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MORI
The wind blew against my hair leading to lose some strands. My hair is never soft when I step on my 14th birthday perhaps it is really dull. Everyone in my school always brag me about it. How come? You know they have there own hair so why bother criticize someone's hair. I want it loose and plain there's no big deal about my hair being beautiful or not. I'm not a celebrity who needs to look good on every angle because of the paparazzis. My eyes are pretty though but no one ever dare to compliment it but rather ignore it unlike my dramatic hair. My lips too is fine, it's not thin and it's not thick, well let's just say.. It's just simply lips. Apart from the issues of my features therefore I conclude (for my day today) the day was wild, wonder why? Err I did wash my clothes today, yaya's not feeling well so yeah I get to wash instead and leaving behind was my steamy head. Stress stroke on me, I'm getting impatient I even shouted at mom which made me really rude but she complains nothing which made me guilty. Yeah it will always makes me guilty whenever everyone I get to punch my irratation at leaves no objections. Hooo~ my life yeah my life.. starting from now I'll be sharing this life of mine to everyone. Purpose? Uhhh.. I don't really know if I had one. I just feel like writing it :'> okaaaay~ Good night
-P
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I'm reading her Diary again. Pain crawls all over my chest. I can't breath. It's only the clock's tic-toc I'm hearing right now. My eyes.. My vision..it's getting blurry. It's happening again, wait what's happening again
*dims*
As my eyes flung open. I stare at ceiling. The ceiling's familiar. It takes a second after I realize that I'm in my room, lying consciously in my bed. There, the memory of her struck again. It is still clear, what happened to her is still clear, vivid, enough for me to groan in pain while clutching my chest again. Killing her means so much to them. It's so cruel.
If she's still here, she would probably sit at that wooden chair across me with her hair messy and her brown eyes staring intently to me begging for attention. She's never forget to visit the field full of flowers without me every morning. Yes, those brown eyes are begging for me to accompany her to her paradise. The feeling that she would always want me to be with her their in the morning always flatters me. Everday is happy but not until they drag her away from my grip last saturday night mercilessly to the center square of the city.
Tying every inch of her in the pole and afterwards strip all the clothes she's wearing leaving it's body naked letting each touch of the wind tingles her from coldness. Her eyes were rivers of tears and barely breathe. Boos and people's laughter were all I could hear. They throws rock and pebbles at her making her bleed. Pitiful. She's always been pitiful.
I'm still standing along the crowd watching her pale skin turns to red. I can't save her. No one can save here it is written in the book of Orleiah
"Every woman who dare to spend a night with a guy she hasn't marry yet will be stoned to death without any man taking her side. If a man tries to help her, together, they will be flirted with death"
I've always loved her but I can't die yet. I can't help her. I'm not selfless enough.
I continue to stare at her. She's now staring at the ground, probably cursing me to death because partly, this situation is I'm at fault too. I should've insisted for her to go home than rather enjoys those time she's spent with me last night. We didn't do anything. We just spend the night talking until we drifted to sleep but I know that couldn't be use as an excuse because willingly she chose to stay with me, alone. It's clearly against the rule.
I waited for a few seconds before I went home.
I am standing infront of a house. The house is just an ordinary one where a roof is part of it so as the door. Apparently, there're no windows, only the main building of the city has it. We, villagers, are not allowed to put windows on our house. The door is shaped oval and colored white. The lonely house stood there alone from any other house. My house is indeed isolated.
Someone knocks thrice at the door of my room cutting the flashbacks that I've just went through seconds ago. The one who knocks at the door, maybe it is Sophie, the cat with a hat on it's head and the only animal I know who can speak my dialect.. She's my besfriend. She's under a curse
"Open the door" I announce. To my disappointment, someone akin to those who took my dear girl from me last night, walks slowly towards me as he scrutinizes my room with those green eyes.
"Did I ever said that you're allowed to enter this room?" I scowled at him. He, then, stays still. His eyes never fails me. Those eyes, they're full of amusement.
"Well I'm certainly sorry for that. Here's a letter. It's from your Mom. If you'll excuse me." He declares as he leaves the room. I gently open the lid of the envelop that was given to me a while ago. I gasp as words finally registered on my mind. "It's from Mom" Declaring it wide-eyed.
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End of Chapter 1. I know it is still confusing but please bare with it on the next update I will enlighten you. So keep track. Thank you
-CK
