Pandora's Sky

Chapter 9: The Pandora

We ought to know that everlasting is a big joke of our life. Though eternity exist but it is like fairy tale isn’t it. Yet I remembered, a fairy tale can’t be told if not seen.

*Sigh*, another day that I spent my life in Stupid Girl house.  What a good grief, though it is not like that the first time I stay in her house now we have done something meaningful today. We finished the chapter one of our novel nice improvement and the contest is fleeing very past. It’s only a month before the contest ends. *sigh* the summary of the recent chapters is called obviously “Advancing” and it is very fast that we forgot to hold on

“Ding, Dong” the sound of the bell echoes through my head repeatedly as if trying to put me in sleep but it went the other way round. I open my eyes and what welcomes is bunch of papers and more of it are scratch. Oh.. I see, we have stayed all night writing our novel and luckily we’ve finished chapter 1. Good, at last we have our improvement; I look at the ceiling it is covered in blue wallpaper that gives a peaceful feeling. Hoh.. peaceful huh? How much time passed since I heard that word addition to that felt it. I can’t remember yet it is etched onto my memory. Very deep that it brings scar to my head whenever I will remember that day. Oh.. there’s no need to be sentimental now. I need to stand up and shut that whoever he was but there’s a certain beast who sleeps soundly in my lap. That’s why I felt that something heavy is on me. Whew, she is quite heavy in this position.

“Ding, Dong” the bell continued, hey.. Stupid Girl wake up I will see the person in the door. As if she will wake up because my thoughts said so. But miraculously she moved and stand up yawning and scratching her green eyes as she look at me

“Ohayo” she said and yawn after that the bell continues and I stand up to look who is there. Before I arrive at the door something is bothering telling me if I open it something quite bad will happen afterwards. Tsk, my doubts and instinct again. Well, its not that I did not trust my instinct but I am quite uneasy because if I have an instinct like this something really bad will happen. Come on, I don’t want to have trouble now. I want to go home and sleep. Tsk, should I open it or—but before I made a decision I can hear footsteps going downward going towards me. And saw Shaylein in her pink blouse and mini skirt open the door and as fast as it goes. I saw some masked man quickly get in and in the left corner of my eye. He is holding a knife and will stab Stupid Girl in my front while the other will strangle me. Its very fast, so fast that even my head can’t comprehend what happened. Yet I know in those moments my body moved as fast or much faster than them. I just found myself hugging stupid girl while the three masked man are laying on the ground and their blood is all over the place. What happened again? Did I do this? Questions are floating in my head and many more. I did not know why am I hugging Stupid Girl and moreover she is crying. And when I see my reflection in the knife I saw myself crying too. Just, what happened. Despair and Grief envelops my whole body it makes me unable to move and wanted to lay on the ground. Yet, Stupid Girl without saying anything help me stand and we went to her room. There she nursed me and make me calm. I can hear the rain drops falling hard on the roof. Ah, it is raining already then I can’t go home today. But, that’s not important, the important thing is I want to know what happened. Is this a dream? Or ...

“Thief” Stupid Girl said and hold my face she is not crying or else wipe her own tears. While me still crying. I have killed those people but how, I know full well what I am capable of and I know too that I can manage to kill them yet why I can’t remember a thing.

“Ah.. hey..” I began to speak and look at her she did not reply instead give me a notebook and she start writing. What a girl, even in the situation like this you have the urge to write our novel. You’re quite strong, I did not know you have this kind of personality. You are strong Stupid Girl. Or you just need to be strong for me. Well, if that’s you’re trying to do I think I’ll give you an A rather for B. Even how good you act to be strong. I can see full well that you’re weak and you’re act has its flaws. First, you hide your own emotions thinking that it will be good. If you wanted to be strong you must stay normal as long as I can. Giving me a sad atmosphere is the same as telling me you’re sad and that makes you’re act a failure. Second, you’re speechlessness is one of a common factor you did not make you’re stupid attempt and try to be firm and serious. But I rather give your courage applause. You did not cry and tell anything because you want me to rely on you and let you comfort me. But that won’t do Stupid Girl I can’t rely on you. Like I said were just partners, if this thing is finished my relationship or what bond we made are forgotten. I won’t rely on anybody else because I know in the end we are alone. So why should I hope for a dream that somebody will stay on me. That is just an utter foolishness, but what I am curious about is this thing. Those three guys if I am not mistaken our burglar. They are the famous killer who rape and rob their target and not only that after they’ve get what they want. They will kill the target, Stupid Girl is living alone in this not so large house and I think it is not coincidence that they’ve come here when I am here. Because if their target is her then they can attack on another day moreover no one will not notice that she has someone on her room because of the noise that we made in the midnight that makes the neighbour knock at us many times. Things are not looking good and not fitting well furthermore I can’t remember a thing. Tsk. But I can’t risk her safety even if my guess is right. I think I must stay for a while here. *sigh* this stupid girl is having that sad face and it irritates me. I am not used at her like that.

            “Smile” I said and stretch her cheeks forming an ugly face. Wow, this is quite fun to do. Then bent it like this. Haha.. she is really stupid.

            “it hu...rts...” she said, all right I quite enjoyed myself. I let go of her cheeks and she look at me with teary and lonely eyes. Here we go again.

            “Thief?” she said and will start wailing at me. But she hold off and bury her face in my chest

            “I am scared!” she said and began to cry

            “But not in them... though they are scary too but ... you... you are much scarier, ..even if I’ve seen you many times on that state... I can’t still be helped to be scared. Sorry... thief ... Sorry”  she bury her face deeper and clutch my clothes.

            “Did I hear you right?” I said, I know this is not the time to brag this. But I need confirmation and I want to hear it in your mouth. In you yourself.

            “this is not the first time you see me in this state” the thunder roars outside as I spoke those words she stop. And look at me I wipe her tears and she bow her head. Argghh.. not this time. If this continues I will end up hurting her again. My anger can’t be suppress I don’t know if I can control it right now. But whenever this thing is the topic my head feels dizzy and I can’t remember a thing.

            She nod, then hold my hands as the rain pours harder. She look at me and smile then her mouth utter in a very pleasant voice. For the first time I hear, I have heard my name spoken by her and as her voice register on my head. Scenes of the past came flashing in my memory. That’s right I remembered. How did I went into this state, how did I became like this and How did my life became hell.

            It was a sunny day, a very ordinary day like the other day but today is quite different though the sun still rise and set yet before it sets and envelops the world to darkness. A certain boywith black hair and blue eyes holding a knife in his right hand in front of his parents bathing in the red water made by their own blood and thus his hell starts.

            A past is full of secrets that we hide because of how pain it bring to us just by remembering, that’s why as long as we can manage we will hide it at all cost but there will be a time that we want to be cured by the illness of the past and we believe that concealing it will heal us not knowing our medicine is in the future or in the present who is willing to give you the cure you are searching for.