You know, I remembered how I came to be here. That is a quiet story to tell, let me tell you what happened a long, long time ago. Yes......
Once upon a long, long time ago.......
"Hey, you," a voice rang out; I looked around to see if there is anybody. It was dark and damp, around midnight. It was freezing that night, I shivered to my bone. The street that was always busy with full of people, like a busy bee a-buzzing about in daytime now is eerily empty. The streetlights and building lights shimmer upon the wet pavements that were rained upon. It was raining hard about an hour ago, now is drizzling.
"Yes, you. Come here."
I jerked my head around, looking for that voice, a familiar voice. Far across the corner of the street, where the group of few black people liked to play seven, there stood a shadowed figure. The figure of shadow was wearing a hooded cape. As I got closer to the figure of shadow, I could see blue eyes glowing eerily like sapphire embers. I can see an old man hidden inside a hooded cape, hanging low on his face. Tears were falling from my eyes, but not because I was scared, I wasn't. As a matter of fact, I don't need to fear this guy. He is the guy I love.
"You remembered, don't you?" He whispered in a husky voice as his sapphire blue eyes glowed softly.
I nodded softly, as he cupped my face with a hand, wiped tears from my cheek with his thumb. I savored every moment he held my face in the palm of his hand. As soon as he withdrew his hand, I snapped out of that warmth, comfort zone, and its back to coldness and emptiness. Shadowed old man put an odd potion bottle. And small, beaten, and worn-out old-looking journal book in my hand.
"Take this and go home. Follow this instruction that I have written down, I must go now. I love you, forever."
I ran all the way to my apartment, clinging the odd potion bottle and journal to my chest as if my life were depending on it. I slid down, sobbing good for half-hour as soon I slammed the door behind me.
I walked over to my small kitchen table, laid down the odd potion bottle on the table, sat down in the chair. I stared at items laid out on the table for I don't know how long, unsure if I should read it or leave it alone. I hesitantly picked up the journal, opened it, and went on reading it.
"Should you ever come across this portion and journal...
Beware of picking vessel, for if anything ever goes wrong,
Disembodied or death will occur."
I stared at that little quote, yet very intimidating. I went on reading, slowly. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss out on anything; besides I am curious what does this little journal has to say about the potion bottle, what does that bottle has. As soon as I finished it, I laid it down on the table and started to think, hard. I called up my really good old guy friend, he has this huge crush on me. I told him I needed to see him, and he needed to come over at once. When I told him that over the phone, I sobbed hysterically. He screeched his way over to my apartment and rushed in. He has a key to my apartment; he was the only guy I trusted. I pretended to sob hysterically as soon as he rushed to my side.
"What's wrong?" Donald asked, giving me the worried look.
"Oh, everything and nothing." I bawled. I half-told the truth and half lied to my friend Donald.
"When I walked down the street from my work, I felt as if someone were watching me. I even heard my name being called. I was so scared, I thought I saw him." I paused as I was trying to catch my breath. "He appeared as quickly as he disappeared, I ran fast as I could. I didn't even look back, what if it was him? I should go back, right?" I whimpered as I looked up into his green emerald eyes. He looked at me softly.
