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Friday, August 26, 2011

Rain (epi of shadow)

Rain
           
            A man with black shirt was walking down the street. The street itself was empty – there was only him alone. He stopped at his place and looked around, then he walked again.
            He walked again as his footsteps echoed around, despite there weren’t anything around him. He kept walking before he felt like something was following him. he stopped again at his place, then he turned back to check, but...
            But…
•••
            William sat up from his bed, panting. He looked around to make sure nobody was around, then he suddenly felt something painful on his chest. He held it, then he slowly laid down on the bed again.
            “Damned thing…”
            He took the alarm clock next to the bed and looked at it. The long arm was pointing at number three and the short one was at two. He put it down, then he slowly sat up, fighting the pain on his chest, and looked around.
            “it’s late already.”
            He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself at the mirror and sighed. He looked so ragged – so he thought.
            “I have to go back to Kowloon…”
            He sighed as he took the glass and filled it with some tap water.
            “At least, today.”
            He looked at himself – again. There was an area around his eyes that were black – sign of lack of sleep. He sighed as he took the toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it.
            Is this ever what you wanted…?
            He looked down to himself as he brushed his teeth. He then sighed and looked away.
            How pitiful. When I finally get what I want, I’m not happy.
            …
            Whatever. What is happiness anyway?
•••
            “Kowloon Station. Please mind the platform gap.”
            The door opened, then William walked out of the train. He walked to the escalator and it brought him up. He then walked out of the gate and looked around.
            “Hey.”
            He turned back and saw a man with white shirt standing a few steps from him. He was leaning by the fence next to a counter.
            “Yes…?”
            “Follow me.”
            “Where?”
            “Just follow me.”
•••
            The car stopped in front of a small factory-like building. William opened the door and got out along with the man. The man looked at him, then he smiled.
            “Do you know this place?”
            “If I’m not mistaken, this factory is closed a few months ago,” he said. “Yes?”
            “Yes,” the man said as he walked to the factory. “Come on in.”
            William looked at it for a while, then he turned to him.
            “What for?”
            “My, just come in.”
            The man walked into the factory as William watched him. He then sighed and looked away.
            “My, do I have a choice,” he said as he followed the man. The man looked at him, then he chuckled.
            “My, so you really resigned.”
            “If I mean something, I mean it.”
            Willim could then smell something unusual. He covered his mouth and nose as he looked around.
            “Opium?”
            “Policemen sure are sharp, even the exes.”
            They walked further inside as William kept on covering his nose. The man smiled as he could see William wasn’t yet acquainted with their ways.
            “Are you feeling fine, actually?”
            “…”
            William kept following him through the dim-lighted path as the man looked around. He then stopped and turned to William.
            “Tell me.”
            “…”
            The man looked at him for a while, then he sighed in disappointment.
            “Fine, you don’t have to tell…”
            He turned back and sat on a chair just behind him. The old man was waiting there as he handled a few packs of white powder. William looked at them for a while, then he sighed and left.
            “I’m going.”
            The man looked at him for a while as the old man in front of him took out a few more packs out of nowhere.
            “William Fu…”
            William stopped at his place and turned back. The man took out a cigarette and lit it, then he smiled.
            “It’s still following you.”
            William looked at him for a while, then he sighed and turned away.
            “I know.”
            “You’re not going to make it disappear?”
            William looked down towards his shadow for a while, then he sighed and walked away.
            “Shadows follow you everywhere. You can never get rid of those. But to overcome that shadow and find your own light…”
            He stepped out of the factory and looked up to the sky. It was dark grey.
            “It’s going to rain.”
~•~
(totally unclear. totally unclear)
(AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH~)
(Btw, sorry because this haven't passed A SINGLE check, so this is really a crude one.)
(and sorry for people using rss, if the post forgotten appeared twice. beyond my control. sorry. sorry. sorry.)

