RUNNING - chapter 6

"Wait! Don't go!!" He screamed.
His parents entered the room and she took the chance to run away. "Jeff!" "Son, you're awake!" "We have been so worri-" The voices were fading away.
Kim kept on running through the hallway until she got to her father's office. He wasn't there.
"What can I do?" The only answer she got was a growl from her stomach. "Maybe I'll go to the café."
Once the ladies working in the café laid eyes on her they started spilling all that crap that she wasn't on the mood to hear. Yet she forced a smile. For her dad.

"Is it really you Kim?"
Of course I am.
"You're so grown up."
That usually happens to people when they're alive, you know?
"And a beautiful girl too."
Maybe for you. For Jeff... I must be disgusting.
"Have you ever thought about dying your hair?"
I have. But I won't and never will.

When they finished the talking I asked for breakfast: french-toast and apple juice.
I sat on the corner table waiting for my order to come. In the meantime, all I could think about was the time I met him.

I just moved to a new school and girls are already mocking me about my hair. Why did I have to move in here anyway? I wanted to stay in my hometown where mom... Now I started crying! It's already a month after mom's death (more tears) and I can't even accept it!
If someone sees me like this, I'll be made fun of until the rest of my days on Earth. I have to find a place to hide... There I can cry my eyeballs out. "But where?"
I know! The music room. It's said that it's only used to practice at night. I headed there as fast as I could, keeping the tears inside.
When I got there I knocked. No one answered. I entered the dark (and quite dusty) room and found a place to sit and hide beside the drums.

"There you have, dear."
I snapped from my day dreaming and thanked the woman handing my breakfast. I started digging in.
...
Wow, this apple juice is really good.

REALITY - chapter 5

"Ouch! Look at my arm! It's all bruised and scratched!" Jeff complained.
"Good! Next time, you better warn a person that she... Wasn't as presentable as she could." The girl said him. She continued. "Now, getting to the main point of our previous conversation: do you want to know what happened?"
He nodded. It was time to get serious.
"So listen."

--Flashback--

I was preparing to leave when the paramedics asked if I wanted to go in the ambulance with him, since I was the only one who knew him. I glanced at my father pleading for an answer. What should I do?
"How is it gonna be?" The man's voice pulled me back to reality. "We have to hurry!"
"Of... Of course I want." I managed to say. "Dad... We meet at the hospital, okay?"
"No problem." And he left.
The paramedics helped me into the ambulance and we were heading to the hospital. It seems like it was a scene of a movie... The sounds, the people, the blood... The only difference is that this was reality. Welcome to the real world.
I started to cry and one of the men in the ambulance comforted me. "He is going to be all right. Don't worry." This wasn't right. They shouldn't pay attention to me, but to Jeff. (At least this was what I wanted to say, but instead I burst into tears...).

We get to the hospital and the entered to the ER and I had to stay outside waiting for my father.

He finally came and handed my cell phone. I dialled Jeff's number as fast as possible.
It's calling...
Still the same...
Voicemail. I hung up and tried again.
Calling...
...
Voicemail again.
I don't have his parents' number... What do I do?
My father noticed my teary eyes and calmed me down. "Don't worry... Try to call that friend of yours... The one who has a pink bag with a huge teddy bear painted on it. Isn't she his neighbour?" I was already dialling her number.
Calling...
...
Please answer.
"Hello?"
"Riza? Thank God! I need you to do me a huge favor."
"Of course. Anything."
"Warn J.'s parents to come to the hospital."
"Why? Has something happened?"
"Jeff was hit by a car and currently has lost his senses." My voice is starting to tremble.
"Oh no! I'll go warn them right away."
"Thanks."
"No, it's okay. Please warn me when he wakes up. Bye"
"Fine. Bye"

--Present--

Woops. I started texting Riza.
In the meantime I asked Jeff something that was bothering me for a while. "Hey, J.!"
"Yes?" He retorted.
"Where the hell is your phone?"
"I left it the gym's locker. I was going to get it when that man ran me over."
"Hum... I spent a really long time trying to contact your family. If you haven't forgotten, it had been helpful." I sighed. "Anyway, after that your parents came. They spent the first day here and yesterday they went home to get you a change of clothes."
He interrupted me. "What about you? You didn't have to stay."
"I stayed here with your parents because I was worried. Yesterday, my father had to do a double shift and I took the chance to stay here too." (But I would stay with him through everyday until he'd wake up, even if my father didn't have to work in the hospital during the night.) Then I remembered that he maybe didn't want me there since Friday he refused to talk with me. "But, as you're okay, maybe I should get going."
He stared at me confused. "Err... Why?"
"I don't want to force you to speak to me."

