The Prisoner (A drabble serie) CH04
The bright whiteness of the room could blind me. It reflected- weirdly- in my other senses. The only sound I was hearing was a series of liquids rushing all over me. By looking at Sakurai Jun, my whole being became something else. And I kind of became someone else.
“Are you okay?” he asked. It was so soft, leaving his lips carefully. But it reached my ears like a snap. Million pictures of him crying bleeding singing ran through my mind. In these images, Sakurai Jun was wearing nothing; he was leaning on the bed, murmuring things. Or screaming, as a flow of tears left his throat. I was able to catch a broken “Don’t hurt me”. His images made me scared. He looked so fragile. So not-Sakurai-Jun-like. To whom was he talking? Maybe it’s me. Who hurt him? It might be me.
I raised my head to meet his brownish eyes. He looked concerned. When he didn’t get an answer from me. He stepped closer. I pushed my head down, I didn’t want to meet his gaze. Tick Tack Tock. The usual sound of his shoes. The only and special one. The one that no one in the whole building had.
“I heard of what happened,” he said while approaching me. I shook my head hard, then harder, but he never stopped his slow steps towards me. Tick Tack Tock. Tick Tack Tock. Tick Tack Tock. “Did they hurt you?” Closer.
“Sho-“ Sakurai Jun sat on his knee, and looked directly in my eyes. His eyes were full of thick tears. They were shinning. He looked at me like he was ready to lose everything for this moment. It was so weird, because my hand started to move. I lost control of myself. I started quivering, but I still removed his tears using my thumb. He closed his eyes and absorbed a sob. People always think tears are a sign of weakness. They’re a sign of FRUSTRATION. Sakurai Jun, like a broken material, threw his head on my chest. I could breathe him forever. The smell of his hair was nothing but a pure addiction.
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He was still leaning on me. He hold me very tight. I wanted to stop him. Normally, I would be scared; I would run to a corner and hide my whole being. But his condition showed that he was in need more than me.
“I’m okay.” That was I. It’s weird. My voice was weird. Masaki and Kazu said I didn’t talk before. So, were they right? Is this the ‘talking’ they meant? I thought I was always talking.
My reassurance made Sakurai Jun sighing. He raised his eyes to meet mine. “I’m so-“ He stressed the ‘so’ while shaking his head. “I’m so weak without you.” Ironic.
People use creatures weaker than them as a shadow. Sure they aren’t weak, but they can’t accept themselves as strong people. No matter where their strength take them, they always search for the “human” part in them. That’s why a lot of people have pets. In times when they can’t handle the fact that they are not ready for the world or they are useless to the world. There, when they go back, they would find the ‘pet’ that depends on them. It has a life because of them. And for the first time, they would throw their world behind and just feel the “need” and use it to relief themselves. Exactly like what Sakurai Jun was doing right there.
Sakurai Jun, what is your story? What kind of pet am I to you?
A blue shadow entered the room announcing the end of our meeting for today. I couldn’t hear anything he said. I was so focused in the shattered expression Sakurai Jun’s eyes were holding. Before he stood, he hugged me. A very sweet one. Like Masaki and Nino’s hugs.
“It’s time for you to leave, sir.” The guard repeated in an annoyed tune. Sakurai Jun stood and walked. And like the previous time, he turned to look at me longingly, then left. Now that he left, I could clearly see the face of the guard. He was Ohno-san. My high school classmate. Even though he was drawing the usual beautiful lazy smile that I loved used to, his eyes revealed darkness. His eyes were full of worries. He was afraid. I wondered how hugging Ohno-san could be. Is it sweet like Masaki, Nino, and Sakurai Jun?
“Let’s go back,” he said, taking my hands and walking me down the aisle. He was warm. He didn’t show a normal warmness. He was warm like something else I couldn’t state.
“You know,” he started to say. I hummed, so he continued, “Don’t trust that man.”
Sakurai Jun?
He stopped walking and turned to look at me. I was confused. Sakurai Jun always came to visit me. He kissed my cheeks, and hugged me. He cared about me.
“He is the one who threw you here after all.”
He is the one who threw you here after all.
Sorry every body for posting this too late!
T^T I swear I had rough times during the last 6 months!
but I promise to keep posting it every week from now on!
Thanks for your sweet comments in the last chapter!
I hope you enjoyed this one!
comments are absolutely welcome!
“Are you okay?” he asked. It was so soft, leaving his lips carefully. But it reached my ears like a snap. Million pictures of him crying bleeding singing ran through my mind. In these images, Sakurai Jun was wearing nothing; he was leaning on the bed, murmuring things. Or screaming, as a flow of tears left his throat. I was able to catch a broken “Don’t hurt me”. His images made me scared. He looked so fragile. So not-Sakurai-Jun-like. To whom was he talking? Maybe it’s me. Who hurt him? It might be me.
I raised my head to meet his brownish eyes. He looked concerned. When he didn’t get an answer from me. He stepped closer. I pushed my head down, I didn’t want to meet his gaze. Tick Tack Tock. The usual sound of his shoes. The only and special one. The one that no one in the whole building had.
“I heard of what happened,” he said while approaching me. I shook my head hard, then harder, but he never stopped his slow steps towards me. Tick Tack Tock. Tick Tack Tock. Tick Tack Tock. “Did they hurt you?” Closer.
“Sho-“ Sakurai Jun sat on his knee, and looked directly in my eyes. His eyes were full of thick tears. They were shinning. He looked at me like he was ready to lose everything for this moment. It was so weird, because my hand started to move. I lost control of myself. I started quivering, but I still removed his tears using my thumb. He closed his eyes and absorbed a sob. People always think tears are a sign of weakness. They’re a sign of FRUSTRATION. Sakurai Jun, like a broken material, threw his head on my chest. I could breathe him forever. The smell of his hair was nothing but a pure addiction.
50..51..52..53..54..
He was still leaning on me. He hold me very tight. I wanted to stop him. Normally, I would be scared; I would run to a corner and hide my whole being. But his condition showed that he was in need more than me.
“I’m okay.” That was I. It’s weird. My voice was weird. Masaki and Kazu said I didn’t talk before. So, were they right? Is this the ‘talking’ they meant? I thought I was always talking.
My reassurance made Sakurai Jun sighing. He raised his eyes to meet mine. “I’m so-“ He stressed the ‘so’ while shaking his head. “I’m so weak without you.” Ironic.
People use creatures weaker than them as a shadow. Sure they aren’t weak, but they can’t accept themselves as strong people. No matter where their strength take them, they always search for the “human” part in them. That’s why a lot of people have pets. In times when they can’t handle the fact that they are not ready for the world or they are useless to the world. There, when they go back, they would find the ‘pet’ that depends on them. It has a life because of them. And for the first time, they would throw their world behind and just feel the “need” and use it to relief themselves. Exactly like what Sakurai Jun was doing right there.
Sakurai Jun, what is your story? What kind of pet am I to you?
A blue shadow entered the room announcing the end of our meeting for today. I couldn’t hear anything he said. I was so focused in the shattered expression Sakurai Jun’s eyes were holding. Before he stood, he hugged me. A very sweet one. Like Masaki and Nino’s hugs.
“It’s time for you to leave, sir.” The guard repeated in an annoyed tune. Sakurai Jun stood and walked. And like the previous time, he turned to look at me longingly, then left. Now that he left, I could clearly see the face of the guard. He was Ohno-san. My high school classmate. Even though he was drawing the usual beautiful lazy smile that I loved used to, his eyes revealed darkness. His eyes were full of worries. He was afraid. I wondered how hugging Ohno-san could be. Is it sweet like Masaki, Nino, and Sakurai Jun?
“Let’s go back,” he said, taking my hands and walking me down the aisle. He was warm. He didn’t show a normal warmness. He was warm like something else I couldn’t state.
“You know,” he started to say. I hummed, so he continued, “Don’t trust that man.”
Sakurai Jun?
He stopped walking and turned to look at me. I was confused. Sakurai Jun always came to visit me. He kissed my cheeks, and hugged me. He cared about me.
“He is the one who threw you here after all.”
He is the one who threw you here after all.
Sorry every body for posting this too late!
T^T I swear I had rough times during the last 6 months!
but I promise to keep posting it every week from now on!
Thanks for your sweet comments in the last chapter!
I hope you enjoyed this one!
comments are absolutely welcome!