Thursday, August 23, 2007
A huge silent war has been going around a house. The tension has been felt by some within its walls and even people yonder. It triggered hatred in the deeps heart core, but the war had not started over night but has been building for sometime.
But recently the war has went out of hands and most likely would one ran away just to save their lives. They rather stop it than letting the other side murder them.
After words and shouts and tempers were heard and shown around the dinning table, a boy at a the age which was a mere 16 ran to his room. With his head filled with all the negativity that has happened in his cage, he decided really deeply what must he do next. He had water flowing down his swollen eyes, which was the result of the past sleepless weeping nights. He hurried across his room and took a note book and tore the first empty page he could see, and started writing. As he wrote, the island was being showered, a heavy down pour had started outside the house.
As soon as he finished his note, he took a bag and stuff some clothes into it, he was such in a hurry he didnt have time to see what he had with him, he had no money, but his phone. He walked right to the door leading to the balcony, he looked at the road in front of his house, looking down the road he saw nothing, but an empty street. Then he looked down from the edge of the balcony, wondering how can he get to the ground floor, when he is only one level above it.
The rain water was blown by the strong winds, creating a wet looking style, and spiky hair which his mother would not approve of. He ran back to his room, but before that he looked down the stairs, looking at his father, sitting by the computer, he knew that was the only route he had to take. He ran to his room, looked at himself in the mirror and had a silent pause. Soon after he gave himself a nod, telling himself that he was ready, took the jackets from his chair and ran back to the balcony.
It was easy for a use-to-be wild child like him to climb over that ledge, he threw the bag down but no one could hear him, the rain had made it a silent escape. With his jacket around the pillar, he thought of using it as he slides down the pillar. With the slippery surface, the jacket fell to the ground while he was left up above. But he did not looked back, but took a tight hug around the pillar and slide down, but jumped slightly and made a rough landing which was heard by his dog. It barked, but he didnt wished goodbye. and ran for a pair of slippers outside the house, wore it, held his things and climbed up the walls of his home, which was trying to keep something out or maybe in.
The wall was way too easy though he was short. He ran right down the road which he was looking before, took a turn at the cross road. The rain had not made the journey easy, adding more weight on him. People of the streets who were hiding from the rain would have thought he was some thief or something with a big bag walking in the rain.
He ran to the nearest bus stop and sat there, thinking what should he do next, he tooked his phone and called his friends. His first try was a bummer, the friend freaked out and didnt come to the rescue. It was only after the second attempt did another friend bugged his mum, and they both came zooming with their car. He had much trouble talking as he felt scared, cold and lost.
But his heart had a burst of joy which he had not felt for sometime. He sped to the car of his friend's which was right across the road. His heart was pounding fast, hoping that the friend might not just drop him home.
They understood him well, eventhough he was out of words. And let him alone as he texted his parents, telling them about the note that he had left in his room. He felt a leap of joy but at the same time he felt stupid. Was it wise for him to do something that outragous? Was it worth it?
But deep down he knew why he wanted to do this. He just wanted his parents to know what he and them had done. Love and care was what he wanted more, wanted to make a difference in what his parents have been doing.. he just wanted them to understand him and listen to him, he wanted a home, a home which he feels safe and not caged within. That was all he wanted, a "wake up" call, nothing more.....
He arrived at his hero's home, was given a room to crash for the night(S), and was let alone to cool down. He knew that he would have to tell them, and with a little left of himself, he told the people which he trusted what was happening..
As he was talking, he ran out of words. He was just wondering was it all worth it. And thought it was stupid of him, and at what state of mind would he done such stuff... But the expert counselor of the house said that he wasn't stupid but there was things that should have been overviewed.
Soon after, he washed up and went down for his very very late dinner. He was already settled, when he was told that his dad had already search this place as it was the only place of a friend's his parents knew. The owner of the house had asked the father to give him some time alone. He understood and went off.
Upon hearing that, the boy was at ease knowing that his parents would know where he is and not go all panicky. He felt peace at some part of his heart but not the other.
Just as he had got hold of himself. Some of his friends would not just let him off so easily, giving him a really hard time. But this time he chose the move to not let temper get in the way, but only looked at his friends battle it out. But he got annoyed and just left. But he knew they were just worried.
He went to bed and waited for the next day to arrive. But it will be time till he can fully get rid of the eye bags beneath his red eyes, and put a smile back on his face. If he were to meet his parents just yet, he will still not have much to say....only till when he is ready..
The story of the above may sound like from any drama with the heavy rain and stuff, but it was all true. The boy IS ME. I'm now at someone's pc writing this down. I'm in a very disturbing moment right now, so I appreciate if you just leave me and don't create more troubles for me. You'll never understand, and I hope you'll not want to understand. This is between me and my parents. If you want to control me by telling me what to do and not to do, or give me advice, I had it from my parents and I don't think I need it from you!
- off to rest now -
silenced at 8/23/2007 06:17:00 AM