FIGHT - chapter 4

"What's the last thing you remember?"
He thought about it. "A car hit me and then I was lying on the street until I lost my senses."
"Wow. Such a detailed explanation..." I sighed. "As you've such a short memory I'll tell you what happened. Apparently you were hit by a driver who was texting to his friends, so he didn't see you crossing the street. You must have taken a hard blow on your head because you were bleeding really bad when the ambulance arrived."
He suddenly interrupted me. "You were there weren't you? Back then, my head wasn't very clear, so I didn't figure it was you. But now... It seems that not recognizing you makes me the most dumb thing on Earth." (I must admit that I was really touched by his speech. This is, until he continued...) "Not realizing that the histerical redheaded girl screaming at my ears was you... I really was knocked out." I twitched an eyebrow and threwed him a pillow right to his face. (Bullseye!) Of course, he had to start complaining. "Hey! What the hell? Can't you take a joke like normal people? I'm sick here!" I retorted. "Yeah sure, big baby..."
"He's sure, Kim." We both look to where the voice had come. My father was entering the room. "I'm glad you're already awake, Jeff. First, if you didn't wake up soon, you could never woken up." Shivers run through my body... And I think they run through Jeff's body too. "Second, I don't think I could handle a sulking Kim for more than one week." Jeff bursted in laughter. I gapped... Even my dad was making fun of me. "However, now I have to check on other patients and as you're already so lively, I'll let you two talk for a bit longer while I finish the rounds." My father was leaving the room but stopped and turned back, facing me. "By the way, Kim, wipe the drool off your face." I blushed really bad, and quickly cleaned my face. I turned to Jeff... He looked like a maniac laughing (a really sick person wouldn't do that, right?). He knew about it... All. This. Time. "You didn't say anything! I'm going to kill you!" And with that my father left Jeff's room and went to check other patients.

LIGHT - chapter 3

...
Where the hell am I?
Am I dead?... 'Cause, if I am, being dead sucks.
It's dark and painful.
...
I can't be dead. Or else I wouldn't feel pain... right?
Arrgghhhh!! How do I know? I never died before!
...
Now that I think about it, it seems that I'm in a bed. And there is this annoying 'beep-beep' that sounds just like an heartbeat.
Woohoo!! I'm not dead! I'm not dead! I'm just stuck in a hospital bed. Lucky me!
By the way... What time is it? I'm tired of being in this pitch darkness.
It won't hurt to ask.
"Is someone there?"
No response. I just have to wait for a doctor or nurse to come.


There are steps approaching, the door is opening and a nurse is coming in. But doesn't turn the lights on and is only guiding herself with the hallway's light.
"Good night. Would you mind to turn on the lights or lit a candle? It's too dark in here and I'm not very sleepy..."
Well, by her silent reply I guess I scared her a bit.
"Hello. You're finally awake!" She said, more at ease now. "I'm sorry about the darkness in the bedroom, but I can raise the blinds... After all it's already morning." And start doing the new chore I had asked her.
"If you wait..." The nurse continued. "... 23 minutes, more or less, she will wake up."
"She?" All right... Now I'm confused.
"Yes. Now I'll finish the rounds and then call the doctor." And with that she walked away, and allowed me to see the sleeping form on the bed next to me.
That long dark red hair and pale skin wouldn't fool him anywhere: it was Kim.
As if she wanted to confirm my guess, she turned around to face me... Drooling! (It's taking me everything I've got not to burst out laughing right now.)
She seems so cute and defenseless like that... Wait! What am I saying? She's only my friend. Nothing more than that... I shouldn't have this kind of feelings for friends.
Even so, it's still true.

As much as I was enjoying this view, a sudden sound freaked me out.

"At night I hear it creeping
At night I feel it move
I'll never sleep here anymore"

Apparently, it was the alarm of Kim's phone... But she only shifted to the other side.
The volume keep on raising.

"I wish you never told me
I wish I never knew
I wake up screaming
It's all because of you"

She must be sound asleep for not hearing this... I'm almost deaf. (So what if I am exagerating? The volume is really high! Does she realize we are in a hospital?)

