Sunday, September 28, 2008
IN MY ROOM ♥ 6:08 AM
"IN MY ROOM"
A short story by me
“I want to be the most beautiful girl in your eyes” I told him that while holding his head lightly, as I brush his hair softly with my hands. I felt his breathing, it grew slower, and I felt his heartbeat, it grew even slower. I held his hands tightly and firmly, I cried as he wipes the tears that flow on my cheeks.
“Do you still remember?” he asked me in such a low tone, I could barely hear him. He tried to speak once more but no words came out his mouth. He looks at me; he smiled as tears fell from his eyes. Then it hits me, he couldn’t see me, he was blind. What am I thinking?
“That painting” He spoke once more, pointing at no where. Yet I know what he was talking about. Instantly, pictures flew inside my mind, I reminisce. Everything became clear again. It hurts even more.
I remembered a few months before…
*CRIINNG!!* the bell rings, I was already late. I started to run as fast as I can. “RUN LIKE THE WIND! BULLS EYE!” I told myself, my teacher is going to kick my butt if I’m late again.
I was running really fast that I didn’t notice the boy in front of me, I bumped into him. He fell down, I slipped.
“OUCH!” I exclaimed. He was scratching his head; I guess he was hurt too. That’s when I shut my mouth; I wasn’t the only one who was hurt.
He stood up and reached for my hand, he smiled. I took his hand, but I didn’t smile back. I saw his eyes; they were beautiful, too pretty for a boy. I stared at him for about 15 seconds…. His face went near to mine…
“BOO!” He then said, I was startled.
“What?” I asked him shyly, I didn’t know why, but I blushed. He was about to speak as I remembered, I was late. I ran away without even speaking.
“Later!” I heard him call from my back. That made me stop, I looked back and smiled at him. He smiles back. I went away, back to class. Yet he stood there, I saw him from our window. He went away as he saw me sit down. Our classroom was far away; his eyesight must be bright and clear for him to see me. I didn’t bother to think again, all that was important is the fact that, thank goodness, I wasn’t late.
A few days have passed, I didn’t saw him again. But I learned that he has a girlfriend, a beautiful one named Nicole, while he was Travis. I also learned that he was the same age as I am, he was a painter, a basketball player and an honor student, yet I still think he is an ordinary boy. After meeting him, I knew he wasn’t a clone of those popular snobs.
“KAELA!” Someone shouted, I remember that voice. My feet trembles, my knees shakes, I turned around. I saw the same eyes I once saw before, only now even lovelier.
He runs to me, he has something on his back. I asked him what it was; he said it was “mirror”. He showed it me, it was beautifully wrapped, I curiously took off the wrapper. The wrapper fell down by itself as I touch it, my eyes went big. I saw a portrait, a portrait of me. The same look I had when I stared at him.
“Travis…” A girl from a far said, it was Nicole. He looks startled, yet after a while he went back to his old calm self. He gave me the painting, I carefully took it.
He went running towards Nicole, he smiled at her. Only I felt like his smile before was a lot sweeter than the way he smiled to Nicole.
“What were you doing?” Nicole curiously asked.
“Nothing” He said as he walks with her.
I started to ask myself if they were really a couple, since they didn’t even held hands and they’re walking really far from each other. I wouldn’t even think they were friends if I was a stranger. I remembered that they were supposed to get married; some say it was an arranged marriage. But just then they walked more closely to each other, I felt disappointed, yet I don’t really care.
Since that day, I’ve been meeting up with Travis. Everyday he gave me a new painting, some were really random yet I appreciate it. The way he put effort on making them, I knew he was going to be a great painter one day.
As the days pass, his pretty eyes seem to get dim and dull. But I didn’t bother to ask, “Maybe he was just tried”, I told my self.
Another day has passed; I kept looking at his painting, which already filled my room. I went to school, thinking where I would put his next painting. I passed by the gym and heard people screaming. “TRAVIS!!!” The fan girls were shouting, I forgot Travis was also a basketball player, the captain ball to be exact.
