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6 The Things I Admired
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The Search for Freedom 7 The Puzzle
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
The Search for Freedom 8 The Zombie Boy
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
The Search for Freedom 9 The Two Ladies
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
The Search for Freedom 10 The Annoying Curse
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
The Search for Freedom 11 The Life Mysteries
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
The Search for Freedom 12 The Unwanted Instinct
Another day passed by; another day full of sadness, another day of regrets, another day of taking the winding stairs, another day of talking with Amara and the other servants, and another day that I wasted. Tomorrow was another day, and after tomorrow there would be another day, and so on, another day. It only meant one thing: that life was just a series of monotonous days and nights.What if I use the pinkish cloud to go somewhere? so that I wouldn't be bored with repeating things in the mansion? Nonsense. I didn't even know how to summon that thing, but how much more control it to go somewhere I wanted? I didn't know if the old woman really gave me power or if she just cheated me, because I never had the power she was talking about. She only gave me a headache and work, which I could get nothing out of. Where was the power she'd mentioned? I sighed again, though I knew I could live without any power.I had been sitting on the upholstered couch looking at the paintings made by a famo
The Search for Freedom 13 The Unknown Murderer
LilMany days had passed since the crime my hands committed, but I was still thinking about those things, and it was difficult for me to concentrate in my studies as a result.My grades, my performance, my attitude, my atmosphere, my life, everything was affected by the incident.All those days, I had staggered to my feet and swayed a little, walking down a quiet street, flabbergasted. Looking at the aligned structures, they were also showing sadness. Sometimes I sat on the riverbank, frowning and shrugging while looking at the sun going down on the horizon. The sunlight seemed cold instead of scorching rays.I couldn't think well, sleep well, breathe well, speak well, or even calm myself. I was going to lose my sanity. But I was still lucky that even though the curse could control my body, I had been thinking normally.I asked myself why I was still thinking about the crime. I wasn't the one who did it, but someone who cheated me. I've never experienced that kind of thing before, so I
The Search for Freedom 14 The Absent Friend
Avoiding the eyes of people, avoiding gossip, and avoiding the things that made me remember the sin I committed. I avoided the attack of conscience, though it was unavoidable.The gossipers surpassed the market, the news outpaced the virus, people's eyes vanquished the juries, and everything conquered the one being pursued by death when avoiding me.However, nothing could outpace my family. Because even if the strongest hurricane struck, they would never abandon me, and I was grateful to some people who were willing to sacrifice their happiness for someone they cared about.I was sitting on my chair inside our classroom and looking at the door, but I had slipped into a reverie when I saw someone. Someone who has made me fall in love since the first day of school.Jayne Salvador, our beautiful teacher, entered the room. She was in a collared white shirt and jeans, though she was still beautiful in whatever clothes she would wear, even if she would wear undergarments. She had a high nos
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