This is a short story from my poem 'THAT WHICH HURT'.
I brought this to life as a storyline because many people were saying that they wanted to know the whole story setting of the poem.
So, this is dedicated for those people and also for everyone of you who'll read this.
December 13, 2018
Dark room, cold floor and walls painted black. I realized I was living there for a long time. Wanting a friend but no one to call; I live my life alone and never had a home. I was born to this world without any clue of what my purpose is. Only sorrow is what I've known...
September 22, 2017.
It’s the last day of summer but I can still feel the heat of the sun and the fresh summer breeze. I sat on the ground shaded by the canopy of a tree; I held a dandelion, I blew its petals to wish upon on it believing that my wish would come true. It’s like a fairy-tale; I was in the meadow watching flowers dance along with the birds that sings. Butterflies flew around with its beautiful and colorful wing; the wind could make you fly. Everything seems to be okay and I’m hoping it could last forever… I hope it could last…
I woke up not knowing I have fallen asleep. This time, crickets are the one that sings… bats are the ones that fly… and the once blinding brightness of the day turns into a blinding darkness of the night. I was scared… I was scared of darkness. I am so so scared that my knees are trembling in fears, my mouth was shut-closed but it really wanted to shout. Even so, I continued walking and there I find relieve.
Sigh came out of my mouth when I saw my friend worriedly looking for me. “Where have you been? I’m sick worried when you walked out earlier after those guys beat you… are you okay?” I can see through her eyes that she’s so worried. No one’s ever been like that to me except her. She’s so true.
I walked with her back to my place, she talks too much – I love everything she says. Gladly I am, I have found a girl who would always believe me in everything I do. A girl who has a brave heart to fight with me in all the challenges I’m facing. She’s a girl I cherished the most. Though people would’ve hate me for what I am or who am I and what they think of me, I care less because she’s here with me to think that I’m perfectly fine and good. I care more of her now than what I care for myself.
After a long conversations with September (Her name), I felt like not going home yet. It’s just… I like to spend more time with her. You know, it’s like there’s always magic when we’re together. Something that I couldn’t explain, I hope she felt it.
My night turns into dreams after all that happened. Thanks to September, she made my day complete. And now, another season of my life has just begun… Fall commences at dawn, I can see through the windowpanes how the outside was brought to life with a retro vibes. Leaves from the trees turned red, orange and yellowish brown which falls to the ground in a beautiful way. I could feel how majestic this season is… ravishingly good.
September 23, 2017.
Brisk cold air flew on my hair; I could feel the coming of winter. The sound of the street makes it more clearer that people are getting busier and I’m just here walking by, with no destinations to go. So I put my earphones on and music starts playing like it was a start of some sort of beautiful situation. A moment where I am fully satisfied of everything I do. But no, I think I made a wrong guessing. All it was is extremely one bad situation. Honestly worst because little did I know that I bumped into one of ‘those guys’ after trying to swerve on my path. Not just that ‘one’ but ‘he’ of all people.
He, wearing leather jacket and a pair of expensive shoes was clearly messed up after spilling the cup of coffee he was holding. I see through his eyes the raging anger of trying to kill me on his mind so I looked down swiftly enough to avoid eye contacts. I was trembling in fears again, I wanted to escape but my feet stood shaking and there’s nothing I could do but to sweep his clothes with both my shaking hands. “I’m really sorry” – I said. “I… I… I didn’t mean to – I’m sorry, I was just trying to turn back but you showed up.” My face becomes numb after receiving a big punch from his fist. “Are you saying that this is all my f*cking fault! Huh!? Man are you crazy!?” He exclaimed while grabbing my collar. “No…No… I mean nothing ‘bout that, what I’m trying to say is uhm… everything is an accident” – I answered. Another punch landed on my face and now I pray someone to help me.
I look around and see how people gathered. I saw them holding their phones and taking pictures instead of helping me, I knew no one intends to give a hand. They’re just a show off in social media, posting pictures of sympathy to the hurt ones but in reality they do nothing and ignore who suffer. My eyes are getting wet by tears as I was receiving punches and kicks. The music I was hearing then was now the noises I’m hearing from meticulous people. I tried to run but I tripped when I try. Oh, God please help me! I prayed over in my mind.
I was lying there, casually torn apart like a crumpled piece of paper. Dirt touches my face, my arms and I was totally ragged. There I saw someone. Someone who looks exactly to the one I know for long. That familiar face I knew from the start it was her. September was there. She’s giving me a strange look, tearing out of pity on me. I can’t blame her ‘cause she’s a girl. But I can’t stand the fact that she’s seeing me beaten up by ‘this’ guy. The guy who look so innocent when I first saw him. (Her ex lover John). He’s always beating me to death with his friends for blaming me of losing September. He said he’ll never forgive me, never. And now, I was worn out, my body can’t move and I’m about to lose my consciousness. So did I.
September 26, 2017.
