Tuesday, September 29, 2009

I Want to Tell You I Love You (The Short Story)

(Comments please. :D)


I WANT TO TELL YOU that I'm not all right. But I can't. I have to be strong. Keep strong. For the both of us. If only I could, I'd go back. Back to when I first laid eyes on you, and you smiled back at me. Your braces were pink, almost the same color as your cheeks.

I want to go back to when your dark-brown locks moved through my fingers and your scent made me swoon with its lovely rosy air. Back to that very moment when you first told me you liked me, and I told you the same. Back to when you first told me we'd always be together even if we'd only been with each other for just a few days. Immature? We were, we still are. But innocent? I guess, things have changed in such a short time.

I want to go back to that day. Maybe, I could've let my doubts take over me, so we wouldn't be where we are right now. But your eyes, your enchanting brown eyes. Just by looking at them, I had forgotten everything, and that was the end of all the voices fighting in my head. There was a raucous downstairs, the floorboards were vibrating, the air was that of alcohol, but I just kept staring into your eyes. And the screams and shouts from a floor below flew into the air as fireworks crackling in the starry sky.

I want to forget. To forget the feeling of your supple skin as it rubbed against mine. To forget the feeling of your moist lips as it filled me with desire. To forget what it's like to be in a world that seemed too beautiful to be our own. To forget what it was like to let go of your own self and let the feeling of forever embrace you. I just want to forget everything so that it'd seem like nothing happened. But we both know that's not possible. The days will go by, the weeks, the months, but we'll only be reminded of it more and more.

I want to turn back now, but I can't, not with you that way. Your eyes don't have the same glimmer as it did before. And as they stare into mine, I'm reminded of what I've done. I don't think I can ever live with myself to think about it, but I can't leave you alone. That's the only thing I'm sure of, and I promise you that. I won't leave you.

I want to stay here forever because I'm not too sure about what happens next. All I want to do is be in this moment with you and hope everything will come to pass.

I want to listen to your heart, listen to its soft beating beneath your swollen chest. Beating, telling me of all your loneliness, your desires, your woes, your reliefs. But right now, all I hear is mine. They sound like hard drums, drowning out all my emotions but fear. It's slowly scaring away any consolations I have left. I don't want you to hear it. You're the only thing I think of to make me happy again, and I don't want you to go away. I don't want you to die inside because I am.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Seem so... silent today."

"You too..."

I want to tell you that I won't be all right. But I can't. I look at you as we both lie here, your long, shiny hair on my chest, my hands resting on your stomach. The September sun shining, glowing on your beautiful figure, so full of life. And I worry what happens next.

I want you to tell me you'll be all right because if you won't, I don't think I'll ever be. And we'll be as miserable as we were when we weren't together to begin with. But your petite hands are clasping mine, and it's as if I feel you touching my soul, telling me we'll get out of this alive. And I pray we do.

"Isn't the sunset beautiful?"

"I wouldn't know."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to look at it."

"Hmm?"

"It's so bright when you look at it. Glaring almost. And the sky. It's just darkness as it goes down."

"Well, that's how it is."

"I'd rather keep looking at you."




"I like doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Sharing the silence."

"That's deep."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

You have to tell me you're all right because I don't think I can do this. If I can just tell you the truth, I'd cry right now. But I don't want you to worry. Because if you do, I'll break down even more. I'm holding my tears because I don't want them to cloud my view. I have to see your beautiful brown eyes because it's the only thing that keeps me calm, the only thing that's keeping me calm. Your eyes that attracted me the first time we met. Your eyes that assured me we'd be all right when I first told you about this.

You have to tell me you'll hold my hand through this. I don't know where we're going, and I'd be lost in this endless tunnel without you by my side. I know you don't know your way either, but at least I'd be comforted by the fact that I won't be going through this with someone else who won't understand me as much as you do, with someone else who'd care less about me.

