Labyrinth of Dreams (old)

5: Complications

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“I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?” 

― John Lennon

Chapter 5

I shunned everybody who came close to a 10-metres range from me. I wanted some time to be alone and being anti-social helped me with my cause. Normally I might have gone to the library but the library’s attraction dulled a lot today. I strolled to the bus stop, my mind in a hectic party that made no sense. The path before me was a blurry mixture of colours. My legs carried me around robotically as if they were programmed by HTML.

I had not absorbed any lessons today which probably meant I had a lot of catching up to do, but nobody would care about that if you were in my shoes. Instead of getting my priorities straight, the scene of my sister kept replaying in my head.

I had missed her so much since the day she suddenly disappeared from my life. Everybody told me she would not come back. I had defended her with every ounce of my breath. Until this morning, I had still believed she would come back for me. I had still believed she had not changed.

Those were simply delusions - dreams I created for myself only to be shattered. She did come back for me, but she changed. She had even put on make up. I felt betrayed. The make up changed her, not just physically but from deep down. They did not just cover her face up; they covered up her sweet genuine soul. I shook that thought away and realized I had overshot the bus stop by a few ten metres, too absorbed in my own thoughts. I mirthlessly chuckled to myself and walked back.

While waiting for the bus, I tried to make sense of my thoughts. Exhausted from the day, my thoughts were a mess. Imagine a kitten playing with a ball or yarn and getting entangled in it. I was the kitten, my sister’s appearance was the yarn. Since the scorching heat was not helping my situation, imagine me as a flustered and angry kitten instead. I could barely think properly. Right now, millions of thoughts bombarded my mind. It felt as if I was thinking everything yet nothing at once. It was so baffling.

A bus trundled steadily to the bus stop. Looking up, I waved for the bus, seeing a prominent ‘79’ plate. The bus was adequately empty. While most of the seats were taken, I found a seat next to the aisle. I plonked myself down, my bag hitting the floor with a resonating thud. The plump lady, dressed in a faded flower-print blouse, eyed me curiously.

What is she staring at? Look at the way she dressed, did she think this was Hawaii or something?

Before my disgust could manifest, a voice in my head promptly scolded me for prejudicing against her. Instead, I cooled myself and amused myself with the hem of my white cotton blouse.

I allowed the cool air-condition to offer me the peace and tranquility I needed. The cool icy touch of the air stroked my face, soothing the crinkles I did not realise had formed on my face over the morning. The tingling sensation tickled my senses, refreshing me.

They should totally install air-cons in classrooms. How lovely would that be!

I closed my eyes, feeling the cool air coming to me and taking all my frustrations away. It was a refreshing change and my body had taken the new temperature really well.

“Hey,” I heard a voice on my left.

The flower lady, taking up a quarter of seat, jerked me to the aisle, abruptly shocking me from my peace. I was about to get worked up until I realised a short man towering over me, standing next to where I sat. While he was short, I still felt small, probably because I was sitting down. At first, I was simply startled from my sweet cocoon of peace I had received from the air-con. Soon after, the curiosity and pity swarmed over me. I would think the man had a thin aura about him that made me uneasy. It was almost like the vibe Lydia had, except for the gentleness to it. His beady eyes, which stare straight into my pupils, thin upper lip and round face made it obvious he suffered from Down syndrome.