“I’m sorry Beau, I’m so so sorry!I couldn’t help you.” – I heard September cries and blaming herself from what had happened. “Please wake up now, this is my entire fault.” She said while squeezing my hand. I open my eyes slowly and there I see white ceilings and curtains around. Am I hospitalized? That is the first question that comes from my mind. “You’re wake Beau! Do you recognize me? Do you know my name?” – September starts questioning while brushing her tears away. Smile skips from my lips. There she is, worriedly waiting for me to wake up. She said she’s really worried of what might happen to me that’s why she never leave me alone in this room.
The nurse came in to check out my condition. “Sir, it’s good that you’re finally awake. You’ve been lying there for almost a week. Exactly four days Sir.” – She said. I was shocked but I’m trying to be stoic. Four days? I turn a look on September and she nod. “Are you having a hard time Sir? We observed that your body is always tired and wounded that’s why you suffer a lot now.” The nurse asked and I couldn’t answer. “Where are your parents? Do you have someone to be here with you?” – She added.
My parents? I don’t know where they are, I haven’t heard of them. Never in my wildest dreams have I ever seen my parents. Maybe because they really hate me or was it because I’m not special to them. Or maybe, because I was just a fruit of their mistakes. Tears fall abruptly on my face. I always wanted parents, someone who would take care of me and call me son. I ever dream of them when I was seven, picking me up from school… that’s what I always see in movies. But that’s not going to happen because they already left me. They threw my life away to grow up on that orphanage just to suffer from hunger and beatings. Thankfully I am now that I escaped. I only have myself now… and September.
“My friend is here with me.” I answered. “Pardon?” – The nurse asked curiously as if something is wrong. “I said my friend September is here with me.” – I respond pointing where September is seated. The nurse gives me a strange look. “Sir are you fully awake now?” She asked. I don’t know why she asked that but I’m a little bit confused. The nurse goes out of the room and said she’d call a doctor to look for me. I don’t know what’s wrong so I just sat there on the bed and turn my face to September.
After a while, the doctor came and asked me a whole lot of questions. He asked me everything about me… and September. There’s many thoughts forming on my mind while the doctor asked things which is I think not necessary for my well being. Why isn’t he asking me about what I feel, If I’m okay or not… He’s just asking about how I met September and how long we’d known each other. I’m getting more confused right now.
After questioning me, the nurse gave the doctor a phone. I heard her say it was a video of me when I was found on the street unconscious. Because of my big ears, I heard their conversations aloud. I rise up and took the phone on the doctor’s hand. “Sir no - ” the doctor shockingly said when I grabbed the phone. What kind of joke are they doing? I look closely to the video. I found myself there lying and crying. I was lying there as if someone is beating me. “It was you sir.” Said the nurse. I’m still in process when I watched the clip. Is this really me? I swear John is beating me that time. Where is he? Why isn’t he there? I think this video is manipulated. They cut john out to this video just to make fun of me. “Sir, if you really wanted overcome your fears, you should cooperate with us and have a session with a psychiatrist.” The doctor says. “September is only your creation sir. Maybe your past is something you couldn’t forget. Or maybe sir it was in your genes. But we can solve them.” He added.
What? Even September? But she’s here with me? I know she’s real. I searched the room and found that September isn’t on her seat anymore. What the hell? This is a bluff. This is all not happening. I’m still dreaming am I? I shook my head again and again and started to cry. Flash backs starts to flash like a kaleidoscopic memories. Then, I remember what happened three years ago. I had a car accident with September after running away from her ex lover John. September asked me to go far away from John because she really wanted to forget. But a big truck shown up and crashes into the car we were riding that night. September died. I barely survive but I wish I died.
After my recovery, John starts to trigger something on his coat. It was his madness over me. He blames me for everything so he tried to kill me. But he never succeeds. He was jailed after committing that serious crime. He is sentenced for 5 years and I was left here haunted. I now realized I was stuck into my darkest dreams. That which hurt, all my life until now is just my creation and nothing is real. So I strongly accept the treatment. They told me it was months or years to overcome my illness. Schizophrenia, that’s what it is called. They say I made realistic illusions because I was guilty for something, I was scared, I was scarred and severely damaged by the past.
I realized, autumn is a season for my fallout, and now winter is coming, I have to face the cold situation of my life. I have to overcome my fears like surviving through an avalanche. This is only one of the seasons that I have to pass.
December 13, 2018
Dark room, cold floor and walls painted black. I realized I was living there for a long time. Wanting a friend but no one to call; I live my life alone and never had a home. I was born to this world without any clue of what my purpose is. Only sorrow is what I've known. But now, I rise. I walked through the window and put the curtains up. I finally overcome my fears. The cold of December doesn’t make me shiver anymore. I’m at peace now with nothing to worry. I hope it could last.
This story actually shows that everyone has an out seasoned experiences and that's where we get all the courage to live on and be change in a good way.