Never Posted December 22, 2014 Share Posted December 22, 2014 Title: -A Brief Reminiscence- Status: Complete Summary: After an accident, a boy strives to recover his memories before the presence of a rather suspicious man. Will he retrieve his right state of mind or remain lost in his own disillusionment? Warnings: Angst, Psychological, Tragedy Comments: I wanted to try something....different. (: eeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeooooooooooo eeeeeeee- ooooooo oooooooo-e e eeeeeeeeee eeee- ooooo oo oo --- The sirens echo in alarm, a sorrowful howl resounds in the place as I stay motionless laid on the-….. …..An enticing beauty is on her knees as a handsome lad keeps comforting the female. eeeeeeee-oooooooooooo-eeeeeeee-ooooooooo--- A disturbing tingling resounds in my ears. eee-….ooooo…e-e……… I suddenly open my eyes. I'm in a white room with a man in a stainless coat glancing me with concern. He seems to be coping something on a neat notebook. Then he blossoms a stunning smile enough to make me lose some of my balance. Those white-pearled teeth glows upon me as I'm asked with some apparently regard. "How are you feeling boy?" He chuckles softly "Honestly we thought you were already dead…..” The alluring male easily interrupts the flow of my thoughts with the simplest movements. “Sometimes we stumble upon those rare occasions right?" He beckons to someone at another room. As soon as he does his sign a horrid loud is heard. Enough to send shivers down my spine. Somewhere on my head urges me to escape. "Who is......"I mutter in hope to find some answers. " So. What's the last thing you remember?" He declares nonchalantly, as if it was a casual conversation between old friends. And perhaps it is. He arrays an incredible peaceful aura, as though I've known him for quite some time. He surely knows how to keep me relaxed allowing me to elaborate my answer, betraying the previous dreadful hair-raising feeling I had. "I......" I abruptly stop. What was I doing again? And then I'm covered in sweat as horror overcomes my entire being. A man is lying on the glittering impeccable floor. A familiar woman is screaming. Dozens of people are silently staring me. A gush of redness is splattered on a marvelous previously white wedding dress. And at last, I am there watching the crowd gradually starting to panic as I display a faint yet twisted smile. Following soon after by a viciously cruel guffaw. The woman piercing glares at me as I scoff at her pathetic appearance. That's how I despise that being. "I've murdered a man." I speak. Impressing even myself how calmly I'm able to bring the matter. The man plainly nods as if were listening to a children blabber. His serene expression leaves me unsettled. "I've murdered my sister lover’s........I've......." I squeeze my eyes shut trying to get something out. "At their wedding's celebration......I've killed him." I manage to confess the last few words clumsily pronouncing them. The male plainly nods one more time. And then continues his enquire. "Why?" Why? Isn’t that obvious? Because......Wait. I feel an excruciating pain as if my head was being split open right there. "Why did I do it again?" "It's alright if you cannot recall. Take a deep breath and calm yourself. We have all time of the world." He flashes a gentle smile. Enough to make me at ease. Almost as if I'm being embraced with the most harmonious...... And then a piece of recollection slides before me. We're through. The blasé few words make me gasp. Not by their truthful meaning, purely for the unconcerned manner they were utilized. "He was mine......"I mutter almost inaudible."She stole him away from me!" My trembling voice goes from a petit whisper to ear-piercing yell. Misery and agony wrenching as the last few syllables are disclosed. "I.....hated her..." No. More like...."I hated him." Now I declare just like a machine. I wonder how I must look like to the total strange before me. What must he be thinking of the despaired odd fellow in front of him….. "It's alright." He put his notebook on the table beside us and I take this opportunity to take a quick peek at his face. However everything is blurry making me rub my orbs in hope to get something out. "But.....It's only that?" He peers still beaming brightly. His features are so attractive...I don't know well, but somehow I want to make him smile at me one more time. "I........." I pause for a moment. "Where are we going today uncle?" A small sized child asks and I flash a lifeless grin. "We're going to the park as we wait for your father, Sweetie." A child. My nephew. "N-No-......" All the air seems to fade as I struggle to breath. Another memory comes to light. And so you can kiss your wife. The priest formally declares as the couple follows the so called convention and I remain watching in burning hatred. "He.....was not.....He is not dead." I manage to put it forth. I hated him......I've loathed him. I despised his entire being.....abandoning me like that...for none less than my own sister. Just as if was saying: 'I couldn't love a man.' "I never killed him." I finally announce recognizing my defeat. I just.....wanted so badly..... How many times I’ve dreamt with it? How many times I’ve conceived the same scene……That badly that before I even realized it was already my ‘truth’. I place my shaking hands on my face. Striving to keep hidden the last shred of dignity as the upcoming tears never cease to appear. The male kindly pats my shoulder. I gaze at his face and see my beloved right in front of my deplorable facade. Beautiful as ever he keeps the gentle act as flashes the most beautiful and perhaps the most sincere smile I've ever seen. The tears keep falling despite my pitiful attempt to stop them. The cruel tingling in my ears comes back. Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. eeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooo eeeee…… "Stop………" I murmur in pain. "You're not him." And now everything makes sense. Said the last sentence. The scenario abruptly changes. The sirens are echoing in alarm, a sorrowful howl resounds in the place. We're in a hospital observing a well-matched couple talking with some doctors. A boy resides laid on a first aid stretcher. A woman is yelling her lugs out, her sorrowful bawling is truly heart-breaking. The male beside her.....My beloved...ex-beloved is surrounding his arms around her little delicate body. "I-I'm sorry......I'm so sorry......N-Now.....But now you can never hear it........" She weeps as a nurse consoles her with kind words. My ex-lover just stays there. Impartial and emotionless. As if we were at a boring lecture instead of someone’s demise. The now fake-lover keeps caressing my shoulders as we keep watching the scene at the background. I sigh as knowing the aftermath of the occurrence. I take one last glance at them. My teary sister carries on the useless grieving. My…Her man whispers some gentle words. The boy gradually gives his feeble last breath as slowly narrows his eyelids. And thus we vanish. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sarah3161 Posted December 23, 2014 Share Posted December 23, 2014 Waaaa* >_>* I feel really sad for the boy For a moment I really thought he killed his lover 0_0* but damn, his lover is a real jerk. I really enjoyed the story ^_^ thank you for sharing it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Never Posted December 23, 2014 Author Share Posted December 23, 2014 lol @ Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. And yeah the lover....ex-lover......Well he was a jerk xD I'm glad! Thanks! (: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jo_suzaku Posted April 24, 2015 Share Posted April 24, 2015 Beautifully written ^_^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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