He shoots, he scores! I smiled, he then noticed that I was there, he smiled back. But then, without knowing the reason, he collapsed. I was shocked, I couldn’t move, people were screaming, crowding him. My mind went blank, I froze.
He was rushed in the hospital, Nicole and I accompanied him. I was scared, I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Only then did I realized I was already a part of his life, he was special to me. The doctor went in and said he was only stressed. But it seems like he was lying, ordered to lie.
“Thank heavens!” Nicole exclaimed, she was glad it was nothing serious.
Travis lightly open his eyes, he was awake. Yet no one noticed, I saw a tear fall from his eyes, I knew right then and there that it wasn’t just stress. His beautiful eyes, they seem tired.
Nicole and I let him sleep for a while. We went back to our own houses.
*DINGDONG!* the doorbell rang. As soon as he got out of the hospital, he went to my house, he smiled, yet it seems like it wasn’t real. I smiled, and I knew he knows it’s fake.
I let him in,
“Where’s my paintings?” He asked me.
“Inside my room” I replied as I point where my room was.
He asked me if he could see them, I told him he could. We went upstairs to where my room was, as I was about to open the door, he held my hand. Not like couples would but like how a person who couldn’t breathe would. How a sick person would ask for assistance.
We went inside; he saw his painting and asked if he could go to bed. I wanted to refuse, he can’t sleep, and he can’t close his eyes. Yet once again I saw his sweet smile. I couldn’t refuse.
“You can sing right?” He asked me softly as he lies down. He was looking at his paintings; as if it was the last time he is ever going to see them. He fixes his pillow as if he was putting something beneath it; he then looks at me, waiting for an answer.
“No” I then answered, yet I sang for him.
“Before we go to sleep tonight
We'll say our prayers I'll hold you tight
and kiss away the fears you hold inside you
So many years have passed us by
I cherish the moments by your side
A love like ours will only grow much stronger
I want to tell you
That forever more I'll be the one to love you, to love you
When you need me I'll be there to make you smile
And forever more I'll be the one you come to oh honey
I'll be the one to love you when the morning comes”
He was smiling, yet I felt like crying. His eyes were firmly closed, was he sleeping?
He fainted once again. He was rushed back to the hospital, the doctor confessed that he was diagnose to have cancer. The virus went to his brain and eyes, now he was blind. He didn't want us to know about his situation. I didn’t cry as I saw him sleeping there, Nicole ran toward him. She was running swiftly, I felt the gush of wind. Just then a tear fell from my eyes, as she hugs Travis, I wiped my tears and went home.
That midnight, Nicole went home. Nobody was accompanying Travis. Both his parents called me and asked if I could stay with him, for they were busy, I agreed. I remember when he told me that his parents didn’t love him, I didn’t believe him, but now I think I do. I just didn’t want to.
I went inside his room, he was still awake.
“What are you wearing?” He asked me.
That remark made me giggle a bit for I was still wearing my pajamas with hello kitty patterns. He heard me; I think that made him smile. I guess he realized what I was wearing.
He seems happy that I was there; I realized that he was happy that someone still cares for him; he had his eyes opened the whole time.
“Go to sleep” I told him, I forgot he was already blind.
“I can now sleep with my eyes open!” He exclaimed like a child. I didn’t know if I would pity or scold him, should I be happy as he is? Is he really happy? No, I don't think so, but I want to believe that he is.
I fell asleep, he did too...
I had a dream, a dream about him… He was smiling… I suddenly woke up and saw him sleep. I want to see that smile again. He was sleeping soundly, yet I knew he was dying. I wanted to cry, I bit my lips to stop the tears. He woke up, he heard me.
"Come here" He said.
