Forever: Maybe It's Not Worth It
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||[ A Meaningful Beginning]
[ All There Is To Wish]
[ Light At The End of The Tunnel]
[ The Day That Ends It All]
[ A Smile So Wide]
[ When You Thought It Was Over]||
I almost forgot to post this week's update coz of my history homework. Thanks to ulilulelo , I remember. Then again, she's my one-and-only loyal reader. Okay, I'm not paying attention to what I'm posting here since I don't remember much. But hope you like it!
Enjoy!
*goes back to homework*
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~VII~
SLAP!
It echoed sound and clear all over the room, causing everyone to turn toward them. A position that people expected no less of: the boy’s head turned toward a direction parallel to the girl’s hand, a red mark on his milk-coloured cheek, a shocked look on the boy’s face, and a cold expression on the girl’s face. Everybody winced, thinking that must’ve hurt.
The girl smiled a little, still a cold look on her face. ‘Now I’m satisfied.’ When the truth is, she wasn’t.
The boy rubbed his hit cheek, feeling the heat of the red mark. He winced a little, it definitely hurt. ‘What the hell did you do that for?’
But the girl didn’t answer, instead she went out of the classroom, without intenting to, dragging a few girls with her. ‘Why did you that? That’s one hell of a slap too at that.’
The girl waved her friend away as if her question wasn’t important at all. ‘I have my reasons,’ she said.
‘Which is what? I’ve been asking for a week and you never told me anything.’
The girl turned to her friend, her eyes sharper. ‘Look, it’s not important...well, it kinda is, for me-I mean, why else would I do it-but it doesn’t have anything to do with you, okay?’
Her friends looked at one another. Shrugging, they all walk back to class together.
Even though the girl had hit the boy’s cheek real hard and everybody else winced at the sight, it took the boy more than 24 hours to realize that the girl was clearly furious at him. It took him more than one whole day to actually go online like they always did-leaving the girl waiting for him to do it for weeks, irritated in the process.
‘I’m getting the feeling that you’re angry with me these days,’ the boy typed.
‘Really? What makes you think that?’ the girl asked, sarcastically.
‘Well, you’ve been ignoring me lately and two days ago you slapped my cheek, something’s definitely up.’
The girl rolled her eyes. Thank you, Capt. Obvious. ‘Oh, you noticed? I thought it’s just me. Oh, no, wait...the whole class knows!’
‘Well, you know I’m not sensitive like that, if you don’t tell me, I’ll never know. So if you give me the quiet-treatment again, I will only think that you simply don’t wanna talk and be totally fine with that.’
The girl got even more furious by this. How dare he tell her what to do when he clearly made her filled with rage, she simply couldn’t believe this. She didn’t type anything though. But she didn’t need to, her friend was typing.
‘Oh, soccer match’s on! Sorry, I’m off.’
The girl had had enough. She shut the chatroom closed, adding a new knowledge in her mind: next time she wouldn’t even bother being mad at him, it’s not worth it.
How long has it been since his friend shown up before his eyes wearing that very outfit, her school uniform, looking like a normal girl should? He wants to smile at the sight of her, he wants to smile when he sees her-the very familiar sight of her, the sight of her in all the casualties, despite what has happened the last few days. He sees her walking toward him. The boy wants to smile but he can’t help but to feel threatened as if the girl is there just to hurt him. He cannot help but to feel like he should guard himself. Unporpusefully, the boy steps back slowly, as if trying to find a weapon.
The girl moves closer and closer with unbelievable speed. At first it only seems like she is walking toward the boy, little by little it turns into little runs and slowly it turns into running and it then turns into a gallop, when the girl suddenly leaps forward as if charging toward the boy. The boy puts his across his face, shielding it from the girl’s attack as she jumps toward the boy, ready to strike. But her attacks come face to face with his arms instead, the ones shielding his face.
‘I’ve always known you were a coward, a total loser too, at that,’ the girl says, sommersaulting backwards, away from the boy.
