New year has to be great!
But not in every one's life.
Explore the lives of the people in Manhattan in New year; a virgin, an elderly couple, a prostitute, a widower, a prejudiced lover, a teenage enthusiast, a pregnant woman and the caged narrato...
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THE NEW YEAR comes in five hours.
I look down at the glowing city of Manhattan from the 18th floor of my skyscraper. The beautiful city has embellished itself for the New year. The lights, the bells, the aroma of sweet pies increase my outward affinity. But you see I am locked in the tower.
My boyfriend thinks he would loose me if I go out to the city. People assume he is overprotective, but I know his worries. He cares for me. He loves me. But at the same time, fears my my uncanny mental disorder. He never let's me go out alone. You know what, I am a lucky person to have him as my lover. I mean, who would want to be with a maniac.
I always wanted to make this night special for us. I had already planned candles and flowers. But hell, my boyfriend has an operation this night. As much as I am aware from the media, my lover is a renowned cardiologist, both in America and abroad. He has been called for many conferences and missions in foreign countries, most of which he declines for my sake. Who does that? Even for that, I am thankful and proud.
As for me, I am an author. I do have a healthy living. I write from home. I can hardly go outside.
Anyway, I wanted to be with him tonight. After all it's New Year's Eve, every one must be with friends and family, enjoying, eating, dancing, making the best use of the last night.
I wonder what human communication is like. I have been detached from the rest of the world for the last twelve years. I don't remember what being with people is like. I wish I was a normal human being, without this shrewd disease. At least I could know what life is. I wonder what stories I can find in the busy streets of Times Square.
I had last gone to the Times Square when I was sixteen. I was with my sister, Linda, I remember. That was New Year's Eve. That was the last time we were together. The next day Linda died, being raped by two of her classmates. I wish we had few more moments, I wish I could save her.
Linda doesn't appear in my dreams. I can see her with my conscious eyes. I feel her, I talk to her. They say i have schizophrenia.
I wish I was alright. I wish I could visit the Times Square once again - holding his hands. The night could be longer, we could be lost in these days.
