When I Was Nine 소설 & 이야기

I stood inside of my old house, years before we had ever decided to leave. It was a year after my Dad had died, making me nine years old. The deep navy sofa was still old and lumpy, but newer than I remembered seeing it. There were no lipstick stains from Alyssa and I, or small tears from the time I brought a stray kitten home. My nine-year-old self sat on the couch, bare toes almost reaching the floor. I had a bowl of popcorn in my hands, smiling at the television as some colorful movie played. Dim light from the moon peered through the sheer curtains in the living room. While I recognized this as one of mine and Mom's frequent movie nights, I had no recollection of this particular memory.

Feeling ko tuloy wala na ako sa totoong mundo. Ang ganda ng silid... Sa bandang kaliwa... pinapasok nila ako. Turulungan pa sana ako maligo. Hehehe...di na ako 3 years old. Kaya ko maligo mag-isa. Pagdating ko sa bath tub... Ayyy... Jin .. Uwi na ako sa amin. Di ako sanay ng ganto... Talagang wala ako sa tunay na mundo. With floating pink flowers pa. Ang sosyal...

She always overlooked the traditional, mundane things and was instead drawn to the captivating and macabre. No wonder why she liked me. I was definitely a disturbing mix of genes. Yet I wondered how fast she’d run if she only knew who both my parents were. “I guess I can’t tease,” I decided, trying not to feel guilty about tricking her into thinking I was actually good enough to be her soul mate. “When I was nine, I befriended a rat.”

I don't know if I was lacking or too much so that I could hear them from them. What I heard is too painful for me ... I was only 8 years old, turning 9, that time. My young mind still can't digest it completely. But I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise of your intelligence and I could understand then so I could understand everything they said or curse. I thought it was okay with them that I was here. I thought they were happy every time they saw me. But, I was wrong all along ... For almost 9 years.

I can't give in to this oblivion. When I was nine years old, I remember one day in which I got into an accident. I had fought with my mom that day, gotten mad, jumped on my tiny bicycle and pedalled down the lane and into the woods. Long story short, I got into a collision with a motorcycle and injured myself badly. I remember having got a glass somewhere inside my arm from the headlights of the motorcycle and my father told me that I had to get operated on otherwise it could cause an infection in my body.

Chapter 11 The sun was up in the sky when I woke up the next day. Since I had nothing to do for the day, I took my time getting out of bed and crawling my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower before hitting the gym. I stared at myself in the mirror and sigh at plain Jane staring right back at me. Every day, I am reminded I am nothing without my smart brain. That was the only appealing part of me. Except that isn't true…

When I was nine years old... I can't remember everything ever since I woke up beside a tree, save my name only and my pet owl, Acro. I sought help to feed my hungry stomach in every house I saw in the woods. But I did knock on the door of greedy men. They fed me and later sold me as a slave. They tied my hands with a rope attached to a donkey and dragged me along it. For several hours, I suffered fatigue from that seemingly endless march across the hot places. Beseeching for rest was futile.

he murmured while walking. Scenes from the past flashed back into his mind and it made him dizzy. So, he sat down on the bed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But rather than whisking the images, the darkness when he shut his eyes even created a clearer moment: It was when he was nine. During that time, normal kids would often play games with their friends. Either brick game in video game, cap guns, card pyramid, marbles, matchbox collection, pinwheels, street game, hide and seek, snake and ladder, etc…

“No, you haven’t changed at all. You are still the old annoying fucker who always got us in trouble.” I couldn’t help but laugh. He was lying through his teeth. I can still remember the times he got us both in trouble. There was that time when we were nine and he told me that if we jumped into a well, we would be able to shift faster than the other pubs our age.

TALON **** Nine. At the age of nine, I ran out of the blood that sustained me. For a year, I struggled silently, unwilling to reveal how deeply it affected me. I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy without it, but my efforts only led to restlessness, unconsciousness, and sleepless nights. The cold crept in, the bed felt foreign. Who could I confide in? Who would listen to the plea of a vampire boy thrust into a family where he never belonged? The memory of that fateful day still haunts me.