page six: mel
Those clichés are beyond you now. God, the Universe, the meaning of it all. Really, what did any of that matter? Your entire existence, every single thing you’ve worked for, it all comes down to this.
Float. Float.
You can do that much, surely? Thank God the water’s warm. You close your eyes for just a moment. Maybe this is part of the dream? Maybe…? But no. You know better. It all seems so familiar. Have you been here before? Impossible. This must be what shock feels like.
Kicking frantically, you break the surface and gasp for air. Blinking rapidly, it takes a while to decipher what happened. You blanked out. You must be more careful, Christopher. No. You’re not letting her in. It’s over and done with. Don’t listen. Just keep your eyes open, stupid. You’re on your own now, just like you always wanted.
But your heart just won’t stop pounding. The images keep running through your mind. Her sweet, loving voice. Those yummy organic pineapple tarts she baked. The care she put into ironing your shirts. She taught you how to put those little folds into the shirts.
Wait. She taught you those things. To always check that the gas was off. To make sure the car was locked. Over and over. Washing hands. Again. Again. It seemed like you’d always smell of sandalwood soap. The anger was back now. Full force. How could she? You hate what she made you become. Right?
So why can’t you stop thinking about her?
She loves you. You know it.
There had to be a reason why she made you that way. That’s what they all said. Maybe they weren’t lying. She had always meant well. Maybe she was even right. They could be real. No one ever quite proved otherwise.
Time was running out. No place now for the regrets. All that you’d fought against for years, in vain. The money meant nothing. But why couldn’t you see that before? She was all you had and you hurt her. The irony was, you knew she’d forgive you. At least there was that then.
As your legs tire and your lids grow heavier, you feel a sense of calm. The blare of the horn was trivial. It didn’t matter anymore. Peace awaits. Finally.
Float. Float.
You can do that much, surely? Thank God the water’s warm. You close your eyes for just a moment. Maybe this is part of the dream? Maybe…? But no. You know better. It all seems so familiar. Have you been here before? Impossible. This must be what shock feels like.
Kicking frantically, you break the surface and gasp for air. Blinking rapidly, it takes a while to decipher what happened. You blanked out. You must be more careful, Christopher. No. You’re not letting her in. It’s over and done with. Don’t listen. Just keep your eyes open, stupid. You’re on your own now, just like you always wanted.
But your heart just won’t stop pounding. The images keep running through your mind. Her sweet, loving voice. Those yummy organic pineapple tarts she baked. The care she put into ironing your shirts. She taught you how to put those little folds into the shirts.
Wait. She taught you those things. To always check that the gas was off. To make sure the car was locked. Over and over. Washing hands. Again. Again. It seemed like you’d always smell of sandalwood soap. The anger was back now. Full force. How could she? You hate what she made you become. Right?
So why can’t you stop thinking about her?
She loves you. You know it.
There had to be a reason why she made you that way. That’s what they all said. Maybe they weren’t lying. She had always meant well. Maybe she was even right. They could be real. No one ever quite proved otherwise.
Time was running out. No place now for the regrets. All that you’d fought against for years, in vain. The money meant nothing. But why couldn’t you see that before? She was all you had and you hurt her. The irony was, you knew she’d forgive you. At least there was that then.
As your legs tire and your lids grow heavier, you feel a sense of calm. The blare of the horn was trivial. It didn’t matter anymore. Peace awaits. Finally.
posted by kelvin at 11:37 PM
2 Comments:
Sad that it just ends there...Do hope that its not just 6 pages :)
There is a clear diffece in your writings, but it doen's stop you guys from being creative.
Hope that your lecturer likes it...
oh kelvin....im watching u fr a distance...im so happy for whats going on with TOS...u,the creative director of 'how i learned to drive'.man.......i wish i was there to watch it.......imissyou.hugs
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