Running Away | (2007) | Unpublished Short Story

Running Away | 2007 | Short Story

The sky were gloomy as it always does,

I creep to the roof to see

If I could catch glimpse of the morning sunlight

But the clouds never give me chance

It turn out to be dark and murky outside

The street lamps light up the roads

It is the least that they can do,

although they are nobody

they still light someone's life

Still, I am seeking to see the sunlight everyday..

Father use to tell me stories that sunlight turns the ghost away,

weaken the evil and demon, so that they can only whisper and not to be seen

I used to wonder in any chances for the people I meet everyday could be a soul reaper

But maybe it just some old folk's story to scare children like me long ago

The room in front of my windows suddenly light up

It's her. Beautiful girl in my grade, maybe not the most.

But for me, she's the one. I could barely speak up in front of her.

Her smile make me stoned, something that my vision can't stand against

Going by the school bus is the routine I hate the most

with noisy people speaking loud as if their friend is miles away

The yellow bus carrying bunch of middle school student is always late

and the teachers are yelling at us every morning too...

They should yell at the late bus not us..

Monday up to Friday

I dislike them a lot, I already know that stuff they teach

I already read them, tested some of the lab stuff,

I know the drill, I just to lazy to make my marks beyond everyone

I always do my paper halfway done instead of doing it all right

Grandpa always smile although I'll only get 50 for my tests or exams

Grandma tell me to make it done but I always insist with thousand of excuses

I don't mind people calling me names like 50, or halfway mind

Because I know the arrogant girl can get 80 top and never more than that

     "You should join the play" Heather voice struck me.

     "I always see you playing the violin" the girl next door said again.

So all this time she was watching me too? I couldn't say a word but leave as before...

Shocked maybe or too scared..

My way home is much colder

Silence is my companion all the way to the door bell 

Grandma ask ask me something bout school but I just node and enter my room

Fascinated by her compliment  earlier

I begin to act as nothing had happened 

but my hand were already unbrief the violin and unconditionally 

play them slowly

As my finger play the "Adagio"

I closed my eyes and the music takes me away..

the background music seems to merge with my play

and the world had leave my life.. 

I'm in my own world

where darkness can't be in shadows, 

where loud talking muted

and where no body could physically and mentally touch me... 

Then suddenly those feeling stop.

there's something sound nice to hear, 

soft as the pillow, 

smooth as the silk, 

tempting as the delicious food, 

light as the feather

I open up my eye,

I could feel the beach.. 

I searched for the sound, 

Music never heard before, 

I bet it is not from the stereo, 

The stereo played junk over years now

I curiously seek for the music

when I find her windows is wide open not as usual,

unlike my broken windows

to hear her playing the black and white keys

is amazing and unusual too 

we never had any music class except for the recorder thing and drum

guitar are the least they can afford or who knows.. 

It must be her mother who teach her to play that beautiful 

So beautiful so that you'll able to take shower with the moon lit 

That the sea breeze will fly you to the sky... 

Then I realise, it was the exact same song I played not long ago, 

The Moonlight

The music stop and she went to the windows.. 

She spark some lovely smile

Then unconsciously my lips make some smile

something that I didn't do for quite some times now.. 

It was years ago I've been smiling like this.. 

When my father finally rest assure in peace mother went to heal herself

to run away from those memories, searching for love to take on the pain

then nobody know a thing I guess.. 

     "Both of us can make better music. Because two is better than one, together is more fun than alone, 

      we can run to the world we want together" 

Silently I node and smile,

the greatest way to end the day ever

In smiles I went down to have the dinner as grandma called out my name 

They look fine though I knew they are wondering with my smile

Day after that is better, 

I have friend to go anywhere, 

well our routine is the same so with our time table

lack of option make all student have no chance in choosing what we want to learn

we played our tools facing each other. 

although we are in different room we can hear each other, 

we can see each other

through two different windows

we can run to our world. 

undisturbed. 

and become what we want

We can play "Only time" and make some duet from it

we can play "Love story" by a famous French guy

sometimes we feel sad but then happiness will never failed to come

my day with her is falling in love with her again and again

and not just with her, with her music too

Something engraved in my heart, 

someday soon I'll ask her the millions dollar question 

when the time come, I'll make sure she deserve a ring on her finger

but those are a long way to go

*****

Class is boring as usual

but the only playing instrument teacher come into the class

everybody know what coming

so do I

     "So as usual, there will be music performance. But I have a request. This year a student or two must join

      the performance"

She raises her hand so I follow her and raise mine too. Everybody were so shocked as I raise my hand.

Because no one, besides her ever hear me play and in front of many people I never act as I am worthy to be adored

*****

Everyday after school,

we will stay back and it just a duo 

the other were practising something else..

some of them are acting 

and the other are singing

She and I 

play beautifully. No, its not beautiful. it more like wonderful

our music cannot be compared by anyone now

music that can make you run away from all the things

all the things called problems and other things

*****

The night of greatness have come

I've been waiting for her on the backstage 

I'm so worried she didn't come yet

She told me earlier that she will come quite late because there's something 

something she had to do

Maybe it was her sick father

the only family she had..

*****

     "No one know what they can do, no one ever heard of them before and no one know who they are.

      On this last performance, the stage and the time, we give to the Next Door Duo" they are calling for us

When I come out to the stage, I see her coming. From the other end of the stage.

Then we started to play. I don't know why. But her play is different..

It is sad. very sad, it makes my memory play the time 

when daddy leave us for eternity

and mourning can be heard loud and clear

when no people for you to run 

no one. no one

So we played in tears, running away from the stage, 

we played until the song is done

until we open my eyes and see nothing but tears from the audience 

All of them we clapping with tears

*****

I couldn't see her anywhere

I tried to search for her

so hard but I can't

So home we off to go

*****

When we reach home, there's so many people next door

I run as fast as I could ever run

I come to see bodies 

It was her father and it's her

I fall by my knees

crying 

unlike when my father died, where no tears we dropped 

It flows like river, falling down like waterfall

Her father died by his illness

People find her body outside the house

No one know either she is going out or coming home

My feeling tells me she was hit by the car before 

but who is playing with me then?

So I take it she was hit when I see her nowhere last night

The next day, the music teacher come and hug me

with tears and sob

     "I'm very sorry to let you play alone, I couldn't tell you earlier. And last night you were playing fantastic 

      As she is playing with you, and no one say you are a freak any more. Although you were playing alone

      people know you are amazing  last night though she is not there"

Lightning hits me. It was never me alone played last night

It was her and me

and to make certain things clear, my play is never perfect without her 

so I faint after that

*****

We have moved to the next town

I had to forget all of those memories they say

but the things is I can't and I wouldn't 

because I know.. 

Whenever my violin play a song, 

I know and I always hear piano playing as well

So I know she never left me, 

all I need to do is to run away with my violin and meet her

In the world only we know

path only we recognize 

Where she and me will never part..

The end 

Nicholas A (2007)

Edited for spelling error (2014), 

Because grammatical error is perfect for me
This is not true story but maybe in other part of the world this may

and I wrote this 7 years ago

so this is it