Kaila
From the window of my bedroom, I could see that dusk had quickly arrived. While the darkness began to show, the moon and stars started to shine. It was already night, but I could recognize everything inside my room, for it was awash in the silver moonlight which would only disappear if I closed the windows.I could see the solid dark shadows that indicates the carriage house and the stables. The moon, like a thin wafer of pale lemon, hung impaled upon the slender shaft of a solitary pine standing on the grassy hill, but now covered with snow. Everything below seemed luminous, glowing dreamlike in the cold moonlight.The hither and thither movements of the cold air chilled me, so I closed the windows and lowered the pink drapes. I turned on the lights, took my pink backpack and notes to the desk, and answered my assignments.Though I had a wealthy family, I would never reckon with the servants and tutors. I wasn't an ambitious girl; I just wanted to live a simple life like anyone else. I also hate those maids who followed me wherever I would go. The people around seemed putting me inside a cage, that every small movement I made, they captured it.My mom owned vast land she inherited from our ancestors. That land was the whole town where we currently reside. Meanwhile, my father was a notorious man in the city because of his numerous businesses and companies.Though I was their only daughter, I'd never aspire to inherit their wealth; I just wanted to live a simple and peaceful life. Many people believed that having a lot of money would lead someone into danger, and I was one of them.After I finished my homework, I fixed my things and put them back inside my backpack. I donned my pink sneakers and went downstairs. I counted every step I took and collided with whatever I could, to find some solace. I continued to the living room and sat down on the couch."Amara? Amara!" I called my personal maid who hurriedly got near to serve me. "Can you please turn on the TV?" I laid down on the couch.Amara had been working for us for over five years. She was already twenty-four, and I was treating her as my elder sister since I didn't have either sister nor brother. I only had parents, and I didn't know how to live without them."Kaila, just tell me if you need something, I'm going to the kitchen to prepare your dinner." Amara left me and continued to the kitchen.Flash report: “A wealthy couple named Clark and Aya Breaks were found lifeless inside the Sunshine hotel. The police are now investigating the heinous crime. We are conveying our condolences to the families and friends of the couple named Clark and Aya Breaks.”"Mom? Dad?" I jumped out of the couch and shouted with mixed emotions.The servants ran towards me and saw what was on the television. They tried to soothe me, but my tears dripped down the floor. No words could express how I felt, and no scale could measure how much I wept. I was both sad and mad: sad that my parents were gone and mad to those merciless inhuman who killed them."Please bring me to my parents; I need to see them now!" I ordered."Sorry Kaila, but we can't bring you there now, especially since we don't know where they brought your parents' corpse. Maybe we can go there tomorrow morning?" Amara guessed. "It's already night, you should go to the dining room and eat your dinner."I didn't mind Amara. My rheums would not stop dripping. I didn't know what to do, what I only knew was that I wanted to see my parents. Many hours had elapsed, but I was still lopsidedly lying on the couch, hiding and pressing my face against the couch. It was just yesterday when we were so happy. I could not believe that everything would turned into memories."Kaila, please eat your dinner. Nothing will happen if you'll only lie there," Amara advised . She was about to say something when I interrupted."Just leave me alone!" I shouted. "I want to see my parents!""Okay Kaila, I would leave you here because I'm also drowsy. Just go to the dining room if you want to eat." Amara walked out of the living room.I stood up and turned off the television and lights. If I could also turn off myself, I already did that, so that I could not feel the pain. I sat down on the couch once more, waiting for daybreak so I could see my parents. I could not believe that they would die so easily as that, because they had many guards who were always with them.While stifling myself, there were many questions crossing my mind. Such as how could I live without my parents? How could I manage everything without their help? How could I give equity and justice for their death? Perhaps it would be better if I died too.I was trying to stop breathing, but I could not really waste the opportunity to live in this cruel world. I could not prevent myself from breathing, because I lacked the courage to do that. I knew that ending my life could not solve the problems.I suddenly jumped off the couch and cried, "Don't leave me alone!"The whole living room suddenly turned light. I saw Amara and the other maids who were going towards me. I could see mercy and care in their eyes which seemed to tell me not to give up. I sat down again on the couch, and Amara also sat down beside me."I believe that you can, and I will never leave you even whatever happened." Amara tried to convinced me as she made me laid down.I laid down on the couch with my head perched on her legs. She also leaned on the upper part of the couch while the other maids went back to the room where they were taking a rest.I never found a way to fill all the silence. In the weeks that followed the greatest tragedy of my life, I jumped from my bed every morning, donned my pink sneakers, a black leather coat with a hood and went out of my dark room. Every morning, I would do a step-by-step move on the winding stairs and look at the paintings hanging on the wall.Whatever I would do, I could not forget my parents. Everything seemed gone from me: my happiness, my courage, and my weaknesses had scattered. The kind of life I had was meaningless; it did not had any destination; it was just flying with the cold breeze.Sitting on the concrete stairs in the front of the mansion, wist deep in thought because if I'd think of my parents, I didn't feel so alone. Looking at the groves and copses of trees came whip-crack sounds as the slight breeze moved their icy branches.The sunsets had changed. They were not as beautiful as they looked before. I had memories of my parents being everywhere around the mansion. I did
