Wednesday, December 2, 2009


And then again, every drop of water falling from the sky hurts him like bullets shot from millions of guns in the sky. He was terribly hurt from her words, words that cut every inch of his heart, words that made him bleed.

“You’re awake.”

He turned to the familiar voice; and the blur image became clearer and clearer by the second. He could recognize the outline of the person. It’s Amy. Amy sat next to him with a faint smile. “Mom and Dad are on their way.” she spoke.

And slowly, he felt pain on his leg and torso. Only then he realized that he’s in the hospital ward, lying on the hospital bed, and worst, in terrible pain.

“You are so……what should I say?? Perhaps… stupid?? Idiotic?? Dumb? Why the heck did you ride your motorbike under the heavy rain, with speed of 120 km/h??!! Are you attempting suicide??!! If that car hadn’t stopped, you’d probably be lying inside a coffin right now!!”

Good gracious. A babbling Amy. It’s worst than death itself; he frowned.

“Is that how you treat a patient, Amy?? I feel sorry for John.” Nash muttered with a slight smirk plastered on his face. “Well, he should get used to it if he wants me to be his wife next year.” Amy chuckled.

“So….what did I broke?”

Amy stayed silent for a while and looked at her brother’s leg. “Well, first of all, your right leg. Then… you got two fractured ribs, some glass shard on your left arm, and the worst so far is… the motorbike. No doctor can save that junk. Broken to pieces. I wondered how you survived that accident.”

Blast it. I spent a lot for that thing.

Nash frowned again and Amy could read what’s in his mind. “Think about that later cuz you gotta get through this alive first.” Amy smirked. “Get through what alive??” He asked, and Amy pointed to the door. Nash turned his head a bit and saw Mom and Dad.

Oh no.


The dark clouds appear like thick, black cotton candy, darkening the sky that is thought to stay bright the whole day.

“I don’t love you. I never did.”

Those words were uttered, followed by a glare full of hatred and anger. He thought he was struck by lightning, all numb and frozen and cold. But he could feel his heart beating painfully beneath his chest.

It was worst than any backstabbing he received before. Worst than any heartbreak he had before.

He gave her his heart.

She turned around and walked away without turning back.

Suddenly the scene changed, and he’s riding his motorbike. The heavy rain didn’t stop him. He believed that what happened is just a dream. A nightmare. He needs to wake up. And so he turned and ride his bike on the other lane. The opposite way.

His eyes snapped open, and he found himself panting and sweating. Was he running ten miles?? He looked around. He’s still in the ward. Alone.

“A dream…” he sighed. He could still feel the ache in every breath he takes, but he’d blame it on the fractured ribs.

Then he heard a knock on the door and a thin, short haired guy entered. “Hey, man.” he said with a smile. Nash returned the same smile and a painful chuckle. “Your sis told me what happened. Oh, cool man!! Your leg got cemented!! Good thing I brought a Sharpie with me!!” he laughed and took out a pen. “I guess you got no one to beat you in basketball for a while.” Nash spoke. ShaoKee smirked and wrote something on Nash’s cemented leg.

Then another voice entered the room. “Nash!!” Izzy showed up with KFC. “Good. Hospital food sucks.” Izzy placed it near him and took out a chicken wing. “When did I say it’s for you??” He showed off in front of him and laughed, earning a smirk from Nash. “Just jokin’, man. I heard your bike exploded.” he said, taking the sharpie from ShaoKee and wrote something on the patient’s leg. “Nah, just got broken. Real bad.” Nash replied.

“So…she broke up with ya, huh?” Izzy asked. Nash had the how-did-you-know-that look on his face and Izzy continued, “She told us when all of us found out that you got hit by a Honda Civic. She felt guilty, blamed herself.”

“Pshh..” Nash dissed.

ShaoKee chuckled. “C’mon, man. Just let her go. She doesn’t worth your blood. You’d better off playin’ basketball and hang out with us. The time will come when you’ll meet someone crazy enuff to love you.”

“Yeah. You should just love us for now.” Izzy laughed and got his arm punched by ShaoKee.