"So real these voices in my head
When it comes back you won't be
Scared and lonely
You won't be sca-"

After a lot of moans and grunts from her behalf she finally shut off the alarm.
I can't help but tease her about this.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty! I thought you'd never wake until all the hospital was here complaining..."
I must say that the look on her face was priceless. P-R-I-C-E-L-E-S-S. I'll never forget her face, even if I have amnesia. Green eyes wide open in shock, a giant mess of bed hair framing her freckled cheeks and drool still on her face (which I wouldn't warn her about).
It's a pity that she shruged that look away and came, as quickly as she could, with a reply. "Sleeping Beauty? Me? You sure took your sweet time waking up... I'm here since Friday and it didn't seem that you wanted to wake up anytime soon."
"Since Friday?" What the hell happened? "What the hell happened?"
She sat back on the bed. "You were in a coma for two days."
I was in a... Coma?

RAIN - chapter 2

It was raining again... This weather is really bothering. One never knows what to expect.
Whatever.
I turned on the radio, maybe that would help.

"-I die each time you look away
My heart, my life will never be the same
This love will take my everything
One breath, one touch will be the end of me"

Great! Was everyone and everything against her?

"You could be the final straw that brings me back to earth
Ever-waiting airports full of the love that you deserve
Wishing I could find a way to wash away the past
Knowing that my heart will break, but at least the pain-"

"Why did you turned off the radio?" My dad asked. "I was liking the song."
I didn't even bother to answer him... I'm too angry for that.
What I didn't need was the song or my father to make fun of me.
My father's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Kim... Maybe it's better if you turn the radio on again."
"Why?" That's when I noticed the long line of cars in front of us. Apparently it was a car accident.
"Not in the mood for that, dad. Do you mind if I take a walk to see what happened? If there's need for a doctor I can always call you..."
"All right, but do it quickly or else it will start raining harder." And with that last warning from my father, I left the car.
This has been an incredibly bad day. I am in love with a classmate... That classmate happens to be one of my closest friends (and I'm okay with that, as weird as it may sound)... Lately, he seems to be avoiding me. I thought he liked me enough to spend time with me but when, today, I confronted him and demanded him to explain why was he walking away... He glared at me and turned away, leaving me standing at the verge of tears. I wish I could hate him.
That jerk!
Almost making me cry... Again.
Idiot.
I was arriving to the place of the accident. I tried to take a better look to what was happening... I was mistaken, it wasn't a car accident... A person had been hit by a car. A person who looked much alike to the idiot I've fallen in love with.
I started pulling people away. "Let me through."
When I arrived next to the victim I realized that really was Jeff. "It's really you, J.?"
I kneeled next to him and saw the bleeding on his head. Oh God!
I noticed that he was barely aware of what was happening around him.
"It's me! Don't worry I'm here." I tried to stop all that blood from flowing out.
He tried to focus on me.
"Hold on a bit longer." The bleeding wasn't stopping.
Stupid J. I'm crying again... And it's all your fault!
"Don't die." He lost his senses.
I hurried to get my father. He returned with me as soon as possible and kept trying my previous job on stopping the bleeding.
The ambulance arrived and while they carried Jeff inside I started to look for my phone to call his... If he didn't have it, maybe it was at his house and his parents answered.
Woops! I left mine at home too.
I asked my father to go home so I could follow my plan.
I was preparing to leave when the paramedics asked if I wanted to go in the ambulance with him, since I was the only one who knew him.
I glanced at my father pleading for an answer. What should I do?
"How is it gonna be?" The man's voice pulled me back to reality. "We have to hurry!"

DARK - chapter 1

Lua Nova, 14 de Maio de 2010

You may think who I am... How did this happen... Why am I here.
So, I'll tell you.
I was just leaving my soccer practice and crossing the road when I realized that I'd fortgotten my cell phone and wallet at the locker and because of that I turned back without noticing what was coming in my direction. As you probably guessed: a car.
First I only felt metal hitting me, then I couldn't feel the ground beneath me anymore... This is, until I felt my whole body coliding with it. After that, a large amount of pain flowed through my body and I could clearly feel my head throbbing.
I don't know how much time passed since the car hit me, however after sometime the driver was screaming (I guess I'd be screaming too, if I was in his situation) only to make my pain worse than it was before. Behind him another people appeared and gathered around me shouting and calling the police and the 911.
And now: here I am. Lying on the street.
While they are calling all the entities, usually called in situations like this, I'll try to make a quick check-up on my body, trying to move it bit by bit.
Feet: fine.
Legs: fine.
Hands: fine.
Arms: right one is fine; left one isn't so fine.
Head and neck: guess they're fine but never try it again (at least, not anytime soon).
I'm not paralized. Yay me!
Now I'll focus on the people around me. The number has increased, a lot... Which is pissing me off! And my vision is getting a bit blurry. This pisses me off too.
"Does he have any identification?" "Does someone here knows him?" Oh yeah! This was a great day to forget my things in the locker. Not a single familiar face here.
"How long will the ambulance take to get here?" Great question! I wouldn't mind if it hurried here.
"He doesn't look very well..." Hello??! How would you look if you were hit by a car?
Damn it. Damn it! DAMN IT! I'm losing my conscience... I gotta keep holding on!
I can't die here alone! (All right, I'm not alone... But I'm not with someone who I know!)
I've got to fight this. Damn all this.
"Let me through."
Just get a hold of yourself, man!
"It's really you, J.?"
Wait, me? Yes, it's me. I know this voice.
"It's me! Don't worry I'm here."
Why can't I say something?
At least see who she is!
Damn blurry vision!
"Hold on a bit longer."
It's all getting dark.
"Don't..."
Damn darkness!
"...die."
Damn me...

