Amaya Sayuri
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?I promised!? I shouted as I woke up in the middle of the night; sweating, as my heart beating fast, with my breath coming in gasp. Just now I was screaming.
I think it was around passed midnight, the room was pitch black and I couldn?t see anything, but I could hear the raindrops outside, it was raining really hard.
Now my eyes had adjusted to the light, the only light that was coming from the moon out the window, illuminating my room.
I then decided to wash my face, my sweat cold face, so I stood up, went to the bathroom; slowly, I opened the faucet and ice cold water poured down as my trembling hands wash my face.
I looked at myself in the mirror; now I remember, I had a dream, a really strange one.
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(Dream)
I was walking down an old path; it seems to be that I was 7.
The path was well hidden in the middle of a forest and it might be abandoned because no one seems to pass through it anymore, like it was long forgotten. Where could I be? And this path, where would it take me? But all these feels so familiar, like it already happened before.
When I got out, I saw an amazing view, a village below the hilltop from where I stood and the sun rising in the horizon, the scenery was breath taking but then? everything seems to move, to happen so fast that everything came in a blur? now the sun had settled and nightfall came, showing the moon and the stars.
By now everything was back to normal; the stillness of night so quiet, so relaxing that I stared up at the star filled sky as it captivated me.
Few long minutes passed and I started to wander off to sleep when suddenly I heard footsteps from behind; they seem to be getting louder, getting closer, but stopped mid-air.
Scared I turned to see who it was and found a boy maybe the same age as me or a year older. He looked at me with tears in his eyes that slowly slid down his cheeks. Now I asked myself? Who are you? And why are you crying so much? I then looked at him closely, just to see his body full of scars. Who would do this to you? How could they?!
To my surprise he ran and hugged me. He also knew who I was; he kept on saying my name as he cried on my shoulder.
I was about to ask him how did he knew me but someone else came from the shadows. It was a man; he was a maybe around 30 but it was too dark, I couldn?t see his face.
He then grabbed the boy by the arm, shouting as he took him away from me. What are you doing?! LET HIM GO! Wait! Was what I wanted to shout but no words came out of my mouth.
I tried to reach for his hand, he was begging, begging for me to take him back but it was no use, no matter how hard I try to run after him, no matter how hard I try to reach for his hand, I just couldn?t.
I was just 5, what could I do?! NO! WAIT! GIVE HIM BACK! I just ran as fast as I could, still reaching for his stretch out hand as darkness filled everything. I?m sorry? I know you were begging for me to take it? I?m sorry, I couldn?t do anything? ?I?m gonna come back for you, I promised!? and that?s when I woke up.
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Drying my face with a towel, I told myself. ?It?s nothing, just go back to sleep, in a few hours, first day of school begins, a new start, now that I?m in high school? saying so, I went back to bed trying to get some more sleep but to no extent?
It was 3:30, I couldn?t sleep, and there were 2 and a half more hours before 6. Why can?t I sleep? What should I do with the remaining 2 and a half hour?
??? It was so quiet, even the heavy rain just a moment ago seems to calm itself, now just the eerie silence remains.
I just don?t know what to do and I can?t take this silence anymore. They would still be asleep so no loud noises should be made. ?I know, I?ll just play some soft music so that I can relax and maybe fall asleep with it? so I stood up, looked for my CD-player ?mm? that?s weird, where did I put it? ?? it seems that I couldn?t find it; I looked everywhere, even under the bed where I dare not to look.
It took me some time to finally find it; it was in my drawer all along, with my photo album and an old stuff bunny, a stuff toy? Don?t remember having one? I thought of checking my album while there?s still time? so I pressed play on my CD-player, the CD was my favorite; it was classical music of different instruments; basically something like Canon, Minuet and Sonatas.
I sat on my bed as the music played; it was Chopin playing, such a lively tempo. I then opened my photo album; it was filled with photos of us, the family back when I was 6 and some of the photos were together with grandma and grandpa? and some old friends I don?t remember anymore.
I had lots of fun checking out my old photo collection, and each song really lifted my mood.
Half an hour passed, now realizing that these photos were the ones where I would always look happy, smiling and laughing; with old friends and with bro sometimes?
It really did brought back old memories, memories that I tried so hard to gain back, it?s really hard to forget huh, even though I know those memories might not come back, I still try so hard, and I don?t know why? I started crying just by the thought of it, now my tears were dripping onto the photos.
I decided to close the album and placed it back in my drawer so it wouldn?t get wet; I lay on my bed, feeling kind of tired, still with tears running down my face.
