One Summer Afternoon
On that summer afternoon, I was making my way home from school. It was the same route as always. I have always walked through the shady alleys and thorny bushes for as long as I care to remember. Today was no different. The same scene, different day. I hated this route. I hated where I lived. I hated the school I went to. Mother always told me to be grateful for what I had, no matter how little they were. I have tried to live by her standards, but I’m not her. Mother accepts our condition, I loathe it. I envy others. Some people calls that a sin. I call it my will to live, something that I want to achieve, to have a better future than mother did.
The hot summer wind gently kissed my face. Summer, my favourite season. I have already made plans for my summer vacations. During summer, I can forget about all my worries and problems, and just enjoy myself. I crossed into the alleys. In front of me is the bush, the short cut to home that I have been using for the past 5 years. But not today, I don’t want to go through the same old way again. I decided to walk along the road, around the bush. At that moment, I had made the worst decision in my life.
I can hear the faint sound of an engine. A car. The engine sound grows louder and louder. The ground slowly began to vibrate. There it is, right behind me. There was a flash, than silence. The most perfect silence I have ever felt. I can no longer feel anything. It’s almost as if the world around me no longer existed. Later I found out that it is me who no longer existed.
On that summer afternoon, I died.
That summer afternoon, I became a prisoner. Trapped inside time. Time for me had stopped, but the time for the livings did not. Yet, I had not parted from the world of my sufferings, instead I remained a fading siloughete. Unable to break free from my loneliness as I watched the earth slowly age. I saw into the future. I saw my mother, bent over my cold, lifeless body; I could no long read the emotion on her face. The pale white face, with all the happiness and hope drained from it. I don’t want to see her get hurt. Yet I cannot do any thing. It’s like watching a movie. No matter what I do, I cannot get inside the movie. I have never felt so helpless, but I can do nothing more then watch on as time passes. Mother grew older and older. Mother never went to find another husband, to find happiness, she lived by herself, nobody was there to care for her. Mother passed away at the hospital, with nobody by her side, she left with tears in her eyes. It felt like I had died again, all I wanted was to be there, next to her, to tell her that I love her, and to thank her, to see her smile one last time. Yet I can do nothing but hopelessly watch on. < I have decided to put in my original for this section >
Wayne’s Version [ I saw my mother, bent over my cold, lifeless body; I could no long read the emotion on her face. A few years later she moved away, unable to carry the burden of her lost child any longer she fled the town; going to a place I could not follow (indicates death? maybe). ]
It was on another summer afternoon that my the long forgotten feelings of happiness flushed through me. It had been a day like any other, the sweltering summer sun scorching the asphault as the crickets began their endless chirping from the shades of the naked sakura branches. I was the only one standing outside staring aimlessly into the bright radiance of a nearby river, the sun did not effect me, though I wished it did, I wanted to once again feel its warmth, or even its fiery intensity, yet all those things were forever lost to me. Lost in my trance like state, I would have not have noticed him if he hadn’t spoken.
Wat are you doing out here? He had asked looking directly at me. Slowly I looked around scanning my surroundings and to my surprise saw no one but him. Beginning to think he might have been a little crazy from the heat, I continued my silent staring at him as he unblinkingly returned the gaze. Can you understand me? Do you want a drink? Again he had continued his monlogue as I stood in silence not even daring to get my hopes up.
Even though I ignored him he stood there, as if waiting for an answer that was not likely to ever come. I had thought there was no way he could posibly see me, a ghost or something even less and yet he stood forever waiting. As I continued my ignorant waiting game with him, it was I who finally broke, waving my hand through his head I had been utterly surprised when he had flinched, just a little yet did not seem shocked.
‘I know you are ghost’ he had continued. That line had someway or another formed a deep imprint in me, to have my existence acknowledge after so many years of solitude I almost felt like I was living again.
[middle part where girl follows guy around, guy lives in much the same conditions as she did when she was living (yet he is happy), she realises how much she would like to of been able to live that life again and because of this she can finally go to the afterworld where her mother is waiting for her.] <Extension of this section is in progress>
FIN
Ok, new version with Wayne’s Edits
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