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18 The Beautiful Locations
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The Search for Freedom 19 The Whole Story
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
The Search for Freedom 20 The Old Woman
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
The Search for Freedom 21 The Body Snatchers
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
The Search for Freedom 22 The First Kiss
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
The Search for Freedom 23 The New Worker
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 Search for Freedom 24 The Power of Vision
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
The Search for Freedom 25 The Bruises
LilI sprang from my bed and donned my blue slippers. I could feel the warm sunlight entering the small holes in the ceiling. It was the first time I woke up late in the morning. I knew that I would be late to my class that day. I was so exhausted that I slept for more than ten hours, and I could still feel the pain in my abdomen.I grabbed my towel from the line. The door cried out when I opened it. I entered and shut the door, hung my towel on the holder and got naked.I noticed the fist-sized, red bruises on my abdomen and was perplexed as to why they hadn't healed, despite the fact that even a large cut on my hand would normally heal on its own, but why not? Perhaps it wasn't part of my body or anything else about the power that was given to me by the old man. I didn't care about that anymore. What was more important, I was breathing.My awareness became active when the cold water poured down on me. I wasn't sure how I should feel, whether I should be happy or sad because of what
The Search for Freedom 26 The Distinctions
I knew my parents were already doubting something was happening to me, especially that there were many times they saw evidence of that. My mother might have already noticed many weird things. I knew that even though she would not ask me, she could sense that as my mother.How many innocent people do I need to kill? How many people would be bereaved because of me? How many sins do I need to commit before I can be free? I was only lucky that no one was searching for me or who witnessed those crimes.Everyday, I walked the streets back and forth. And though I was sometimes lazy, I could endure anything for my dreams. Every time I saw Teacher Jayne, my tiredness would disappear. Her smile gave me happiness, and her soft voice gave me strength. That might sound un-contemplated, but I wanted to marry her.I sat on the bench under the shade of a huge tree that seemed older than the campus. I didn't know why our principal would not let anyone cut that tree; perhaps a dryad who lived inside. O
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