Thursday, August 7, 2008
i wonder if a story would be able to describe what i am feeling.... i'll try...
as she steps out from the corner down the street where she was hiding the whole night, the rain drops drips on her face, damping her clothes and shoes.. she wants to run to a place to hide, but she is not sure where she should run to.. her usual hiding place has been uncovered by some mobsters last night, and she is afraid to go back into the dark alley..
the cold wind brushes through her cheeks.. people walking past, staring strangely at her.. she needs to get away from here.. but where?... as she tries to remember where she once belong.. she faintly remember happy moments.. glimpsing bright lights.. hearing faint laughters in her head.. where did she come from?...
as she started to walk alone.. the street lights gets dimmer.. the crowd got lesser.. cars going past her quickly without noticing her... where is she heading to?...
suddenly there is this bright lit candy store, and it was filled with children of all ages with an older adult with them.. are they called.... parents?... she wasn't sure..
but she sure knows the smell of candy attracted her... and she glued her face onto the glass wall of the shop.. her stomach growls.. she remembered she havent eaten for days now... oh.. how she wish to have just one small sweet from the shop.. she thought.. perhaps i could just take one from that big bowl.. just one small one, nobody would know...
she quietly sneaked in.. squeezed through the many kids.. and as her eyes were locked on that big bowl of sweets, she saw one that she really liked.. a small round red sweet... as she saw all the other sweets being grabbed by the other kids.. this little sweet just sat there, it was like it was waiting for her to take it.. she slowly reached out her hand and took it, then suddenly a tall huge man grabbed her by her hand and started shouting... he lifted her off the ground and started to shake her really hard, she was really scared.. was it wrong to take that sweet?... what was it called?.... she once remembered, someone telling her.. was it stealing?... she wasn't sure..
all the other kids turned around and stared at the commotion.. she turned red.. the man took the sweet from her and pointed at her, still screaming.. she didnt know what the man was saying, but he looked angry.. as she slowly turned away.. another man with a trench coat walked in, gave the huge man, what seems like a coin, and gently took the sweet from him.. he guided her out of the shop and kneeled in front of her..
out on his palm was that red sweet, a little crumpled, but still attractive to her.. the man looked at her, with this familar smile.. a smile that the girl thought she has seen it before somewhere.. but in fear, she took a step back... the man came closer to her this time, leaving a little more space in between.. and he stretch out his hand with that sweet.. she just stood there, she didnt know what to do..
the man gently took her hand, put the red sweet on her hand, closed her hand.. and she firmly held it, not wanting to lose it again.. the man stared at her for a while and he quickly took out a note from his pocket and handed it to her also.. all the girl heard was 'be safe'... what did it meant? she wasn't sure........
violetjoy signing off~
10:42 AM