HIS

Lua Nova, 14 de Abril de 2010

It was getting on my nerves...
I had already spotted her several times when she was spying on us, or more especifically, on him. I won't be able to hold myself back much longer, if she continues to follow him around.
Ever since the day she asked him to be her partner, she didn't stop this stalking.
I know, I know... Who am I to blame and judge her? I'm his true partner, for a matter of fact. Therefore, I have my opinion in all of this. We've been together since the beginning. He is my best friend and I respect him. We weren't classified as a "perfect match" but even that has changed (I doubt that there would be many partners as close as we were now).
And another thing that I wouldn't confess to anyone on Earth... I love him.
That's why it bothered me: when she made that hateful request, he didn't answer her. He didn't say "Yes" but he didn't say "No"... And that hurt. Though I know he'd risk, no, he'd give his life to save mine (and he proved that too many times to count) which meant for sure that he values her, and I'm almost sure that he wouldn't do that for that new girl.
But at some times, all I want is scream at her, expose her in front of everyone (but I know that I'd be reacting only by jealousy)... However that would only satisfy my own selfish soul. If he didn't answer that means he has his own reasons and I'll respect that.
I would never accept someone else as my partner. He is my partner. Mine alone.
All I want is him to feel the same. I want him to see me as his partner. Only his.

SOMETHING DIFFERENT

Lua Nova, 15 de Março de 2010


I wake up in the morning and the sunlight is there as always to greet me. Still, I don't feel like waking up...
"Arrggghhh, but I have classes today!!
There's no point in arguing I have to get up."
Dressing up, take breakfast and walk to school... Same as ever.
"So, why do I feel so weird? It's like I'm uneasy about something."
Just drop the subject, Rose. Focus on school... You have to concentrate: tomorrow's the day of the test and you have studied~

"Hi, Rosy!!"

~nothing. And something is telling me that you won't be able to do it so soon...

"Hey, Cally."

"What's wrong with you?

I wouldn't mind a bit more 'smiling' in your greeting."

I wouldn't mind it either. But I just can't.

"I'm just worried about the test tomorrow.

I still have to study all out of 267 pages for it."

"Bah... Don't worry about it!

For someone like you is a piece of cake.

Even myself, the great Calliope, is not worried...

"The great Calliope?"

"Woah... So much sarcasm in three words.

Don't be so grumpy. I'm just trying to cheer you up!"

"All right, all right..."

I do feel a bit better, even though I feel like I'm completely out of place.

"Then distract me from myself... Any good gossips?"

"I always knew that I could bring you to the dark side of the gossips world!

Well, let's see:

- Amanda from class B is back to her 'ex';"

Who cares?

"- Joe from 11th grade, class E was caught taking pictures to the Principal playing Sims, while he was suppose to be in a important meeting;"

Thank God! Maybe this time he'll learn to be more discrete.

"- Ruth from class D disappeared, some people say that a suspicious guy followed her after school, but I think that's overreacting... Maybe she's just ditching;"

Let's hope so. Poor girl, she's always so shy...

"- Riley and his brother are going trough therapy because of their parents' divorce;"

That's so overreacting...

"- May is~

RRRRIIIIINNNG

Woohoo! Saved by the bell.

I thought that it was endless list.

"Maybe you can end it after school... Now: English Literature."

"Noooo..."

Geez! I don't know what to do with her... or without her.

"Thanks for trying to help me Cally."

Though it didn't change anything

"Always here for you!"

- After school is over -

"Hey, do you want to go with us to the mall?"

"You know I don't... Studying, remember?"

"Ok, Major Nerd... See you tomorrow then.

Bye!"

"See you!"

Now, get home as fast as possible and get to studying.

Maybe then this creepy feeling goes away.

It's getting darker... and colder.

"Brrr. So cold... I have to get~"

Why is my mouth covered?

What's this?