The boy moves back in defense, out of reflex. ‘What?’ he asks, not believing he heard the girl’s voice and words.
‘You’re a loser, doesn’t matter that you’re some kind of secret agent-you’re a loser,’ the girl says, her eyes sharp. ‘And a lousy friend!’ At this, she moves forward so swiftly with a baseball bat in her hands-not sure how that gets in there-and ready to beat the crap out of her friend.
Good thing her friend’s a secret agent. If he’s anything but one, he would’ve been beat up real bad he mightn’t have survived. He leaps backward, pulling away from the girl’s attacks. The girl keeps striking with-what seems to be-unlimited amount of energy and unbelievable amount of speed.
‘What are you doing here? And why are you doing this to me?’ the boy asks while still busy trying to pull away from the attacks.
‘This is what I’ve been wanting to do to you all this time!’ she shouts. ‘You said you’re my best friend but you know nothing about me! You said you’re my best friend but you barely spend time with me! You said you’re my best friend but you just leave me alone!’ With every word, she moves forward, trying to hit her friend real hard, succeeding for only so much. The last word she says makes her kick her friend to the ground, getting the jackpot for once.
‘What? But-‘
The boy stumbles to the ground, looking awfully helpless and weak. His friend towers over him and crack her knuckles, like a big bully ready to give him a wedgy. ‘Any last words, my friend?’ the girl asks.
The boy just freezes, his mind as numb as if it’s been inside an ice cube too long. He cannot say he blames his friend. He’s seen this coming a number of times. He has been bailing out on his friend for far too many times and honestly, he is amazed at the fact that his friend has never done anything bad to him, even though he deserves it. Until now.
‘Yeah,’ he says, smirking. ‘Later.’
Then as quick and graceful as a gazelle, he jumps back to stand on his feet then he leaps forward, running away from his friend. Looking back, he makes sure she follows him. Oh, how right he is but how wrong if he thinks she cannot catch up to him. Suddenly she is next to him, faster than a cheetah. She looks at him, smiling with revenge written all over her face. He looks at her, caught off guard. She flings her hand sideways, striking her friend right at the stomach. She licks her upper lip as if drips of blood are there, her friend’s blood.
She pulls her arm back, making her hand looks sharp as if she can go through her friend’s chest with her hand alone. Looking at her friend with cold, sharp eyes. She almost strikes too if something hasn’t stopped her.
‘I’ll stop you right there, honey,’ says a feminine voice, so melodious.
The girl pauses, lets her hand hanging in the air, turning around.
The boy looks up, at a distance. A woman emerges from the other end of the hall. She is wearing a red chinese dress so tight fitting her body. Her wavy black hair covers frames her face perfectly and hides her hoop earrings like silk. The look on her face shines with confidence and pride. She smiles although to the boy, it looks more like a smirk. The woman turns her head toward the girl, smiling wider. ‘May I speak with your friend for a little bit? I won’t take too long.’
The girl look sideways toward her friend, waving him away. ‘Take as much time as you need,’ she says, walking away.
After the girl is gone, the woman turns toward the boy, smiling sweetly. ‘I’m sorry to have bothered your reunion. I promise you will be reunited again. I just need to speak with you for a moment.’
The boy’s face sharpens. ‘What do you want with me?’
‘I think it is you who have some business with me. I heard you were looking for me.’
The boy balls his hands into fists and grips them tighter, clenching his teeth. ‘I thought you had something to do with her, with her heart. But now I know I was right. What did you do to her?’
‘I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to.’
‘Why did she go berserk? How come she attacks me out of the blue?’
The woman’s face suddenly turns cold. ‘Why you haven’t figured out the answer itself is the reason.’
‘What are you saying?’ the boy retorts.
‘I’m sure your friend has said something to you, something that might or might not have been the very reason why she is doing this. Am I right?’
‘You did something to her didn’t you? You made her do this whole thing.’
