Insane

2.) Red Tears and Screeching

"Foster, love. I'm here and you know it. You can't ignore me forever..." 

The girl in her pink knee high dress glide closer next to my bed. She was crying, her eyes were always glassy when they stare at me. They were familiar. Definitely they are, I know them by heart. But I can't look at it anymore. Not when I knew that she's not here anymore. But she is.

The next morning, she was gone. But her smell stayed at the empty space of my bed. I walked out of the room after I got ready for school to hear the laughs that extinct a long time ago. Walking downstairs, there I saw my laughing drunk uncle staring at the blank tv. He noticed me, but he ignored because he knew I will do the same. I took out a cereal bar out from the cupboard as my today's breakfast and stepped out of the house leaving my lifeless uncle be.

The surburb at where I live was almost as empty to abandoned. Only a few old folks still lived here and I was the youngest around. Even if it was really empty, it was one of the loudest place I could ever live in. If you're in my place, it's hard to differentiate whose real or not until you walk past through them.

"Aaaarghhh!!!" The scream echoed through houses, but the old couple sitting at their veranda doesn't seem to flich at it.

"Help! Help me please!"

"Not a single living soul will I allow to be in my house!"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

The sorrowful shouts continued, and it was no longer the music I was afraid of. I was done playing along as in a horror movie. Almost half of the place knew I could see them. What makes this place miserable? It was the gangsters that used to terrorize the folks here a long time ago in the years of my old uncle. I can't tell exactly what they do to them but they sure left a cursed peace.

"Young man? Can you find my son? Tell him to come back home. I miss him dearly.." She stood in front of me with her wrinkled eyes puffy and swollen from crying.  She cried for 12 years now, waiting for her son who never came. I was helpless then, and still am now. There was nothing I could help at all to find their peace, but to just become an audience to them begging for my help.

I used to think that God gave me this ability for a reason of a hero.

But now, I'm no longer a believer.

And that automatically make me want to believe it more as a curse I can't avoid.

The day went on like the usual. Going to school. Getting into boring classes. Crashing shoulders in the hallway. The cycles goes on and at the end of the day, I went to the library to get some researches on my History homework.

I scanned the place, knowing that no one was there. I walked to one of the book shelfs and started flipping through pages of each book that caught my attention. While I was still at it, I pulled out a thick book and I flinched backwards hitting another book shelf behind me. I met a pair of bright yellow eyes staring back at me. She backed up and walked around the shelf. She stopped at the end of the column of the aisle I was at staring straight into my eyes.