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Forgotten


I'm leaving.
There's no point of staying there anymore.
He saw it. He knows now. There's no point of hiding it anymore.
...
It will be over soon, after all. After this I will have to test the machine to see if it works...
Then, it will be over.
Maybe that's the last thing I want to do before I die...
The sky is cloudy tonight. Looks like it will rain soon.
...
I wonder if I can sleep in the factory tonight. I hope everything will go smoothly...
I don't need anybody else to find out.
...
But, Edward, he...
I don't know.
From the first time we met, I can feel something different from him.
He has a very welcome character. The kind of person you want to get close with.
It's like he has a very calming aura.
...
But didn't he say that this world might be just a dream?
Different places, but a lot of the same faces, he said.
...
You wake up from every dream.
And the dream will fade away as time passes.
Then, I must be just a man in his dreams. Just a man to be forgotten.
He said that he might be able to go home.
That means he will forget me soon.
...
No.
I don't want to be forgotten like that.
This is my world. I want to show that I lived.
I want everyone to remember that I lived.
That's why I'm doing this. The last thing I have to do before I die.
He won't feel lonely without me or Noah. He has his own brother. He told me that.
He's here because he saved his brother, he said.
...
I have to face it. I'm pretty much nobody to him.
Just someone to be forgotten as time passes.
He don't understand how I feel.
He never had something like this.
I will die. I can't deny it.
Every dead person has to be forgotten.
...
November the sixth is only a few days from now.
I only need to stay alive until that day ended.
The doctor said my medication can only keep me alive until that day. In the best condition, it will.
But I'm somehow pessimistic about this 'best condition'...
...
As I expected, Edward doesn't understand a thing.
He's not from this world. He shouldn't have said as thing about this world's matters.
More like, he doesn't need to know.
This is my world and it will always be.
I want to do something for it.
Even if it leads to war, even if they're bad people, I don't mind. I don't mind if people remember me as a criminal.
As long as I'm not forgotten, that's enough.
I don't like the idea of dying in vain. I want someone to cry over my death.
I don't care who that person will be.
...
I haven't got much time.
I can feel my lungs became heavier every day. Maybe the medicine can't help me that much...
I have to be quick.
I want to be remembered as Alphonse Heiderich. That's enough.
...
I don't have any idea what he's doing right now.
He can go and play with the girls, and forget about this miserable me.
He must be studying now, about what can bring him back to his world.
And as soon as he goes back to his world, I will be forgotten for sure. I know he's got another 'Alphonse' there.
...
I don't know. Maybe it's time to forget about it.
I will die.
Everyone dies.
It won't make a difference for him if I die before him. I'm sure it won't.
...
I... I don't know.
This isn't exactly the end I wanted for myself.
...
But everything has became like this.
I have to...
Urgh...
It's that feeling again...
I...
...
I have to hurry.
I shouldn't hesitate. There aren't much time left for me to do anything. There aren't many things I can do now.
I have to accept it.
I will die, and be forgotten.
I must hurry and show them I ever lived.
Yes, this isn't the end I wanted...
But I can't do anything about that, can I...
...
I don't want to die yet...
Because...
...
I... I don't know.
I can't do anything. How pathetic.
I don't have much time. My time is running out.
If just I have a bit more time...
...
I have to leave, now...
...
Es tut mir Leid, Edward...
...
I'm really leaving now.

(too much '...'? sorry about that... ^^)


...

people!!!!!! how chicken misses you folks!!!!
how is chicken here? fine.....
(your story?)
my story?
..............(sweats)
i'm not gonna boast and say it's done, in fact i still have...
something like...
(...)
3 chs to work with...
oh, then why am i happy posting here because i lost my mood.
(so chicken lost a mood too.)
.................
it... it would be lovely if you don't say something like that...
but it's only 3 chapters.... (only. ONLY! *sigh*)
so after check... is checkmate (yeah, yeah) and then rain, and over.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAH
(going crazy)
so how am I while doing it?
today we practically don't do anything at school (since tomorrow's the Republic's birthday) and this is what I do after I participated.
..........
chicken: hi, miss!!! (walked to the shelf and took the book 'the story of an honest cow')
(headed to the computer and turned it on)
acquaintance: hi chicken~
chicken: hi~
(actually before i went to the library there was a meeting with english teacher with the student council members but because i got the permission to get in at the VERY last minute....)
(....)
(sits down and opened word. took book and started reading)
(friend came in and played something)
chicken: hey, click that! click that!
friend: now, what's this?
practically i tried to finish the cow book ASAP then read the book 'a child called it'.
and for the staggering four hours all i did is type 3 pages.
then:
TOA: we are hoping that students will come to watch the soccer final...
chicken: it's just a hope, so i'm not coming, miss~
(librarian kicked all of the students inside out to watch)
and so i'm continuing right now.
(what is it about?)
a...a group of three...
(huey, dewey, and...)
no... what do you call a group of three?
(triad, right...?)
yes...
(...?)
not the musical triad alright....
(...?)
whatever. look it up yourself. and as usual...
...
it's weird~
ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! headache!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
forget it. btw i found these interesting stuff~
proofreading site: grammarly.com
publishing: suggestion: chooseyourpublisher.com
and for publishing hardcopies: wordclay.com (US', i can't prove they're useful yet)
hope all three will be useful. hope all three will be useful~
and btw, let's stop talking about that...
and ridiculously, a good guy can be bad and a bad guy can be good in my story. so trust me it's weird.
i don't even know why i'm thinking of publishing it.... (smacks head)
but i'm not wandering for a month without anything you know~
of course, something i can post here about this...
surprisingly great guy~
(wottt!!!)
yeah, wot? it's fine, is it not..
(no!!)
(Yes! yes! why must he die at the end! hess you bastard!!!)
sorry~
so at the end, it's kind of a fanfic....
but not one....
but not a poem either....
........
i'm in love with him!!!! (kyaan~)
(his name?)
find out yourself~
(ah~)
english teacher knows! english teacher knows! (he took my diary, he must've seen at least a guy's name...)
so in the movie, there's a scene like this~
as you see, he's suffering from...... TB? kinda?
the story happened around WWII (that's why there's a Hess there)
so he was staying with a friend, then he had a work to be done, then he told his friend he'll sleep in the factory. friend stopped him, he fought with friend, then coughed blood like that (kyaan!) and left the house.
(house?)
it happened around 1923.... after the Nazi coup i guess.
hey i don't mind borrowing the book to people but it's in mandarin... traditional writing..
even chicken has trouble reading it.
but at the end of the story he helped a friend escape and he was killed by Hess....
yes, yes, Rudolf Hess...
that's why i hate Hess!!!!! (it would be lovely to hear that he was dead in UK, so i believe in that ver)
but i don't know if this is a poem or wot, not surely a story...
happy! i'll post the last ch of my story here when it's done~