‘Like I said, I didn’t do what she didn’t want me to do. If I made her do anything, it is only because she asks for it.’
The boy looks at the woman all too sharply. ‘So what did you do to her?’
She picked up the phone and started dialing a number, written on her palm. Even though two to three days had passed, the numbers were still written clearly on her palm. With heavy breath and struggle, the girl managed to dial the number and stuck the phone to her ear, tucking it between her ear and her neck. She waited until someone picked up at the other end.
‘May I help you?’ asked a woman.
‘Hi, you said I can call whenever I wish,’ the girl said.
‘Oh, yes, my dear. Is there something on your mind?’
The girl struggled for breathe. ‘Tell me again what you’ve been working on.’
‘Like we told you before we let you go the second time, we are willing on giving you the freedom of speech after you pass. That is, as long as the owner of the body and soul is in good terms with us.’
‘Tell me again how you can do that.’
‘Let’s just say we have a way to put science and occult together to create a way to give you two options to gain the freedom of speech by the time your body doesn’t work anymore.’
‘Which is...?’
‘First, you can do it physically. This means you are to solidify your soul to make you be able to be seen by normal people and that way you can tell someone something. You will also be given the highest quality of a physical appearance-such as high speed or unlimited amount of stamina.’
The girl heaved again. ‘And the second one?’
‘The second one,’ the woman intoned, ‘is to make you appear in someone’s dream night by night until your business is done. You can appear any way you like, of course. Prettier maybe, or more sophisticated-looking. It is highly up to you.’
‘Will this affect my spiritual self in any way?’
The woman seems to think this over. ‘I suppose not. Your solidified soul will go back into being a mere soul once your business is done. And this will not determine whether you’re going to heaven or hell-at least I think not.’
The girl smirked, clutching at her chest even tighter. ‘What did you do to me the first time you kidnapped me?’
‘That day, my child, we simply put something within you to monitor your every move, carefully analyzing each one to prepare you for this. It also monitor your heart rates-and a few others of your organ activities.’
‘Is that so?’ asked the girl, wincing. ‘Is there a side effect to it?’
‘I’m aftraid so, dear one,’ the woman said in a sad and sorry tone, the girl almost laughed. ‘Because this-so called-tracking device is put so close to your diaphragm-and therefore not too far away from your heart-, it will affect your heart beat.’
‘How so?’
‘When your heart beats faster, this device might be there to make it beat even harder and therefore might cause some pain within your body.’ The woman paused for a while. ‘However, it can also detect a difference in heart beats.’
The girl didn’t even want to ask when the woman simply continued.
‘There are three reason for the heart to beat. One, it is simply to pump blood to all the organs within your body. Second, it beats harder when you feel happier or excited or scared. This heart beat might make you feel lighter that you feel somewhat full. Then lastly, it beats harder when you feel hurt or sad or disappointed or angry. This last reason is when the device is on the way and therefore making it ache more than it already does.’
‘Oh,’ the girl said, chuckling in the midst of her struggle. ‘That explains it.’
The woman fell silent. ‘You are hurt, aren’t you, sweety?’
The girl smiled. ‘Like you don’t know.’
The woman sounded so concerned, so worried, the girl almost felt like she was calling her mother. ‘Is someone hurting you, dear? Is there any way at all I can help remove it?’
‘Yes,’ the girl answered, smirking. ‘End it.’
‘You mean she turned to you when I was the one who was hurting her?’ the boy asks in disbelief. The woman turns away, not wanting to see the look on the boy’s face-like a mother not wanting to see the hurt expression on her child’s face.
‘I am sorry,’ she says. ‘It is not within my power to tell her who can and cannot be a place to lean on.’
The boy is silent, a stream of thought running through his mind. All this time I thought she was the bad guy behind all this, when the truth is she’s the angel who might’ve saved her…from me. He holds his head between his hands in frustration and-once again-disbelief. I thought she stole her heart when the truth is…I destroyed it.