I obeyed, he took my hand. Not as a sick person would but as a loved one would. I sat down. “I want to be the most beautiful girl in your eyes” I told him that while holding his head lightly, as I brush his hair softly with my hands. I felt his breathing, it grew slower, and I felt his heartbeat, it grew even slower. I held his hands tightly and firmly, I cried as he wipes the tears that flow on my cheeks.
He didn't speak, I knew what I was saying was impossible now, no even before it was.
“That painting” He spoke once more, pointing at no where. Yet I know what he was talking about. Does he still think his inside my room?
"Take care of it" He told me, his grip was tighter than before.
How could he die so easily? Why do unexpected things happen? I keep asking myself.
His hand was starting to fall away from mine, his heartbeat stops. He dies.
I just stood there, as the nurse and doctors went in. Again, I hated myself for being weak. I couldn't walk.
His parents took me back home; in the car they confessed that Travis was only an adopted child. They didn’t seem to care that he died. They also confessed that Nicole and he was only contract. So, the arranged marriage was true. I felt bad, no, I felt dead.
Inside my room I lay down the bed he was once on. I remember him pointing at a painting, in the hospital. I pointed the same way he was pointing, it was my portrait. The first painting he gave me. I went near it and noticed the ribbon was still on the painting. I took the ribbon and inside that big ribbon a small paper fell. It was note...
"I never saw such innocent eyes...
Eyes that weren't cold as ice...
Eyes that were real..
Eyes that I could feel.."
It was poem he wrote, I them remember the day he went inside my room. I looked at my pillow and I was right, beneath it was another note...
“You are the most beautiful girl in my eyes
It may be wrong but I’ve fallen in love with you..
Thank you for taking care of me…
Thank you for making feel that someone loves me…But I’m sorry that I loved you
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…
I’m sorry but I love you”
“Do you still remember?” he asked me in such a low tone, I could barely hear him. He tried to speak once more but no words came out his mouth. He looks at me; he smiled as tears fell from his eyes. Then it hits me, he couldn’t see me, he was blind. What am I thinking?
“That painting” He spoke once more, pointing at no where. Yet I know what he was talking about. Instantly, pictures flew inside my mind, I reminisce. Everything became clear again. It hurts even more.
I remembered a few months before…
*CRIINNG!!* the bell rings, I was already late. I started to run as fast as I can. “RUN LIKE THE WIND! BULLS EYE!” I told myself, my teacher is going to kick my butt if I’m late again.
I was running really fast that I didn’t notice the boy in front of me, I bumped into him. He fell down, I slipped.
“OUCH!” I exclaimed. He was scratching his head; I guess he was hurt too. That’s when I shut my mouth; I wasn’t the only one who was hurt.
He stood up and reached for my hand, he smiled. I took his hand, but I didn’t smile back. I saw his eyes; they were beautiful, too pretty for a boy. I stared at him for about 15 seconds…. His face went near to mine…
“BOO!” He then said, I was startled.
“What?” I asked him shyly, I didn’t know why, but I blushed. He was about to speak as I remembered, I was late. I ran away without even speaking.
“Later!” I heard him call from my back. That made me stop, I looked back and smiled at him. He smiles back. I went away, back to class. Yet he stood there, I saw him from our window. He went away as he saw me sit down. Our classroom was far away; his eyesight must be bright and clear for him to see me. I didn’t bother to think again, all that was important is the fact that, thank goodness, I wasn’t late.
A few days have passed, I didn’t saw him again. But I learned that he has a girlfriend, a beautiful one named Nicole, while he was Travis. I also learned that he was the same age as I am, he was a painter, a basketball player and an honor student, yet I still think he is an ordinary boy. After meeting him, I knew he wasn’t a clone of those popular snobs.
“KAELA!” Someone shouted, I remember that voice. My feet trembles, my knees shakes, I turned around. I saw the same eyes I once saw before, only now even lovelier.