You have to tell me you're sorry for what you did. I don't know what came over me when I let you come close, but why I didn't pull back I still wonder. When you held back my smooth hair and breathed on me with your warm air, I guess I just let all my thoughts go. You knew what was happening, you knew, but it was too good to resist, wasn't it? It was, I know. Three months ago, I wished that that beautiful moment would never end. Now, I just wish we never went through it at all.

You have to tell me you'll forgive me. I can feel your pain though you hide it. I didn't know what I was thinking when I brought you with me. Why I didn't let you stay back was, I guess, my fault. It was too much for everyone to handle, and I was stupid enough to let you be there. Now, you twitch every time you try to move, and my heart hurts. And when I see the blue in your eyes, it just pains me even more, but I still smile. I smile because it just reminds me of what you're willing to do. When you took those blows for me, I just knew how much you actually cared.

You have to tell me you're stupid. Why you smiled like that even as you looked at me all bruised I just can't understand. We're all alone now. No one to turn to. And you already knew that at that very moment, but you still smiled. And my tears dropped on your cheeks as I looked down on you, you laid on my lap as I knelt on the floor.

You have to tell me that we can get through this, that we can be happy again like we once were.

You have to tell me I can do this. I'm scared. I'm really scared, and I don't know if I really can. We're too young. We barely know anything. And we're all alone. Alone. The thought just scares me so much. I think I'm dying inside. Only you are giving me enough hope, and if you leave me now, I don't know what I'm going to do. I hope you don't, but if you do, I guess I can't blame you. But I really hope you don't.

"Summer."

"What?"

"March. We graduate on March."

"And summer?"

"After that, it'd be our last summer."

"Yeah."

You have to tell me you'll be all right because I can't stand it anymore. My head rests on your strong, chest, and I hear your heart beating. I feel it shaking my whole body, giving me life. And it scares me deep inside to know what's happening. I can't live this way for the both of us. It's tearing me apart.

I have to tell you I'm not all right. And I don't know where we're going, but if you'll be here with me, I think I can muster enough strength to do this. I feel the warmth of your hands holding my own, and I hope it's you telling me you won't leave me alone. I don't know how and I don't why but all I'm sure of is that I LOVE YOU.

"I really do."

"What?"

"I do."

Hospital

DAY 31


Missed me?
I just got home from the hospital.

God. How long has it been? Six days?
It was hell in there. So white. So clean. Yet so dirty. You could feel the germs everywhere. And i'm not germophobic.

And well... it was lonely.

Well... of course, people visited.
Well, not really. Just Jenna, the kids, Chris and Brian.
The normal family.

Why I was in there?
Don't ask. All I know is that I passed out at work, and when I woke up I was in those unnerving white clothes on some hospital bed.

It got boring. I'm not much of a TV person, so I passed the time playing with the bed's remote control.

They kept giving me all these drugs.
(Why do I call medicines drugs? So morbid.)
I think I was high for most of my stay. Practically that strong. It's like... weed only not.

At one point, I think I was flirting with the nurse, which is not me.
She thought it was cute though. She told me when I woke up the next day.

My room was in the side of the hospital where you can see the sun the whole day.
It was glaring. I was unlucky enough not to have curtain handles, hence no curtains. Whoopee.

For six whole days I watched the sun rise and stay and set.
Really bright... and hot too. Burning almost. Like summer, only not.

Oh. And something strange happened. Funny actually.
Well, I like sleeping under the covers, see. So while I was half-asleep, this family suddenly came in. And then I heard this woman start crying talking about how she had so much plans for me and all. I was like... WHUT?

I realized after a few seconds that she thought I was her son, and that I was dead. I didn't move though, pretended to be asleep. I imagine it would give her a heart attack if her "son" rose from the dead. I didn't know what to do actually. It was a good thing the vampire nurse came to prick some blood off my finger. Told the lady she was in the wrong room, and then there was this awkward aura in the whole place till she left.

When she closed the door, I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt.
And the nurse was laughing too, though a bit more quietly.

The people from the cafe sent me a cake. They know which one I love.
I think I would've enjoyed their presence more, but I guess they're too busy to come by, so I don't really mind.