Lil"Help! Help!" I shouted.I sprang out of my bed and realized that everything was just a bad dream. My room's door screamed decrepitude, and I saw my mother walking towards me in her old pajamas.The wooden bed was cracking when she sat down on it."Why were you shouting? Is there something wrong?" She queried."Nothing, I just had a bad dream and it seemed real," I replied."Dream? It's the first time that you've had a dream."Perhaps I shouted because I had never experienced having any dreams before. I always slept well every night, and I sometimes took a nap in the afternoon. Was there something wrong with why I had a bad dream?I remembered the old man who gave me a bluish cloud. He was the only weird thing that happened. He told me it was a power, but it seemed to have no effect. He might be fooling me too, and that didn't have any connection with my dream.He could be insane and was only trying to turn me into a monkey. Did I look so weak that many people were underestimating
In my brain I screamed, "Yohoo—I can live forever!"I slightly shifted my hands on my chest back and forth several times. It was incredible! I could not believe that I had that kind of power. I didn't need to be afraid anymore. Even if someone tried to cut me into pieces, I would only laugh at them.Many impossible things have happened to me since I met that old, weird man. He was undoubtedly powerful, for he made my dream come true. I became a superhuman! But something crossed my mind: about the condition he wanted to tell me.I didn't know if I had that condition in order to become a superhero. I admitted it was my mistake. I didn't listen to what he wanted to say. However, I didn't worry too much, because there was nothing that could be hidden forever. I was pretty sure I would discover that thing soon.Though I already had the power, it never entered my mind to stop schooling. I wanted to see my classmates who were studying their notes, writing something on their papers, answering
KailaI was holding my chin on the windowpane, looking at the sky filled with low-flying snow clouds, though there was a break through which the sun shone. Some trick of prismlike crystal, some sun-and-moisture phenomenon, gave the falling snowflakes color, and as they materialized in the sunlight, twinkling downward, they seemed to vanish.I might have had a very long dream about the old woman who offered me a pinkish cloud. I didn't know what to believe. Perhaps everything was only a dream, because when I woke up, I was lying on my bed. Perhaps everything was only a dream and I fell asleep when I was having a conversation with my personal maid.I was feeling bored of sitting on the chair by the window. Just a while ago, when I woke up, I decided to open them so that the darkness would disappear. I realized that everything around me was not doing anything wrong to me, and it would be better if my bedroom wasn't dark, because darkness seemed to swallow me.Picture-perfect memories wer
Many days passed by, but I hadn't gotten any information about those merciless gangsters who killed my parents. I had already sent some men to find them. The police, too, didn't have any update regarding this. I should create posters telling people that they could receive a big reward if they could tell me anything about my parents' death.It was already night. I was alone in my room.I lie alone on my bed, listening to music and thinking of my parents until it hurts. But what else could I do? Tormented and torn apart.If my parents were not dead, I wouldn't be lying on that bed anymore. Perhaps I was playing outside the mansion, traveling to other places, sightseeing, and learning about how immense the world was. But everything that happened was the opposite of what I wanted.The light inside my room suddenly disappeared. I could see nothing but darkness. I could feel the cool air from the window's crack. The hairs on my arms and legs stood up as the diaphanous curtains danced with th
LilIt was a sunny day. I occasionally visit our farm or the market to help my parents with their work. I wasn't a hard-working boy; I was only doing the things I could and wanted to do. Why should I do something I couldn't? Especially if there was no good reason for doing it?The life of a sixteen-year-old boy like me was so monotonous. From Monday to Friday, I walked back and forth between home and school. Sometimes, I frown and shrug while sitting on the bench, looking at the blue sky, wondering when I could ride my silver plane and go anywhere around the planet.Change was inevitable. Everything might change. My dreams, my appearance and identity, my learning, preferences, my beliefs, and many other things had changed. If in the past, I let someone bully me, then I would never let them do that again. I didn't believe in magic, but without doubt, it existed. Teacher Jayne was right: "You would only believe in something if you had experienced it."I took the road to the farm where m
Death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, deathI was lying down on my wooden bed with my hands on my nape. I hadn't slept well thinking about the crime I'd committed. I remembered the way my hands punched the two women.Those happenings were so fast, and as always, the regret was in the last part. It was all my mistake that I was so weak and there was nothing I could do to stop my hands from doing that crime. Perhaps that thing was part of the power the weird old man meant. If I wasn't mistaken, that power wasn't called power anymore, but a curse.What did I do wrong that the old man gave me that kind of power? It was just stupendous at first, but I could not squeamishly see that I
Kaila"What am I doing here?" I asked myself.My world tottered. It seemed like there was an earthquake in the place where I was. though there wasn't even a small plot of land. I seemed to be in a vacuum."Hey, Kaila, wake up!" The woman's voice exclaimed.I sprang out of my bed and realized I had a dream. A dream about the void I saw Amara was sitting on the bed beside me. Now I knew that she was the one who had shook me and had been trying to wake me up."Good afternoon, Kaila." Amara greeted me and smiled sweetly."Afternoon?" I asked in a shocked voice."Yeah, it's already afternoon. Try to look outside your window so that you can see that the sun is already at the center of the unblemished sky."I donned my pink sneakers and went towards the window. I raised the curtains and glimpsed the scene beyond. Amara wasn't joking in her words that it was already afternoon, but she was wrong about saying that the sun was already in the center of the sky. I could only see the gray clouds in