Dark Alley

Chapter 2

It's 24-11-95 mister.

     In every two digits I hear him pause.

What does it mean?

     New questions pass through my mind and it was all because of those numbers I heard just a minute ago.

     Today, I saw things I've never seen ever before. Like the two round thing around his chest. Or hear something like his sudden screaming. And most especially, I've never felt anything like this. For the hundred days of boredness I never felt buzzed! Like when I saw those blue eyes.

     If ever there is a tomorrow I would like to see those eyes. I planned not to sleep but just remember what happened hours ago.

    Time sure flies so fast in here.

     I pressed my chest. Fortunately there was no round thing growing on mine. I dragged my hands upward, my fingers passes that pointy thing on my neck that moves whenever I digest my food. I held my chin, I noticed that a hair is starting to grow there and any random time from now I wish someone is going to trim it for me. I will always wait for some one to visit for me. Like my parent. My dad specifically, I want him to visit since he's the only one who can bring music in the place. I wonder if he brings vinyl tapes and inserts them in a turning table that makes them sing, vinyl for me are impressive because they are singing objects. I used to listen to them with my him.

     Foxtrot. I used to live with themed music. I can even remember the tone of the last song I have ever listen to. Forgetting the lyrics - I closed my eyes as I try to remember where and when I first heard it. I hummed it anyways.

hmmmm...

hmm...

hmmmm....

     Still nothing. If I ever remember it I'd sing it here badly, I'd sing it forever.

     I wonder what's happening outside these walls, I wonder if my parents still remember me -  I stopped questioning myself about it on my 678th day here, since even with or without me out there nothing would change.

     I wonder if there are more trees outside. If there are floating cars already. I pushed my eyes down. I want to see things my own way - because the only good thing about staying here is that I had the luxury to imagine about it.

     The place suddenly became warm. Not more than five minutes I started to produce water in my body. It tastes like salt and I felt warm. I took my shirt off and wiped them away from me with it. I tossed my shirt on the ground. Eventually someone will invisibly take it in my sleep and returns it to me anyways in it's original mint smell form as I wake up.

     I stare at my stomach. I see my hair starts to grow below my navel. I wonder why I feel like I have evolved every time I wake up.

     The heat began to melt me and turn me to water then evaporate me sooner. I planned to take my shorts off, but before I could do it I heard a screech on the wall.