He runs to me, he has something on his back. I asked him what it was; he said it was “mirror”. He showed it me, it was beautifully wrapped, I curiously took off the wrapper. The wrapper fell down by itself as I touch it, my eyes went big. I saw a portrait, a portrait of me. The same look I had when I stared at him.
“Travis…” A girl from a far said, it was Nicole. He looks startled, yet after a while he went back to his old calm self. He gave me the painting, I carefully took it.
He went running towards Nicole, he smiled at her. Only I felt like his smile before was a lot sweeter than the way he smiled to Nicole.
“What were you doing?” Nicole curiously asked.
“Nothing” He said as he walks with her.
I started to ask myself if they were really a couple, since they didn’t even held hands and they’re walking really far from each other. I wouldn’t even think they were friends if I was a stranger. I remembered that they were supposed to get married; some say it was an arranged marriage. But just then they walked more closely to each other, I felt disappointed, yet I don’t really care.
Since that day, I’ve been meeting up with Travis. Everyday he gave me a new painting, some were really random yet I appreciate it. The way he put effort on making them, I knew he was going to be a great painter one day.
As the days pass, his pretty eyes seem to get dim and dull. But I didn’t bother to ask, “Maybe he was just tried”, I told my self.
Another day has passed; I kept looking at his painting, which already filled my room. I went to school, thinking where I would put his next painting. I passed by the gym and heard people screaming. “TRAVIS!!!” The fan girls were shouting, I forgot Travis was also a basketball player, the captain ball to be exact.
He shoots, he scores! I smiled, he then noticed that I was there, he smiled back. But then, without knowing the reason, he collapsed. I was shocked, I couldn’t move, people were screaming, crowding him. My mind went blank, I froze.
He was rushed in the hospital, Nicole and I accompanied him. I was scared, I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Only then did I realized I was already a part of his life, he was special to me. The doctor went in and said he was only stressed. But it seems like he was lying, ordered to lie.
“Thank heavens!” Nicole exclaimed, she was glad it was nothing serious.
Travis lightly open his eyes, he was awake. Yet no one noticed, I saw a tear fall from his eyes, I knew right then and there that it wasn’t just stress. His beautiful eyes, they seem tired.
Nicole and I let him sleep for a while. We went back to our own houses.
*DINGDONG!* the doorbell rang. As soon as he got out of the hospital, he went to my house, he smiled, yet it seems like it wasn’t real. I smiled, and I knew he knows it’s fake.
I let him in,
“Where’s my paintings?” He asked me.
“Inside my room” I replied as I point where my room was.
He asked me if he could see them, I told him he could. We went upstairs to where my room was, as I was about to open the door, he held my hand. Not like couples would but like how a person who couldn’t breathe would. How a sick person would ask for assistance.
We went inside; he saw his painting and asked if he could go to bed. I wanted to refuse, he can’t sleep, and he can’t close his eyes. Yet once again I saw his sweet smile. I couldn’t refuse.
“You can sing right?” He asked me softly as he lies down. He was looking at his paintings; as if it was the last time he is ever going to see them. He fixes his pillow as if he was putting something beneath it; he then looks at me, waiting for an answer.
“No” I then answered, yet I sang for him.
“Before we go to sleep tonight
We'll say our prayers I'll hold you tight
and kiss away the fears you hold inside you
So many years have passed us by
I cherish the moments by your side
A love like ours will only grow much stronger
I want to tell you
That forever more I'll be the one to love you, to love you
When you need me I'll be there to make you smile
And forever more I'll be the one you come to oh honey
I'll be the one to love you when the morning comes”
He was smiling, yet I felt like crying. His eyes were firmly closed, was he sleeping?
He fainted once again. He was rushed back to the hospital, the doctor confessed that he was diagnose to have cancer. The virus went to his brain and eyes, now he was blind. He didn't want us to know about his situation. I didn’t cry as I saw him sleeping there, Nicole ran toward him. She was running swiftly, I felt the gush of wind. Just then a tear fell from my eyes, as she hugs Travis, I wiped my tears and went home.
