Prologue Part 1
A boy of teenage year looked down at his doom from atop a chilly spire, his clothes were ragged and torn but his eyes that were usually filled with the most vigor, were quickly turning hollow as his thoughts circulated in his mind. Do you need to do this? This is a cowards way out! There is too much in this world left for you to do! So much to learn and so much to discover!
I wish I can start again after this is over.
You can!
The youth’s mind retorted him over and over again, but these exclamations meant nothing as his eyes started to die out and become lifeless. At the base of the spire, an audience gathered, from one person that happened to look up and witness, to a large group of people shouting at the top of their lungs. The sounds of sirens resonated across the street, as a police car came to a screeching stop.
A large plump man jumped out the car as fast as possible, his face filled with concern as he carried his megaphone into the crowd. His partner got out a moment after, and looked up with sharp piercing eyes at the tower above, his coat fluttered in anger from the sudden gust of wind. He swiftly flipped out his phone and called the fire department for backup.
“Yes, it is another rebellious youth.”
He hang up the phone right after saying that, then went over to his partner that was shouting into the megaphone.
Back to the matters above. The boy’s eyes suddenly regained vigor as he faced up towards the sky, as the heaven’s became enraged and a lightning bolt shattered the clouds above. The boy’s blue eyes seemed to have captured the lightning, as blue waves of electricity danced in his eyes. His body cracked as if suddenly and became straight, the boy stretched out both his hands to the sky and pleaded.
Give me another chance!
His support gone, the boy could only fall down towards the fast approaching concrete. A trail of tears were left behind from his sudden plummet.
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Prologue Part 2
A lot of people say that just before death, sometimes you enter a state of extreme hyper focus, where some people state that everything becomes crisp clear and the world around them slows down to fully show off its brilliance. So as the boy descended back to Earth, everything turned so slow that it felt like it just froze, a 360 degrees freeze frame. A large spot was freed up from the crowd below, just for the boy to fall onto.
Most of the crowd were wearing expressions of shock, sorrow and disbelief, and their thoughts must be:
“How large of a mess will the body make, once making contact at such a great speed.”
However, where is this speed? It’s all gone when you enter death’s grasp is it not? But now, you have no idea if you are witnessing a dream, where every character is frozen, or it’s just another rude awakening where you scream out from your covers that you “fell down the stairs”. Any way, this youth will live out the saying that before something extremely stressful happens it feels like 1 second is 1 minute, and 1 minute is 1 hour.
Then how long do I wait? Shouldn’t be long if you take into account my speed of descent…just please don’t make me regret my choice by having me wait so long.
And so, the youth encounters a problem as he is stuck in the world of statues. He doesn’t actually wish for death!
The rain starts up again, as it slowly descends along with the youth, and his mind already accepting that it was not a bad dream or nightmare. The wind starts cleaning up his dirty face as some drops of rain, fly upwards instead! He has not finished crying! If his mind is not feeling the sorrow of today, his body certainly is!
Then, the tip of his nose touches the concrete…
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Prologue Part 3
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Like a large bell that has been struck by a hammer, the sound shook the insides of the boy as his eyes flashed and his past memories came flooding in. The same memories he had wished to have had forgotten, and had forgotten. However, they suddenly came back just as the tip of his nose touched the concrete, and everything turned frozen once again.
The crowd of people had distorted faces that slowly warped out of existence, along with the whole world around the boy. Slowly, the perspective of being in bed and looking out into the middle of the room, with a door hung ajar, a gruesome battle unfolding between two girls and a mother.
His pillow, still clean and dry, even as drops of tears fell upon it!
“Why does he get to stay off?”
Evidently, the topic was immature and the boy slowly turned off and only enjoyed the scene in front of him. His transparent hand reached out towards the older woman, hoping to grab onto her tired face and body and never to let go.
Then fire came all around, the fighting was gone and the characters were wiped out. Now only the image of an apartment flat going up in blazes as he sat in a wheelchair with an expressionless face, no sorrow nothing. A blank expression, maybe a tinge of happiness was seen at the pit of his eyes.
The same person, although with an appearance greatly different to the one in the wheelchair, could be seen standing by the chair, looking up to the flat with guilt and regret.
His tears don’t stop, and neither do these memories.
I have seen all this once in my life, why would you make me see it again?
Even as I dream of this very memory every sleeping night,
only wishing to forget it at the break of day,
to become numb as my hands shake in order to wipe clean the blood of my frail hands.
Oh so worthless and prideful I have been,
too much,
should I go to hell now,
I would not oppose such judgement,
Even as I dream in days of such a happy ending to come.