid of being imprisoned, though sometimes I fought those bullies. I was afraid of doing something unlawful. I was afraid of myself. I was afraid of the things my body could do. The dark magic in me was a stroke of a stray curse.Sitting on the chair, looking at the bowl of sweet-potato-chips in front of me, I sometimes softly squeezed my nose, catching the fli
KailaI didn't know why the boy named Nick visited me yesterday. He came just to say hello and left before nightfall without saying goodbye. He talked a lot about his family. He told me that his parents wanted to negotiate with me. But I didn't believe him. They might only cheat me and plunder the wealth I inherited from my ancestors. I needed time to think things through. Maybe I needed to meet his parents to know if he was telling the truth.Many things were messing with my mind. I had woken up, and I remembered the dream I had. It had been many days since the last time I had a dream, but just last night I dreamed again about the place where there was nothing but emptiness. I didn't even know what kind of place it was. I didn't even know why I was dreaming about that place. Maybe it was an indication, but an indication of what? Did that indicate emptiness? Maybe it indicated that I would be empty, that nobody would be left behind."Nick nock nick nock," the steady, recurrent ticking
I was going towards the window of my bedroom when something appeared in front of me. What the hell? This again? The pinkish cloud which did nothing but cause pain? I was wrong. I wasn't lucky that day. However, instead of the pinkish cloud that was going to absorb me, there was someone who stepped outside of it.This was her again: the antiquated and ugly woman. Her appearance had not changed, nor even the clothes that she was wearing: a leather coat and long pants. She had long, curly hair that was spread around her back. But the most eerie part was her face, which I could not look directly at, so I just looked down at the floor to avoid it."How dare you show your face again after everything you did to me? You're such a wicked, contemptible hag!" I shouted.She laughed at me and asked, "Are you not happy to see me?""How can I be happy to see the old woman who cheated me? You told me that you were going to give me power, but what kind of power is this?""If you won't stop scolding m
LilI was feeling tired, confused and discouraged about being there. In the park, sitting on the white bench covered with shades of tall trees I didn't know. I didn't know what was happening. I laterally saw a motorcycle with two men riding on it. They passed by using the road several feet in front of me."Help! The thieves had snatched my purse!" A woman yelled like a pig.She was wearing a white shirt, black skirts, black sandals, and jewelry that glittered when hit by sunlight. She was stunning and possibly wealthy. They were circling around the park. The purse might have had a sentimental value and there was money in it why she would never stop chasing the two men.I knew I could no longer look at those who were taking the circling road around the park. They were making me feel dizzy. Those snatchers seemed to be playing with a woman who wasn't happy with what they were doing.They circled around the park many times until I stood up and walked towards the roadside. When I jumped a
I had power from the old man, and I was expecting that nobody could kill me, that I could live forever in this world; I wasn't wrong in my expectations. I didn't feel any pain coming from my body anymore. Not because I was already dead, but because of magic. Magic that helped me and gave me another chance to breathe.My world resumed from turning around, and the fight wasn't finished yet. I pushed myself against the road with my strong arms and slowly stood up. I slightly craned my neck and faced the trouble. I jumped, and with all my force, kicked the snatcher's nape, then he tumbled down.What was I thinking when I couldn't control myself once more? The curse might have been aroused. The man wanted to stand up after being knocked down, but he could not raise himself. He crawled on the rough road. My feet cautiously followed him until they kicked the merciless man who could not even show mercy to himself. He ricocheted against the wall and totally met his smiling death. His head crac
KailaWhat on earth was I told that there were too many other people, but why me? Was there no other beautiful girl in the world that all the punishments were given to me? After many times that the old woman—who looked like a hag—cheated me, I was afraid that that ugly woman might cheat me again. She was so hateful that she couldn't see the wrong things she did.I would never trust anyone again, especially those boys, because they would only fool me. I would spend my time doing something that could make me happy and make me forget the greatest tragedy that happened. I would not look for those things which I didn't have; instead I would be contented with what I had. I realized that the more I searched for something, the more it became impossible to find.What happened didn't show a bad result from all angles. There were always positive sides to every situation. I didn't need to worry about negotiating with Nick's parents, and I would not think about that boy anymore. Especially since I
The appearance of a handsome man could not be erased from my mind. The way he kissed my hand, the way he looked at me, and the way he'd smile. Why should I think about that man? What a dimwit I was. How could I fulfill my promise, that I wouldn't trust and be closed to anyone, if I was showing the fragile version of myself again?The same with the glass that was so easily broken and, after being broken, couldn't be repaired again, and the pain I got would stay forever. But I didn't worry too much because if the glass had broken, it could be used for other things. Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me.I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd