Sunday, December 14, 2008

read it when you are free!

….As the stars shine brightly in the dark sky, it was the best moment of my life sitting right next to you. You gave me wings, and made me fly. You lifted me up so I could touch the stars. I lost my hope and you gave it back to me. There is no star that I couldn’t reach because you are the star that shines brightly in my darkest night. You are my shelter, my hope and….my love…

Jamie




It was a sunny day, I guess, with soft winds blowing all around the places. Seasons started to change from summer to autumn. Here I am, sitting alone on a bench just in front of the place where I stay with my favourite sun glasses on. As I closed my eyes and look up to the sky, all I could see was pitch darkness. Not even a single light appear in my vision. I don’t think this is caused by my sun glasses. People always told me that they can still see a glimpsed of sunlight even if they closed their eyes. Well it has proven that I am different from them. While I was enjoying the wind blowing towards me, I can feel people are walking pass by. Though I can’t see them, but I can feel that most of them were families. “Hah family!” I laugh when I thought about it. After I have taste enough of the wind, I decided to go back to my place. I grabbed my stick and used it to guide me back to my place. Though the wind was great, but I was disappointed because I was unable to enjoy the beauty of the nature scene.

“Now why do you laugh when you thought about family?” asked the interviewer. “Well, it’s because I never really had a family before!” I laughed. This question really reminds me of my past. When I was born, I didn’t have the chance to look at my parents face because I was….blind. But my parents still love me with all their hearts. I can feel it even though I understand. After 4 years of nurturing me, my parents decided to go for mission trip in Africa. “Be a good boy ok and auntie Angel will take good care of you. We will be back in few days time. Love you son!” giving me the last kissed on my forehead before they head off. After they left, there were no news about them anymore and they never came back. This incident becomes mystery to everyone. My aunt only told me that my parents won’t be coming back so early. As 4 years old boy, of course I couldn’t understand a thing. But my life starts to change under the care of my aunt. The name Angel does not suit my aunt at all. For her, I am just a burden. Who am I? A boy, who is blind, can’t walk properly and need care all the time! Who in the world would have so much time to take care of a blind orphanage? But sometimes, I think she was right, I am a burden to her! Though I was young, but I had learnt to be independent. I had to feed myself because no one will come and feed me. Life wasn’t easy at all as I was enslaved by my second ‘family’. Who cares if you were blind! If you want food, then you have to work for it. But my slavery year ends after 6 hellish years as my ‘family’ hated me so much that they kicked me out from the house. I guess that will be worst experience in my life, wandering around the world that is filled with cruelty. Starvation, thirst, depression and unloved, all strike me at once until a point that I couldn’t take it anymore and I collapsed in the middle of nowhere. While lying on the ground, my heart cried out for my parents. “Where are you? Where…are you? I need you!” tears weren’t able to come out from my eyes because I was lack of water in my body. Well my only wish at that time was to see my parents for the last time. Suddenly, a figure coated in black suit appeared in my vision. The figure was very obvious in my sight though I can’t see. It’s walking slowly towards me and I could hear an eerie sound coming out from it. “Arghhhhhh! Please take me out of here! Ahhhhhhh! Let me out, I am begging you! Ouhhhahhhhhh….” All sorts of crying and shouting was heard. It seems like people were begging from this figure for something. At that time, I couldn’t understand what is this all about but as the figure stop right in front of me, only I realize it was…Death? Is this the end of my life?

5 comments:

  1. where is the story come from??

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  2. daym nigga! if you came up with this, i'm freakin proud of you!

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  3. this is just nice..*thumb* =)

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  4. haha well it comes from my own imagination. part of it also inspired by the books that i had read.

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  5. thank you doug.that will be my first compliment from you!

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