That midnight, Nicole went home. Nobody was accompanying Travis. Both his parents called me and asked if I could stay with him, for they were busy, I agreed. I remember when he told me that his parents didn’t love him, I didn’t believe him, but now I think I do. I just didn’t want to.
I went inside his room, he was still awake.
“What are you wearing?” He asked me.
That remark made me giggle a bit for I was still wearing my pajamas with hello kitty patterns. He heard me; I think that made him smile. I guess he realized what I was wearing.
He seems happy that I was there; I realized that he was happy that someone still cares for him; he had his eyes opened the whole time.
“Go to sleep” I told him, I forgot he was already blind.
“I can now sleep with my eyes open!” He exclaimed like a child. I didn’t know if I would pity or scold him, should I be happy as he is? Is he really happy? No, I don't think so, but I want to believe that he is.
I fell asleep, he did too...
I had a dream, a dream about him… He was smiling… I suddenly woke up and saw him sleep. I want to see that smile again. He was sleeping soundly, yet I knew he was dying. I wanted to cry, I bit my lips to stop the tears. He woke up, he heard me.
"Come here" He said.
I obeyed, he took my hand. Not as a sick person would but as a loved one would. I sat down. “I want to be the most beautiful girl in your eyes” I told him that while holding his head lightly, as I brush his hair softly with my hands. I felt his breathing, it grew slower, and I felt his heartbeat, it grew even slower. I held his hands tightly and firmly, I cried as he wipes the tears that flow on my cheeks.
He didn't speak, I knew what I was saying was impossible now, no even before it was.
“That painting” He spoke once more, pointing at no where. Yet I know what he was talking about. Does he still think his inside my room?
"Take care of it" He told me, his grip was tighter than before.
How could he die so easily? Why do unexpected things happen? I keep asking myself.
His hand was starting to fall away from mine, his heartbeat stops. He dies.
I just stood there, as the nurse and doctors went in. Again, I hated myself for being weak. I couldn't walk.
His parents took me back home; in the car they confessed that Travis was only an adopted child. They didn’t seem to care that he died. They also confessed that Nicole and he was only contract. So, the arranged marriage was true. I felt bad, no, I felt dead.
Inside my room I lay down the bed he was once on. I remember him pointing at a painting, in the hospital. I pointed the same way he was pointing, it was my portrait. The first painting he gave me. I went near it and noticed the ribbon was still on the painting. I took the ribbon and inside that big ribbon a small paper fell. It was note...
"I never saw such innocent eyes...
Eyes that weren't cold as ice...
Eyes that were real..
Eyes that I could feel.."
It was poem he wrote, I them remember the day he went inside my room. I looked at my pillow and I was right, beneath it was another note...
“You are the most beautiful girl in my eyes
It may be wrong but I’ve fallen in love with you..
Thank you for taking care of me…
Thank you for making feel that someone loves me…But I’m sorry that I loved you
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…
I’m sorry but I love you”
I broke down, I cried. That’s when I realized, I love him too. I looked at his paintings, I remembered his smile. I closed my eyes and realized that he even though he's gone his memory will always stay in my room.
~*~~*~~*~
So there.. I felt like writing a story. I'm not sad, lonely nor depress. I just felt like writing. Just contradicting the saying that a sad writer writes more, although it's true. I'd rather be a happy writer. LOL.
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I couldn't keep my promise, I still don't have a bnew picture. My camera died, no more batteries. I need to buy batteries, since we are going to watch El Fili on October 2, which is also the end of Ramadan. (lol, because of journ class... I need to know the current issues T__T)
Speaking of journ class..
Ah.. I need to go now.. I need to wake up early tomorrow to finish my article.. My paper is still blank.. 
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Wishing on a star .
To those stars above the clouds.
I will promise, that I won't give up.
As long as someone listens to my story.
I'm happier than anyone else.