Monday, February 3, 2014

Running Away | (2007) | Unpublished Short Story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