The boy falls to the ground, his hands on the floor, as if trying to trace reality. What is he supposed to do now?
‘Honey, I don’t mind letting you crouch on the floor like that,’ the woman speaks. ‘I must remind you though, there are more important things to ponder upon than how you would like to crouch on the ground.’
The boy lifts his head, looking right at the woman’s face. ‘You need to go right now,’ says the woman.
‘What? What about her?’ asks the boy.
The woman looks at the boy with raised eyebrows. ‘Oh, you will not wait here to be pulverized into a million pieces. I simply will not allow it.’ She helps him get up then looks straight to his eyes. ‘You said something about her heart. Though I don’t understand what you mean, I know you need to go and find that heart.’
The boy stares back at the woman. ‘Yeah, you’re right.’
Before he manages to get away, however, the woman grabs his right arm, pulling it back. ‘I must warn you that some of my lab partners will not let you go out alive.’
‘What do you mean? I thought you did this out of service.’
The woman shakes her head. ‘We are actually building up an experiment regarding death and emotion. Truthfully we need to know if we can solidify souls and make them as if they were brought back to life. This experiment has something to do with the government-or at least it will according to my friends’ wish. With this experiment, the government might be able to make army out of dead soldier. We will use their anger to give them the life they need and make sure they kill the enemy. Do you understand what I am saying here?’
The boy nods. They need to make sure that his friend will kill him out of all the anger she’s been keeping inside all this time. ‘I have to go.’
The woman nods, smiling softly. ‘Just be careful.’
For a second, the boy feels the warmth of his mother’s expression again. For a second, he feels like his mother is standing there, in front of him, smiling so softly it is reassuring. For a second, he finds a trace of worry in the voice of the woman, asking him desperately, to please take care of himself.
For the last time, the boy nods. Then he runs like the wind.
...To be continued...
NEXT: ||[ Where You Are, There I Will Be]
[ Backstabbed Friend and Bruised Saviour]
[Beating As One]
[ What Nobody Knows]||
[ art section]
||[ A Meaningful Beginning]
[ All There Is To Wish]
[ Light At The End of The Tunnel]
[ The Day That Ends It All]
[ A Smile So Wide]
[ When You Thought It Was Over]||
I almost forgot to post this week's update coz of my history homework. Thanks to ulilulelo , I remember. Then again, she's my one-and-only loyal reader. Okay, I'm not paying attention to what I'm posting here since I don't remember much. But hope you like it!
Enjoy!
*goes back to homework*
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~VII~
SLAP!
It echoed sound and clear all over the room, causing everyone to turn toward them. A position that people expected no less of: the boy’s head turned toward a direction parallel to the girl’s hand, a red mark on his milk-coloured cheek, a shocked look on the boy’s face, and a cold expression on the girl’s face. Everybody winced, thinking that must’ve hurt.
The girl smiled a little, still a cold look on her face. ‘Now I’m satisfied.’ When the truth is, she wasn’t.
The boy rubbed his hit cheek, feeling the heat of the red mark. He winced a little, it definitely hurt. ‘What the hell did you do that for?’
But the girl didn’t answer, instead she went out of the classroom, without intenting to, dragging a few girls with her. ‘Why did you that? That’s one hell of a slap too at that.’
The girl waved her friend away as if her question wasn’t important at all. ‘I have my reasons,’ she said.
‘Which is what? I’ve been asking for a week and you never told me anything.’
The girl turned to her friend, her eyes sharper. ‘Look, it’s not important...well, it kinda is, for me-I mean, why else would I do it-but it doesn’t have anything to do with you, okay?’
Her friends looked at one another. Shrugging, they all walk back to class together.
Even though the girl had hit the boy’s cheek real hard and everybody else winced at the sight, it took the boy more than 24 hours to realize that the girl was clearly furious at him. It took him more than one whole day to actually go online like they always did-leaving the girl waiting for him to do it for weeks, irritated in the process.
