AKAYA: Kingdom Come (Untold Stories 3)

05

He's probably mistaken. It's difficult for me to dismiss the thought. If I insist that him claiming to have seen my red hair in bright daylight was a guess, that could be arranged. But instances like what I'm trying to assume are purely driven by luck and I believe that can't be it. 

I drank the remaining rum that fills the glass in my hand. Releasing an awful response that's somehow evident on my face. I'm certain that my life has been bitter after a hard accepted loss but this drink's way more than that.

The night came and the three elders were snoring to their throats at the pub. I covered them with blankets to keep them warm despite the scorching feeling that evaporates through them because of the drink they had.

Again, my hand grasps the mop and I begin tidying the library. I haven't swept the halls because I was pretty occupied early in the day. Hours passed and it was almost midnight. I have already placed the coffee powder in its proper jar, and so it's making me want to have some of its tongue-frightening taste.

I was never into coffee. My aunt loves tea and I managed to admire it too. Especially those that black tea that's only served at the end of the year. Where cold is infinite and drastic. Oh, I long for those times despite knowing the fact that they'll never come back.

The year-end will never be the same as how it used to be for me. Now, it'll only be cold and bitter like that one bottle of beer that Old Neihm has hidden underneath his chest filled with ice. 

I thought for a second. Do I deserve this kind of life? What did I even do to have this? I never asked for this, I never asked to be born. Would have I said yes if they asked me to be born with this kind of life? No, that'll never be the answer.

My fingers clasped the flask above the desk before I went lumbering, fool enough to drop the flask off on the ground. I couldn't help but sigh and roll my eyes in response to my wasteful actions that caused me to clean a hundred pieces of glass instead of placing one in the cupboard.

Touching broken pieces of sharp and agonizing glass was like flattening my belly to cross a chain-link fence, in hopes of not getting electrocuted. I have once encountered escaping from a mutt in the wild and the only way to distance myself a little further from it was to climb the fence but how would a child know how that works?

With confusion in my mind, I tried to risk half of my body. Not even having the slightest thought if the fence was engaged in electricity. Thankfully, it wasn't. I know escaping your problems is not really helpful but who knows? Escaping from that flesh-eating winter mutt kept me alive until now.

The trash was full after I dumped a whole bunch of garbage from the pub. I'm very much aware that Old Neihm would desire to offer me a scolding once he finds out that I left the trash full and flooding. 

I wrapped the tail of the bag around my palm and lifted it away from the can. The garbage collector's probably on his way now. If I were to go later and sit for a while, I'd be meeting him exactly in front of the square. If I go now, the cold would possibly tempt me to rip off the skin that chaps on my lips. So, I sit.

My eyes wandered across the room and noticed the chimes that kept on banging towards each other. Strange. No wind came to visit and stop by but they continued to dance midair. I find it somewhat chary and odd which made me lift myself and go near it.