I closed my eyes trying to stop it from flowing? I didn?t notice but it seemed that I fell asleep while crying and sobbing uncontrollably.
I think it was around passed midnight, the room was pitch black and I couldn?t see anything, but I could hear the raindrops outside, it was raining really hard.
Now my eyes had adjusted to the light, the only light that was coming from the moon out the window, illuminating my room.
I then decided to wash my face, my sweat cold face, so I stood up, went to the bathroom; slowly, I opened the faucet and ice cold water poured down as my trembling hands wash my face.
I looked at myself in the mirror; now I remember, I had a dream, a really strange one.
_________________________________________________________________
(Dream)
I was walking down an old path; it seems to be that I was 7.
The path was well hidden in the middle of a forest and it might be abandoned because no one seems to pass through it anymore, like it was long forgotten. Where could I be? And this path, where would it take me? But all these feels so familiar, like it already happened before.
When I got out, I saw an amazing view, a village below the hilltop from where I stood and the sun rising in the horizon, the scenery was breath taking but then? everything seems to move, to happen so fast that everything came in a blur? now the sun had settled and nightfall came, showing the moon and the stars.
By now everything was back to normal; the stillness of night so quiet, so relaxing that I stared up at the star filled sky as it captivated me.
Few long minutes passed and I started to wander off to sleep when suddenly I heard footsteps from behind; they seem to be getting louder, getting closer, but stopped mid-air.
Scared I turned to see who it was and found a boy maybe the same age as me or a year older. He looked at me with tears in his eyes that slowly slid down his cheeks. Now I asked myself? Who are you? And why are you crying so much? I then looked at him closely, just to see his body full of scars. Who would do this to you? How could they?!
To my surprise he ran and hugged me. He also knew who I was; he kept on saying my name as he cried on my shoulder.
I was about to ask him how did he knew me but someone else came from the shadows. It was a man; he was a maybe around 30 but it was too dark, I couldn?t see his face.
He then grabbed the boy by the arm, shouting as he took him away from me. What are you doing?! LET HIM GO! Wait! Was what I wanted to shout but no words came out of my mouth.
I tried to reach for his hand, he was begging, begging for me to take him back but it was no use, no matter how hard I try to run after him, no matter how hard I try to reach for his hand, I just couldn?t.
I was just 5, what could I do?! NO! WAIT! GIVE HIM BACK! I just ran as fast as I could, still reaching for his stretch out hand as darkness filled everything. I?m sorry? I know you were begging for me to take it? I?m sorry, I couldn?t do anything? ?I?m gonna come back for you, I promised!? and that?s when I woke up.
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Drying my face with a towel, I told myself. ?It?s nothing, just go back to sleep, in a few hours, first day of school begins, a new start, now that I?m in high school? saying so, I went back to bed trying to get some more sleep but to no extent?
It was 3:30, I couldn?t sleep, and there were 2 and a half more hours before 6. Why can?t I sleep? What should I do with the remaining 2 and a half hour?
??? It was so quiet, even the heavy rain just a moment ago seems to calm itself, now just the eerie silence remains.
I just don?t know what to do and I can?t take this silence anymore. They would still be asleep so no loud noises should be made. ?I know, I?ll just play some soft music so that I can relax and maybe fall asleep with it? so I stood up, looked for my CD-player ?mm? that?s weird, where did I put it? ?? it seems that I couldn?t find it; I looked everywhere, even under the bed where I dare not to look.
It took me some time to finally find it; it was in my drawer all along, with my photo album and an old stuff bunny, a stuff toy? Don?t remember having one? I thought of checking my album while there?s still time? so I pressed play on my CD-player, the CD was my favorite; it was classical music of different instruments; basically something like Canon, Minuet and Sonatas.
I sat on my bed as the music played; it was Chopin playing, such a lively tempo. I then opened my photo album; it was filled with photos of us, the family back when I was 6 and some of the photos were together with grandma and grandpa? and some old friends I don?t remember anymore.
I had lots of fun checking out my old photo collection, and each song really lifted my mood.
Half an hour passed, now realizing that these photos were the ones where I would always look happy, smiling and laughing; with old friends and with bro sometimes?
It really did brought back old memories, memories that I tried so hard to gain back, it?s really hard to forget huh, even though I know those memories might not come back, I still try so hard, and I don?t know why? I started crying just by the thought of it, now my tears were dripping onto the photos.
I decided to close the album and placed it back in my drawer so it wouldn?t get wet; I lay on my bed, feeling kind of tired, still with tears running down my face.
I closed my eyes trying to stop it from flowing? I didn?t notice but it seemed that I fell asleep while crying and sobbing uncontrollably.