“Hey guys!! You’re here already?!!” Nad entered, followed by the others; Anna, Catherine, Jane, Izz, Ash, Dina, Hasz, and the rest of his friends.

“Shut up guys! Or else the nurse will get pissed and chase us out!” Izzy joked, and things just got…funnily loud.

From the bed, Nash looked. Izzy having a catfight with Nad and Anna, ShaoKee finishing the KFC chickens and earning some scolding from Jane and Izz, and laughter echoes in the room. Slowly a smile crept on his face.

She hurt him indeed, but nothing can hurt him more than losing his friends. The rain will stop falling eventually, and let the sun shines again.

Monday, November 23, 2009


She looked at her legs, looking down as low as she could. No. Nothing could hurt her more than that. Slowly tears start to roll down her cheeks as she blamed everything on her legs. No, compared to this, the pain of the accident was nothing. The pain of the surgery too, was nothing next to this.

“I love someone else.”

He said, eyes full of hatred.


Screams. Loud screams swallowed by the sound of the waves, yet it did not do her any good. She hit, she punched her own legs, for their inability to walk, blamed them for being a part of her, hating them for being her imperfection. Again and again with her fists, she punched them. But she could feel nothing.

“Kay!! Kay!! Stop it! Stop!!!”

A pair of hands stopped her, making her cry louder, “No, Sam!! Let me go!!! I hate them!! I hate them!! I hate these damned legs!!”

Samantha immediately understood, and hugged Casey from behind, immobilizing her. Tears formed in her eyes for she understood what made Casey hate those legs. “LET ME GO, SAM!!!!” Casey yelled, letting out her voice, fighting against the sound of the crushing waves.

“Kay.. Kay…Stop it, Kay… Just… stop it….” Samantha begged, tightening her embrace. She could feel the pain too, and she knew it hurts her friend a lot.

“Sam…. It is so painful, I wish I can just die….” She whispered between sobs.

“No, Kay. Don’t. Don’t you ever think about leaving this world!! You haven’t seen much of it yet!! Don’t you dare think of leaving this world, don’t you ever think of leaving everyone behind!!!”

“What’s the use….I can’t even walk… People see me as imperfection, Sam… All because of these stupid legs… They see me as one with this cold, metal wheelchair… and nothing more…”

Samantha loosened her embrace, and turned the wheelchair around so that she could face Casey. “Kay,” she called, but the girl looked away with her red, swollen eyes. Samantha observed her friend’s face, and noticed the dry, chapped lips. “Why did you skip your meals…? Your dad told me… you screamed every night as if you’re being tortured. Kay, stop this…” Samantha tried to sooth Casey’s aching heart.

“I know you’re hurt, Kay. We both know what happened. We both know what he said… But it is not your fault. It is never your fault…Kay, you may not believe me for now, but time will heal you. Time will heal us..”

Casey looked at her friend, staring deep into her dark orbs. Yes, Samantha had gone through something painful too.

“You have me. You have us. You have others. Kay, your broken heart will definitely be mended..”

Samantha turned the wheelchair, wanting Casey to face the sea. The red sky now reveals some of the glowing stars, and the light is so bright it hurts their eyes. Casey squinted her eyes due to the blinding light, but then heard Samantha said, “Open your eyes and see.”

She fought the light and opened her eyes as wide as she could.

It was stunning., the view of the sunset. The rough wind caressed her hair, and she felt Samantha’s palm on her shoulder. “The sun is setting. But it will rise again another day. It only gives way for the moon. It does not disappear. And even in its absence, in the dark we can see the moon and its beautiful light. We can be entertained by the glittering stars. Kay, there’s always more to life than you think.”

Closing her eyes, Casey thought deep. The ache, the pain was still there, urging to pull out her tears. But she held back. She’s still hurt, but she knew it will leave.

Yes, there’s always more to life than she thinks. And she’ll discover more with the first step----loving herself, her imperfection.
[A/N] This story is inspired by a dream--- a nightmare I had last night. Probably a good one to start off the blog! There will be more stories to come, regardless of who reads (or doesn't read) this blog! ^___^