...Ruth from class D disappeared...

Who's this?

...a suspicious guy followed her...

Why do I keep thinking about this?

"Let~"

Was this the reason... for that feeling?

Like something was different?

"~me~"

Did I know that something was going to happen?

"~go!"

I just noticed the knife next to my neck.

It's starting to pierce it.

I'm going to die.

DIA DOS NAMORADOS

Lua Nova, 14 de Fevereiro de 2010


Apenas escrevo esta carta, porque sei que nunca a chegarás a ler e eu nunca terei a coragem de te a entregar. Por isso, esta é a única maneira de te poder dizer o que sinto.

Querido Daniel,
Andamos na mesma turma desde a primária, mas quase de certeza que não sabes disso. Nunca me falaste, ou sequer cumprimentaste... Eu até consigo perceber: és um dos rapazes mais populares e eu, nem por isso. Podia tentar Tento falar contigo, mas parece que sempre que arranjo coragem para falar, algo me impede de o fazer.
Por isso, aproveito este dia para escrever ficares a saber os meus sentimentos por ti. Todos os anos, o dia 14 de Fevereiro, Dia dos Namorados, é considerado um dos dias mais felizes do ano. Um dia para os apaixonados poderem dar largas à sua imaginação para surpreender e mostrar o que sentem quão forte é o seu amor pela outra pessoa. Um dia em que o amor é celebrado por todos quase todos. No entanto, será que alguém se lembra daquelas pessoas, como eu, que não têm ninguém a quem declarar o seu amor ou não o podem/conseguem fazer? Claro que não. Alguém imagina o quanto este dia faz sofrer essas pessoas? Não basta que durante o resto do ano não tenham alguém que amem e que sejam amadas, mas também criaram um dia que possam os relembra o quão falhados miseráveis são.
Mas eu não consigo sofrer mais. Preciso Tenho de desabafar de alguma maneira, por isso é que estou a escrever isto.
Sem mais demoras,

Daniel, eu AMO-TE.

Pronto. Está dito escrito.
Por alguma razão, sinto-me mais aliviada, mas mesmo assim continuo a sofrer e vou continuar até poder dizer isto cara-à-cara... E tu retribuires os meus sentimentos, claro.

Amo-te e amar-te-ei sempre,

S. A.

SER OU NÃO SER

Lua Nova, 15 de Janeiro de 2010

Não importa o que faço ou como ajo. Por mais que me esforce, nunca valerá a pena.
Sempre tentei agradar-vos, fazer o que querem, fazer com que tenham orgulho em mim. Não é só por mim que trabalho, quando estou até de madrugada a estudar, ou que passo a maioria do meu tempo a estudar... Não! Eu também faço isto por vocês. Para que no final reconheçam que não me criaram para nada... Quero que vejam valor no que faço.
Mas isso é impossível! Porque mesmo sendo a melhor da turma, nunca estou à altura. Nunca sou a melhor para vocês.
Quando parece que consegui... Estou completamente enganada. Há sempre alguém que consegue fazer algo melhor do que eu, ou então, que eu não consigo fazer.
Porque é que nunca me aceitam como sou? Porque é que há sempre alguém que preferiam que eu fosse?
Não vos consigo perceber... Quando estão a falar com outras pessoas e os filhos delas, quase que acredito quando dizem "Temos sorte por a termos" ou "Ela não nos dás esses problemas". Mas mais tarde, já sei que o filho de um dos vossos amigos fez qualquer coisa que eu não faço.
Como podem pedir tanto de mim, quando vocês nunca se esforçaram metade do que me esforço... Nem mesmo se juntassem o esforço dos dois.
E, na minha opinião que é tantas vezes censurada, esse é o vosso... Não, o meu. Esse é o meu problema: ser melhor do que vocês.
Por isso é que sempre deitam as minhas convicções abaixo, destroem os meus sonhos, fazem pouco dos meus gostos e fazem com que tudo pelo qual me esforcei pareça que não valha nada. Mas eu garanto-vos, não há nada que possam fazer que me leve a desistir do que já consegui alcançar até agora. Não vou abrir mão de tudo o que não vos importa, mas que me irá levar para um novo capítulo na minha vida. Aí vou mostrar-vos como sou melhor que vocês e já sabem "contra factos não há argumentos".
No entanto, ainda são meus pais. Por mais que vos queira odiar, não consigo. Só vos posso dizer como lamento que não consigam ter mais amor à vossa filha do que a vós próprios. Desculpem-me por ser o que não queriam que fosse e por não ser o que querem que seja.
Espero que algum dia me consigam desculpar...