‘I’m getting the feeling that you’re angry with me these days,’ the boy typed.
‘Really? What makes you think that?’ the girl asked, sarcastically.
‘Well, you’ve been ignoring me lately and two days ago you slapped my cheek, something’s definitely up.’
The girl rolled her eyes. Thank you, Capt. Obvious. ‘Oh, you noticed? I thought it’s just me. Oh, no, wait...the whole class knows!’
‘Well, you know I’m not sensitive like that, if you don’t tell me, I’ll never know. So if you give me the quiet-treatment again, I will only think that you simply don’t wanna talk and be totally fine with that.’
The girl got even more furious by this. How dare he tell her what to do when he clearly made her filled with rage, she simply couldn’t believe this. She didn’t type anything though. But she didn’t need to, her friend was typing.
‘Oh, soccer match’s on! Sorry, I’m off.’
The girl had had enough. She shut the chatroom closed, adding a new knowledge in her mind: next time she wouldn’t even bother being mad at him, it’s not worth it.
How long has it been since his friend shown up before his eyes wearing that very outfit, her school uniform, looking like a normal girl should? He wants to smile at the sight of her, he wants to smile when he sees her-the very familiar sight of her, the sight of her in all the casualties, despite what has happened the last few days. He sees her walking toward him. The boy wants to smile but he can’t help but to feel threatened as if the girl is there just to hurt him. He cannot help but to feel like he should guard himself. Unporpusefully, the boy steps back slowly, as if trying to find a weapon.
The girl moves closer and closer with unbelievable speed. At first it only seems like she is walking toward the boy, little by little it turns into little runs and slowly it turns into running and it then turns into a gallop, when the girl suddenly leaps forward as if charging toward the boy. The boy puts his across his face, shielding it from the girl’s attack as she jumps toward the boy, ready to strike. But her attacks come face to face with his arms instead, the ones shielding his face.
‘I’ve always known you were a coward, a total loser too, at that,’ the girl says, sommersaulting backwards, away from the boy.
The boy moves back in defense, out of reflex. ‘What?’ he asks, not believing he heard the girl’s voice and words.
‘You’re a loser, doesn’t matter that you’re some kind of secret agent-you’re a loser,’ the girl says, her eyes sharp. ‘And a lousy friend!’ At this, she moves forward so swiftly with a baseball bat in her hands-not sure how that gets in there-and ready to beat the crap out of her friend.
Good thing her friend’s a secret agent. If he’s anything but one, he would’ve been beat up real bad he mightn’t have survived. He leaps backward, pulling away from the girl’s attacks. The girl keeps striking with-what seems to be-unlimited amount of energy and unbelievable amount of speed.
‘What are you doing here? And why are you doing this to me?’ the boy asks while still busy trying to pull away from the attacks.
‘This is what I’ve been wanting to do to you all this time!’ she shouts. ‘You said you’re my best friend but you know nothing about me! You said you’re my best friend but you barely spend time with me! You said you’re my best friend but you just leave me alone!’ With every word, she moves forward, trying to hit her friend real hard, succeeding for only so much. The last word she says makes her kick her friend to the ground, getting the jackpot for once.
‘What? But-‘
The boy stumbles to the ground, looking awfully helpless and weak. His friend towers over him and crack her knuckles, like a big bully ready to give him a wedgy. ‘Any last words, my friend?’ the girl asks.
The boy just freezes, his mind as numb as if it’s been inside an ice cube too long. He cannot say he blames his friend. He’s seen this coming a number of times. He has been bailing out on his friend for far too many times and honestly, he is amazed at the fact that his friend has never done anything bad to him, even though he deserves it. Until now.
‘Yeah,’ he says, smirking. ‘Later.’
Then as quick and graceful as a gazelle, he jumps back to stand on his feet then he leaps forward, running away from his friend. Looking back, he makes sure she follows him. Oh, how right he is but how wrong if he thinks she cannot catch up to him. Suddenly she is next to him, faster than a cheetah. She looks at him, smiling with revenge written all over her face. He looks at her, caught off guard. She flings her hand sideways, striking her friend right at the stomach. She licks her upper lip as if drips of blood are there, her friend’s blood.
