#iWrote

genre : fantasy 

english : Gramaticaly wrong

VENGEANCE

Somehow.. someway..

            ONCE I OPEN the door and i found my Mom’s body hang on the ceiling, with the belt around her neck, and got a news about my Dad, that he got a heart attack. They’re died. I don’t know why am i afraid of those things, caused i never really think about them.

            I gasp for air, my eyes open and my palms get wet.

            My cat stare at me right above my bed as he always did every morning. At least, my cat still with me. When i pass my door way, i found a paper at the top of a cofee table, as always.

            April, dad go to accompany me to the stasion

            I’ll go to bandung, for a week

            Eat your breakfast and Dad will pick up you latter

            Happy birthday

                                                                                    Mom

            I smirked, eat? No i don’t need food, i don’t even hungry. I take some money that slip behind the paper, and than go to the dining table. I have pieces of fried chicken, rise, and a bowl of soup. I tap my finger beside my plate, and than my cat jump onto the table

            He looking at me with his circle green eyes, he always look that excited. That is the most thing that i love about him. Make me feel like the world  is full of excitement.

            “you hungry curly?” i murmur, than he leans into my eyes thats mean yes. I give a piace of chicken to Curly, he eat on my plate and than i give a plate of rises to my fish in the pond, while i eat the soup.

            That’s what i’m doing every morning.

            Campus is the only positif place i ever had. I always like being here with them, they taugh me how to live corectly, with or without their realised. I always hope that i could be with them forever, but gradutaion day come really fast.

            “happy april mop!” Rismadilla yell in my ears.

            “so, you’ll treat us today right?” my senior, Sheila adds.

            Rismadilla and Sheila is sisters, i usually called them, “the sister” just like one of duo singer in my country. Everytime i look at them i always wonder how it feels to be like them? To have sister? Is it good as i always see or is it bad? But, i never wish to be like them, cause having a sister mean i cannot have privacy when i’m home. Period.

            “you wish!” i mumbles.

            “is it your birthday today?” Dika who sat on a chair near us says. He is the only guy best friend that i have in this place. He always look don’t realy care, but i always caugh him as the only person who help me out from my dificult time, someway. That’s why i always love him, as my best friend.

            “apriiillll!!!” efa came and slap my face, and than Dea do the same on my another cheek.

            This one of the tradition that i hate the most in this country, slap the birthday girl or boy. Like the birthday girl or boy have no pain feeling.

            “hope you never think about suicide anymore!” Dea said.

            I smirked, suicide. Haha, something that never apears in my mind. It must be caused by that day, several months ago when they caught me hurt myself with a cutter. They force me to stop but i just quite. Cause i can’t stop. As long as the pain of being dump by a boy that i loved still in my heart, i cannot stop to hurt myself.

            Just like the day when my Mom  said, “if you keep asking my for that phone, i’ll leave your father, cause for now i have to give all the money to his faimily!” i went to my room. Is not about the phone that i wanted, is about to go somewhere with my parents, just like all of my friends did. But listened to what my mom said, i got the pain in my heart, i curse at the wall, i took my belt and whipes my own back.

            However i rather feel the real pain in my entire body than to feel the pain in my heart.I always begged for the real pain, i love the feeling when the blood springkle from my body, some people call people like me as pain lover but, i don’t think that i am. Caused over all of those thing, i just need distraction. Distaction from everything that happen in mylife.

            That day, i treat them as Sheila says.

I really want to spent all of my day with them, everyday cause with them i feel true. But they cannot do what i wish, exactly because they had another friends too out side this campus.I hate that, if i could i’ll make them separated with their another friends.

           

            When i went home, my another friend call me to come to their place. So, i just come, cause i don’t want to be at home early. We have a chat, laugh and a lot of picture.

            Rani and Errina sat on the sofa, seems like they’re busy with their own converstaion. Than Devi join them by saying, “heyy! Let me know what you guys talking about!” after that, Demy join them too, while Dita busy with her phone. Sometime they asked Dita what is she doing with her phone. Than Dita tell them that she having a conflict wiht her boyfriend.

            I’m enjoying my time with my laptop, doing some campus task and else. I don’t think what they doing is something that i need to know. I don’t like to disturb other people life, cause that will feel like i ruin their privacy.

At 8 o’clock we went to a bar, right after my another friend, Risma came up. I don’t know where is she come from, or what is she doing before coming here, cause i bet the lectures had finished by 6 PM. And i don’t think that i need to know. It’s her business, her privacy.

            There, they give me a sureprise. The singer sing a birthday song after calling my name, and than they bring me to the stage and ask me to make a wish before blow a candle.

