Imagine With Me

Inner Child

~IMAGINE~

You are walking down the street, all alone. It's been years, it's been so many years since you last saw them. It's been a such a long time that you've forgotten when was the last time you saw your friends and family. But you still remember that day, like if it were yesterday. You remember it clearly.

You snuck your bag onto your shoulder. You dragged your suitcase quietly behind you. You reached your parent's bedroom, your Mom and Dad were fast asleep. You wonder if Dad would hear you, considering he's a light sleeper. You didn't have time to worry about that now. You put the note on the bedside table. You linger on longer than you thought, having a one last good look at your parents. It doesn't hurt as much, but it still does. Your eyes doesn't tear up, but your heart slowly shatters. You whisper a 'goodbye' so lightly that you barely let our any voice at all.

You remember that day. You also remember how you secretly stashed away a note in your besties' backpack too, when you were talking with her for the last time when you were hanging out. You remember how you discreetly squeezed another note into your boyfriend's bag too, while you were kissing him. For the last time, that was. You find a little relief in the fact that at least you didn't cry in front of them during your last moments with them.

They would've tried calling you, you suppose. Or not, you think. Maybe they would've have moved on faster than you have over them. You wouldn't know though, you changed your number. You changed your whole identity. Nobody now knows you, in the streets of Germany, where no one cares for you. You knew of the consequences, you knew of the drawbacks. Nevertheless, you took your chance. It's for the better, you tell yourself.

Your hands go back inside your jeans pocket once again, feeling up the small container in it. You take it out, and shake it. There's enough in it, you mentally note and you smile at it. You were on your way to your favourite place, Obere Bridge ,you find solitude and happiness there. Although it's a little scary when you're alone with your thoughts. You're used to it though, you've been alone all your life. You put the bottle back inside your jeans pocket, pushing it all the way down.

~Start song here~

Suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled away. You were quite shocked. Somebody had been been pulling your hand, leading you somewhere. Only the most the curious part about the situation was that your kidnapper was a kid themself. Around the height of up until your hips, a small girl, probably of around 8 or 9 years old, wearing a black hoodie, covering her face with a face mask, her beautiful, smooth, black hair sashaying in the morning breeze on the streets of Bamberg tugs at your hand, occasionally skipping a few times in between. You're too lost in the cuteness of it all to actually pay attention so as to where she was leading you.

Just then, you feel someone else grabbing your other hand. This hand was bigger. Your head whips in their direction to see a lady beside you, wearing a very similar black hoodie and a mask covering her face as well. Only difference, her mask was a BT21 featuring one, and the kid's was a normal one.

You resisted your urge to fangirl about BTS to the stranger and finally decided to concentrate on the fact that you were indeed being kidnapped by a lady and presumably her alluring kid. You were now trapped between the kid on the left and the lady on the right, both holding your hands and walking with you as if it were a normal occurance to walk with strangers.

Your eyes go back to the kid again. You try to make out the face of the kid, but she seems too busy skipping her way to wherever they were taking you. And that's when you saw it. You see a dark greenish mark on the backside of her right hand wrist. A birthmark. You look at your own right hand. You see the same mark there. You stop breathing.

You whip your head back at the lady. She seems oblivious to the situation, and looks straight ahead, without glancing at you. You were quite sure she had been staring at you when you were busy looking at the kid, though. The lady combs her hair behind her ear with her hand. You take a good look at it. You see the same mark on her hand. You were beyond shocked right now.

They finally halt in their way and you tear your eyes away from the lady. You look in front of you to see a giant screen, made up of multiple phones, displaying an ad. The kid and the lady finally lets go of your hand to remove their masks. You take in a deep breath and you dare not let it go. You see the kid first, and you stare, you stare, your jaw wide open. You see yourself, but as of when you were a kid. You are scared to look behind you now. You put two and two together. It doesn't make any sense, and it scares the shit outta you, but you get it. If the kid is you, that means she's from the past and then the lady will probably will be from the....

You slowly turn your head when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You finally look up at her. She's breath taking. She's beautiful, she looks mature, she's grown up, but she's still very pretty. She's you, but prettier and with matured looks. You stare at her too. She laughs and turns her head to the screen. Your turn your head too. The kid starts squealing and jumping about when the pictures on the screen changes. Changes into flashes of your life. Flashes of your past and your future. You still haven't closed your mouth, and for now, you couldn't care less whether a fly was gonna enter your mouth. You see the most happiest moments of your life flashing in the screen.

You unconsciously smile on seeing your moments of piggy back rides with your brother who was only a year older than you, and who struggled with carrying your weight while you giggled and laughed on his back. You remember calling it "camel rides" because of the way your brother's spine humped like that of a camel. You bit back a snort when you saw your past self making your way to your first double date with your bestie to meet both of your boyfriend's. You laughed on seeing the awkwardness of the moments between all of you, sipping lime juice and eating the sandwich in silence.

Then the screens changed. They were now flashes of what you presumed to be your supposed future. You saw yourself, helping a cute little girl cut her birthday cake, your boyfriend standing next to you. You blushed when you saw yourself sleeping quietly next to your boyfriend. The lady laughed at seeing your reddened ears and the kid simply cocked her head in confusion as to what was funny about that. You saw yourself smearing a cake onto your bestie's face. You then see yourself kissing an old couple on the cheeks. You bit you inner cheek to stop yourself from sobbing.

It's useless. You can't help but cry. You crouch down into the Asian squat position, your hands covering your teary eyes. They don't stop you, or try to make you feel better and you feel relieved that they aren't. You cry your heart out. You miss them, you miss them so much. You've just been blocking out your feelings about them up until now. But it just built up over the years and now it all hits you in one go.

The kid scoots over to you, and cups your crying face. You look at her, still unable to stop crying. She kisses both your cheeks, shaking her head as if to say, "Don't cry". You whimper, trying to stop yourself. It has never been easy to stop crying. The lady now crouches down to you and wipes your tears away. You slowly try to regain yourself. That's when you notice that they are slowly walking away from you. Your eyes widen. You run, shaking and and staggering, you run towards the lady holding the kid in her arm. The kid waves over to you excitedly and blows over a flying kiss to you. You cry harder and reach for them, their forms already turning into mist. The lady tips her head and smiles back at you, her eyes also teary. She mouths to you, "I love you" and both the kid and the lady show you the love sign. You extend your arm out, only for them to turn into complete mist, mixing in with the atmosphere.

You gather yourself. You look at your surroundings. You're at Obere Bridge. You look over to the calm river flowing beneath you. Your hands go inside your pocket once again. You slowly take out the container. You stare at it, you stare at the white pills inside it. You grip it hard.

The container falls into the river with a plop sound and slowly sinks down to the bottom of the river.

You walk away, hugging yourself, feeling yourself fill with a new expression - Hope.

~Song ends here~

Fuck, this was real good. I remember crying over this. Fuck-