I did get this one gift though.
It was this music box thing with some kind of English--or was that Russian--guard guy with the big black woolly head thing inside it. Kinda funny looking actually. But the music was soft, tender. Reminded me off... well, I don't know really. But it calms me down.
That tingly feeling and all...

Well, I was released just today.
(God. That words sounds so morbid. Released)

Now, I have to reschedule a few stuff. For one, that chat with my college friend. For another, my date. Hehe.

My answering machine has all these messages that need answering. My audition is, apparently, tomorrow. So good luck to me.

Well, if there's one thing I enjoyed in the hospital, it was the peace.
I was able to write a lot more inside... but they all seem empty. I guess there isn't any inspiration in there.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Date

DAY 25


I'm in heaven.
That's all. Sigh....

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Temptation

DAY 24


I'm being tempted again.
This time, really bad.

It's not easy. I'm barely making it through.

But I promised myself I wouldn't, and I'm not. I won't


Optimistic news of the day:
I decided to meet up with that college friend who called back.
Coffee. This Friday.

How's that optimistic? I'm going out of the house, and it doesn't involve either the bar, the cafe or the hospital. And for once, I'm actually going to have actual human interaction.

I just wonder. See seemed like he had something important to say...

Late

DAY 23


I just realized my life is worth posting on that FML website.

I overslept today.
I was working on these new pieces. I was on a roll from 11.30pm to 3am.
Like the inspiration kept flowing.

Made me feel alive.

But naturally, that took a toll on my sleep.
I arrived late in work today.

I'd go on talking about how our new manager was bitching this and bitching that, but I'd save it for another day. Bleh. I don't even want to remember his face. I want Anne back, she was a better manager. This guy's just full of it.

But that wasn't the last of it.
I mixed up a couple of orders in my drowsiness... And this one bitchy customer went rattling and rattling on how that screwed her diet and how blah and blah.
It's a good thing her husband was more... calm about it.

Geez. People.
Can I get a break?

I should've called in sick.

One thing interested me though.
There was this girl reading a book. I dunno why, but it seemed like more inspiration to me.

Was it her face? Was it the natural lighting from the sun outside? Was it the book?
I dunno.


I should post something like:
Today, my bitchy manager and this bitchy customer bitched on me. FML.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Positive

DAY 22


My psychologist is telling me I should be more positive...
which is more than anything I can say about my life.

Gah. Scratch that.

She says I'm too emo and negative and stuff, which I admit is true, but...
Well, she wants me to "look at the glass as half-full," as she puts it.

Probably because I was ranting to her about weddings, which are apparently "my favorite event ever! oh my god!"

If it weren't good for my "emotional health," I guess I wouldn't be following her... but then it is. So okay. I'm giving it a try.


Something positive for today:
SHE CALLED BACK!

I'm so giddy right now! If you could just see me... Haha!
I guess I'm booked for Thursday night? *wink*

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Weddings

DAY 21


Great! Another wedding. (note: sarcasm)

Another reason for "true bliss" and "eternal joy" to go floating around the air.
Another reason for all those other married couples who always seem to get on your nerves to be all plastic, wishing the newlyweds congratulations.
Another reason for separation cases to increase in the country in an alarming rate.
Another reason for money to be wasted on bad-tasting cakes and itchy flowers.

Another reason for all those college classmates to get together and compare their lives outside of a class reunion. Girlfriend/boyfriend this. Job that. Salary this. God!
Do you know how superficial that is? And then to see there's not much of a difference from when they were back at school? Same douchebags, different hairstyles. Yipee!

Another reason to remind you how shitty your life is.

And of course, another reason for your old "buddies" to implicitly tell you, "Your life is shit!"
Exactly the reasons why I hate weddings.

So yes. Yet another college classmate is getting married.

But no. I don't have an invite or anything... I doubt anyone ever remembers me anyway.
In fact, I don't even know who's getting married. Jenna was just telling me 'bout it over lunch today. She heard from someone who heard from someone from my batch.

Apparently, they're a happy couple.
Boohoo.

I hate weddings.