            I wish i could escape from my life, i’m tired of being me.

            After that we end up at the club. I always like to be there, there is no one care whatever i do, wether i scream or cry or being crazy as animal. I could forget everything, and no one will asked me to stop, or even ask me what am I doing.

            But, i never feel right of being there, i hate to see people treat a girl like they something that they could buy or whatever, and i hate to see my friend drank, cause when they got drank, they seems like have no brain, they speak everything without no think it first, and they’ll says.

            “i hope you still be my friend forever, so we can party all night long and you pay for it!”

            “i hope you can buy me another pair of shoes latter!”

            And else. Every night always made me figure out that they are not my best friend, they just person who need my money.

            It’s almost five in the morning, i sneak out from the heavy club, i walk down the street with no direction. The night getting colder, the wind getting wild, i wrap my arms to make me feel warm. Than i hear a river hissing, that must be come from the river bellow the bridge where i stand.

            I step to the edge of the bridge, i look down and see the water moving so fast to somewhere far away. I wonder where they will stop, i have a river near my house, and i think if i follow the river, i could be home faster, i want to be home faster, i missed my curly and really tired.

Than i jump. I could swim so i’m sure i that i’ll be fine.

            Than i realised that i just made a big mistake.The water too cold, i cannot see the way, here is too dark. I tried as i may to swim against the wave to reach the edges, but the more i tried the more i got the stone that hit me. I feel bleed on my forehead, my hands hurt, i can’t feel my feet, i can’t scream, i feel blind.

           

            My eyes wide open. I see my room ceiling, ohh i dream, bad dream. I feel relieved. I would never jump into the river. Never.

            I look down but i didn’t find my curly. I frowned, this is extraordinary. I step to outside my room and found a guy stand on his knee, spoiled my curly. I don’t know where he come from, what he doing and how he got in.

            Curly’s atention shift to me, he stand by put his two foot on the floor and another two foot hang on my feet. Litle bit hurt me by his claw, but it’s common. I smile at him and embraced him.

            The guy standing up, he look familiar, but i still have no idea who is him.He smile at me, not the smile that i used to see from every strange people that i met on the street, but another smile, smile that tell me that we know each other, just like an old friend.

            As always i ignore my courisousness, and act casual.I’m sure he’ll tell me who is he and what is he doing when he want to.

            “what are you doing here?” i asked.

            He smile, “i’m here to ask for your help!”

            Sureprisingly I frowned, “help?”

            I saw his arm moving, he exhale.

            “your world about to end, and i don’t want to let it happen!”

            I laugh, that’s sound ridiculous, like i’m on the film that hollywood made.

            “my world is found something that could make every human in this world being like animal!”

            I stop laughing cause he really look wholehearted, but that doesn’t mean i believe in him. I started to think that he’s crazy or maybe drunk.

            “i’ll show you my world if that’s the only way to make you believe..”

            I stare at him, and decide it might be ridiculous but I’m sure that i got nothing to loose.

            “ok, bring me to your place,” i said without think anything first.

            “but you have to do whatever I said.”

            “whatever..”

            He smile, the smile that tell me that he about to say “I know you’ll say it,” than he walk me to a room. My grand father’s room. I never step my feet on that room since he died four years ago. I wonder why, but i kept my couriouse in my mind and just wait something to happen.

            “why are you walk in my house like this is your house?” i roll my eyes, and again he just smile than walk to an old cupboard.

            “this is the gate..” he says softly.

            I look at the cupboard and look at him and back to the cupboard, “is it something like what i saw on narnia? I walk throught the door and found out another world and need to againts the queen and bla bla bla?”

            She look at me, his eyebrow tug together, “i don’t think that you watch narnia, isn’t you just like harry potter? And read something like vampire academy? Twilight? I don’t think Narnia is one of your list..”

            I have no idea how does he know about those think. But he’s right, I never really like Narnia, I just watched Narnia several days ago accidently on tv.

            He just smile at me and our eyes meet, and i feel like everything will be fine as long as he has his eyes stick on mine. I see the light emerge from inside the cupboard by the time that guy open the doors. I blinded, not because the dark, but because to much light in front of me.

            After one step the light getting lower and the darkness come, I hate darkness. I take a deep breath, think about something happy,  try to calm myself.

            Curly jump from my arm, i cannot see where he going, i don’t know where the guy is and than something peculiar happens, finger lace with mine, and palm preses to my palm.

            “don’t release my hand till we arrive..” he wishper in my ear and guide me walk in the blind.

            His word make me feel calm.. somehow. 




to be continued..
xoxo
WR