She pulls her arm back, making her hand looks sharp as if she can go through her friend’s chest with her hand alone. Looking at her friend with cold, sharp eyes. She almost strikes too if something hasn’t stopped her.
‘I’ll stop you right there, honey,’ says a feminine voice, so melodious.
The girl pauses, lets her hand hanging in the air, turning around.
The boy looks up, at a distance. A woman emerges from the other end of the hall. She is wearing a red chinese dress so tight fitting her body. Her wavy black hair covers frames her face perfectly and hides her hoop earrings like silk. The look on her face shines with confidence and pride. She smiles although to the boy, it looks more like a smirk. The woman turns her head toward the girl, smiling wider. ‘May I speak with your friend for a little bit? I won’t take too long.’
The girl look sideways toward her friend, waving him away. ‘Take as much time as you need,’ she says, walking away.
After the girl is gone, the woman turns toward the boy, smiling sweetly. ‘I’m sorry to have bothered your reunion. I promise you will be reunited again. I just need to speak with you for a moment.’
The boy’s face sharpens. ‘What do you want with me?’
‘I think it is you who have some business with me. I heard you were looking for me.’
The boy balls his hands into fists and grips them tighter, clenching his teeth. ‘I thought you had something to do with her, with her heart. But now I know I was right. What did you do to her?’
‘I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to.’
‘Why did she go berserk? How come she attacks me out of the blue?’
The woman’s face suddenly turns cold. ‘Why you haven’t figured out the answer itself is the reason.’
‘What are you saying?’ the boy retorts.
‘I’m sure your friend has said something to you, something that might or might not have been the very reason why she is doing this. Am I right?’
‘You did something to her didn’t you? You made her do this whole thing.’
‘Like I said, I didn’t do what she didn’t want me to do. If I made her do anything, it is only because she asks for it.’
The boy looks at the woman all too sharply. ‘So what did you do to her?’
She picked up the phone and started dialing a number, written on her palm. Even though two to three days had passed, the numbers were still written clearly on her palm. With heavy breath and struggle, the girl managed to dial the number and stuck the phone to her ear, tucking it between her ear and her neck. She waited until someone picked up at the other end.
‘May I help you?’ asked a woman.
‘Hi, you said I can call whenever I wish,’ the girl said.
‘Oh, yes, my dear. Is there something on your mind?’
The girl struggled for breathe. ‘Tell me again what you’ve been working on.’
‘Like we told you before we let you go the second time, we are willing on giving you the freedom of speech after you pass. That is, as long as the owner of the body and soul is in good terms with us.’
‘Tell me again how you can do that.’
‘Let’s just say we have a way to put science and occult together to create a way to give you two options to gain the freedom of speech by the time your body doesn’t work anymore.’
‘Which is...?’
‘First, you can do it physically. This means you are to solidify your soul to make you be able to be seen by normal people and that way you can tell someone something. You will also be given the highest quality of a physical appearance-such as high speed or unlimited amount of stamina.’
The girl heaved again. ‘And the second one?’
‘The second one,’ the woman intoned, ‘is to make you appear in someone’s dream night by night until your business is done. You can appear any way you like, of course. Prettier maybe, or more sophisticated-looking. It is highly up to you.’
‘Will this affect my spiritual self in any way?’
The woman seems to think this over. ‘I suppose not. Your solidified soul will go back into being a mere soul once your business is done. And this will not determine whether you’re going to heaven or hell-at least I think not.’
The girl smirked, clutching at her chest even tighter. ‘What did you do to me the first time you kidnapped me?’
‘That day, my child, we simply put something within you to monitor your every move, carefully analyzing each one to prepare you for this. It also monitor your heart rates-and a few others of your organ activities.’
