Ksnyatin Point, Part 16
Writer's note: I promised to post this a bit earlier, but things got delayed because this week was really busy - my friend got ill and I had to spend my free time with him in a hospital and after he got better, it was my turn to get ill, so sorry for making you wait. :)
And I just wanted to point out that the story will be more and more often told by other characters, because things got a bit too... big to be told only by Lucia.
Some trivia: I used bubbleblower animations in a picture in which Jareth is talking to Rose. That thing always makes me giggle, because... eh, whatever, feel free to make your own conclusions. :D
September 19th, Monday
(told by Jareth - it's a quick view into his mind to show his emotional state)
When I try to think about the last night, I start to see things which are not real.
A big figure comes out of the dark and takes Lucia away with him, do terrible things to her, tortures her, kills her again and again, kills her thousand times in a row in my head.
I slowly raise my gun and shoot at him a thousand times, but I miss my target and he kills her again.
Where will I be tomorrow? Maybe I will wake up locked in a big white room - big, but not big enough for freedom and imagination. If Lucia decides to tell somebody, this is exactly what is going to happen and I am not going to blame her for this - I know that she has got a wrong impression about our society, but, actually, if not it, she wouldn't be there, Ksnyatin wouldn't be there.
The role of a hero can be a burden sometimes.
No one must know what happened in the woods that night.
Yellow light of the streetlight pierces the darkness and illuminates my room.
This room now hides the biggest sinner of this world and I can hear its walls echo with the cold sound of evil.
I tried hanging a King Crimson poster against the window, but the light still finds its way through it, so my room is never completely dark. Some people fear this place because of who used to live there before, but it’s a nonsense, they should be afraid of me. I took somebody else’s life.
And I am worried about Lucia, because I am a wolf.
What happened to her house is easy to recognise and the further scenario is too easy to guess.
It's an awful thing to say, but grief is the real killer. One must never grief anything or anyone. The grief is curled deep inside of every of us and is looking for a way out. If it finds a way, it flows into our blood first, then it starts to flow through your mouth, eyes and every single pore of your body and you can't think of anything else. If you let it out, that's the end of you.
It's funny that some things don't look horrible until you see them from the outside. That's why I love watching movies. Cinema is truth 24 frames per second.
Rose likes movies too.
It is said that a hair color is the first thing woman changes when she wants to change her life. If that's true, then Rose must hate her life. She had copper hair when I saw her the first time.
Then followed blue, pink and purple.
I think that it was Jack who introduced us to each other two years ago.
- Hey, do you think that we can find some free space in our garage?
- I doubt that, it's already full. Why?
- Rose,- and Jack pointed to a tiny teenager who was sitting still the whole evening,- bought a moped and her father said to get rid of that monster. I think that we ought William a favour, she's his sister, I mean.
"This sweet sixteen girl rides a moped? Is that a joke?", I thought at first.
But this sweet sixteen girl was actually seventeen and she rode her moped better than any guy I know.
We spent the whole evening laughing, she even enjoyed my story about the oil filter. Though I still can't understand her passion for Yamahas.
We fell in love during the time of blue hair.
Rose used to change her appearance so often that it's sometimes hard for me to remember how does her face look like.
The purple period was a hell.
It took her a few minutes to answer my call that evening - that was unusual.
Her woice was trembling and I could say that she had been crying. I said that I'll come to pick her up after 15 minutes.
- I think that we should never,- answered Rose,- see each other again.
- What?
- I don't want to talk about that right now. Factory twenty three...
... and she put down the handset, or rather someone else did that for her.
We used to go to a rundown factory sometimes and when we said "factory 15", it meant "let's meet in the factory at 15 o'clock". I went there at 23.00 and waited till the morning, but she didn't show up.
They put bars over her window I and never saw her in the town again. I know that Rose is still in Ksnyatin, but my mind refuse to believe that they don't let her out of the building.
But it was William's job, probably. No one else hated our relationship as much as he did.
I wonder what color is her hair now.
***
And I just wanted to point out that the story will be more and more often told by other characters, because things got a bit too... big to be told only by Lucia.
Some trivia: I used bubbleblower animations in a picture in which Jareth is talking to Rose. That thing always makes me giggle, because... eh, whatever, feel free to make your own conclusions. :D
September 19th, Monday
(told by Jareth - it's a quick view into his mind to show his emotional state)
When I try to think about the last night, I start to see things which are not real.
A big figure comes out of the dark and takes Lucia away with him, do terrible things to her, tortures her, kills her again and again, kills her thousand times in a row in my head.
I slowly raise my gun and shoot at him a thousand times, but I miss my target and he kills her again.
Where will I be tomorrow? Maybe I will wake up locked in a big white room - big, but not big enough for freedom and imagination. If Lucia decides to tell somebody, this is exactly what is going to happen and I am not going to blame her for this - I know that she has got a wrong impression about our society, but, actually, if not it, she wouldn't be there, Ksnyatin wouldn't be there.
The role of a hero can be a burden sometimes.
No one must know what happened in the woods that night.
Yellow light of the streetlight pierces the darkness and illuminates my room.
This room now hides the biggest sinner of this world and I can hear its walls echo with the cold sound of evil.
I tried hanging a King Crimson poster against the window, but the light still finds its way through it, so my room is never completely dark. Some people fear this place because of who used to live there before, but it’s a nonsense, they should be afraid of me. I took somebody else’s life.
And I am worried about Lucia, because I am a wolf.
What happened to her house is easy to recognise and the further scenario is too easy to guess.
It's an awful thing to say, but grief is the real killer. One must never grief anything or anyone. The grief is curled deep inside of every of us and is looking for a way out. If it finds a way, it flows into our blood first, then it starts to flow through your mouth, eyes and every single pore of your body and you can't think of anything else. If you let it out, that's the end of you.
It's funny that some things don't look horrible until you see them from the outside. That's why I love watching movies. Cinema is truth 24 frames per second.
Rose likes movies too.
It is said that a hair color is the first thing woman changes when she wants to change her life. If that's true, then Rose must hate her life. She had copper hair when I saw her the first time.
Then followed blue, pink and purple.
I think that it was Jack who introduced us to each other two years ago.
- Hey, do you think that we can find some free space in our garage?
- I doubt that, it's already full. Why?
- Rose,- and Jack pointed to a tiny teenager who was sitting still the whole evening,- bought a moped and her father said to get rid of that monster. I think that we ought William a favour, she's his sister, I mean.
"This sweet sixteen girl rides a moped? Is that a joke?", I thought at first.
But this sweet sixteen girl was actually seventeen and she rode her moped better than any guy I know.
We spent the whole evening laughing, she even enjoyed my story about the oil filter. Though I still can't understand her passion for Yamahas.
We fell in love during the time of blue hair.
Rose used to change her appearance so often that it's sometimes hard for me to remember how does her face look like.
The purple period was a hell.
It took her a few minutes to answer my call that evening - that was unusual.
Her woice was trembling and I could say that she had been crying. I said that I'll come to pick her up after 15 minutes.
- I think that we should never,- answered Rose,- see each other again.
- What?
- I don't want to talk about that right now. Factory twenty three...
... and she put down the handset, or rather someone else did that for her.
We used to go to a rundown factory sometimes and when we said "factory 15", it meant "let's meet in the factory at 15 o'clock". I went there at 23.00 and waited till the morning, but she didn't show up.
They put bars over her window I and never saw her in the town again. I know that Rose is still in Ksnyatin, but my mind refuse to believe that they don't let her out of the building.
But it was William's job, probably. No one else hated our relationship as much as he did.
I wonder what color is her hair now.
***