‘Is that so?’ asked the girl, wincing. ‘Is there a side effect to it?’
‘I’m aftraid so, dear one,’ the woman said in a sad and sorry tone, the girl almost laughed. ‘Because this-so called-tracking device is put so close to your diaphragm-and therefore not too far away from your heart-, it will affect your heart beat.’
‘How so?’
‘When your heart beats faster, this device might be there to make it beat even harder and therefore might cause some pain within your body.’ The woman paused for a while. ‘However, it can also detect a difference in heart beats.’
The girl didn’t even want to ask when the woman simply continued.
‘There are three reason for the heart to beat. One, it is simply to pump blood to all the organs within your body. Second, it beats harder when you feel happier or excited or scared. This heart beat might make you feel lighter that you feel somewhat full. Then lastly, it beats harder when you feel hurt or sad or disappointed or angry. This last reason is when the device is on the way and therefore making it ache more than it already does.’
‘Oh,’ the girl said, chuckling in the midst of her struggle. ‘That explains it.’
The woman fell silent. ‘You are hurt, aren’t you, sweety?’
The girl smiled. ‘Like you don’t know.’
The woman sounded so concerned, so worried, the girl almost felt like she was calling her mother. ‘Is someone hurting you, dear? Is there any way at all I can help remove it?’
‘Yes,’ the girl answered, smirking. ‘End it.’
‘You mean she turned to you when I was the one who was hurting her?’ the boy asks in disbelief. The woman turns away, not wanting to see the look on the boy’s face-like a mother not wanting to see the hurt expression on her child’s face.
‘I am sorry,’ she says. ‘It is not within my power to tell her who can and cannot be a place to lean on.’
The boy is silent, a stream of thought running through his mind. All this time I thought she was the bad guy behind all this, when the truth is she’s the angel who might’ve saved her…from me. He holds his head between his hands in frustration and-once again-disbelief. I thought she stole her heart when the truth is…I destroyed it.
The boy falls to the ground, his hands on the floor, as if trying to trace reality. What is he supposed to do now?
‘Honey, I don’t mind letting you crouch on the floor like that,’ the woman speaks. ‘I must remind you though, there are more important things to ponder upon than how you would like to crouch on the ground.’
The boy lifts his head, looking right at the woman’s face. ‘You need to go right now,’ says the woman.
‘What? What about her?’ asks the boy.
The woman looks at the boy with raised eyebrows. ‘Oh, you will not wait here to be pulverized into a million pieces. I simply will not allow it.’ She helps him get up then looks straight to his eyes. ‘You said something about her heart. Though I don’t understand what you mean, I know you need to go and find that heart.’
The boy stares back at the woman. ‘Yeah, you’re right.’
Before he manages to get away, however, the woman grabs his right arm, pulling it back. ‘I must warn you that some of my lab partners will not let you go out alive.’
‘What do you mean? I thought you did this out of service.’
The woman shakes her head. ‘We are actually building up an experiment regarding death and emotion. Truthfully we need to know if we can solidify souls and make them as if they were brought back to life. This experiment has something to do with the government-or at least it will according to my friends’ wish. With this experiment, the government might be able to make army out of dead soldier. We will use their anger to give them the life they need and make sure they kill the enemy. Do you understand what I am saying here?’
The boy nods. They need to make sure that his friend will kill him out of all the anger she’s been keeping inside all this time. ‘I have to go.’
The woman nods, smiling softly. ‘Just be careful.’
For a second, the boy feels the warmth of his mother’s expression again. For a second, he feels like his mother is standing there, in front of him, smiling so softly it is reassuring. For a second, he finds a trace of worry in the voice of the woman, asking him desperately, to please take care of himself.
For the last time, the boy nods. Then he runs like the wind.
...To be continued...
NEXT: ||[ Where You Are, There I Will Be]
[ Backstabbed Friend and Bruised Saviour]
[Beating As One]
[ What Nobody Knows]||
[ art section]