Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Alternate Future : Plays Of The 9

It was 7:00 in the evening.

            His agreement with her to constantly plays mind game to help her develop her mind has ended up in a quite severe mental disorder where she develop several defective personality in her self.

She ran outside with a knife in her hand. Stopping just 2 feet away from the edge of the cliff. Breathing heavily with her eyes locked on him.

He was walking slowly towards her, not to make any sudden movement, not to startled her. And then he talked to her to try to calm her down.

“darling, please, you need some help from the professional. I promise i’ll visit you everyday, i’ll bring you flowers.”

“NO! YOU JUST WANT TO LOCK ME AWAY! BECAUSE YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE!”

“no, please, i always...”

            Haven't finished his talk, she rushed to him screaming like a murderous lunatic with her knife ready to do any harm to him. She threw her knife at him but it didn’t hit him.

            He bowed down to take the knife from the ground. He was getting back up with the knife pointing upward in his hand. She tripped over and fell. She fell to the knife and got stabbed on her own body.

            They both frozen from any movement. Both because of the pain that just struck them. One on the physical body from the knife that got stabbed to her. One on the heart knowing that he would lose her to his own hand, but not because of him, but might be her best way out from her insanity.

            As she slowly fade away, laying on the grass with her head on his lap with him sitting down slumped. He didn’t know what to do while his love was unable to speak any words from he blood-flooded throat. They could only look to each other’s eyes. One is looking up sad seeing the one she loved crying. One is looking down devastated witnessing the last moment of the oen he loved.

            As her eyes started closing not to open again. He said his last words to her.
“i love you...”

            And the sky that night started raining heavily with thunder storm.



It was 5:00 in the morning.

            She ran outside to the backyard towards the cliff’s end. Stopping just 4 feet away from the edge of the cliff. She closed the eyes, spread his arms wide, and breathed in the morning air. She just invited a smile to her face. And then she relaxed her arms down and stare into ocean ahead of her, watching the sun climb up slowly to it’s place on the horizon.

            He made his way to the back porch, to find her outside enjoying the morning. He walked him self towards her. Standing beside her while staring at the ocean, he talked calmly to her.

“you forgot your hijab.”

“...but, honey, we are married now!”

“i just don’t want your dad step any closer to hell.”

He was still staring to the ocean. Then she looked at him, putted on a sulky face and walked grumpily back to their white wooden cottage that was not very far behind them. She entered the cottage through the back door, walked inside where the green interior paint was slowly shined upon by the light of the rising sun far on the horizon.

She walked to the kitchen table, and took the hijab cloth she didn’t get to wear, worked it around his face and walked back outside. After she get to him, she talked grumpily to him.

“you happy now?!”

He turned him self to her, took her by the hand and said

“you’re as beautiful as the day that i met you.”

And then kissed her forehead.

            She looked down and smiled and giggled. They turn their sight back to the sunrise and spent their morning holding hands gazing at the horizon without a word said.



It was 8:00 in the evening.

            It was raining heavily that night. It was so dark, the only light is  available is from the thunder, the porch light far on the cottage, and the police car sirene light in front of the cottage.

            He was standing just a feet away from the edge of the cliff. He snapped out of his mind and tried to assault her with a knife after they fight about her being too busy not having time for him. And now he is holding her as a hostage with a knife.

The police, that came from the neighbor’s call to them because they heard screaming, was approaching slowly to him. One is getting closer with his hand readied on his gun holster. The other one is further behind trying to be calm on that situation.

“Stand back! Or i’ll hurt her!”

“Sir, please calm down, we are trying to help you...”

            He was too focused to the police. She gathered all her courage and slipped out of his strangle. She slipped away and pushed him back.

            He can’t make a stand on the ground for it was too slippery from the rain. He fell down off the cliff to the bottom of it where formation of rocks awaited to sweep his body away to the ocean with the waves.

            She screamed and cried as she realized that she just lost her loved one. The police restrained her so she didn’t do anything harmful to her self and tried to calm her down.

            The rain stopped falling. Leaving her weep and the sound of the waves below as the sound of the night.



It was 6:00 in the morning.

            The sun just rose on the far east horizon. Shinning upon the green grassed cliff with a small white cottage near it’s edge.

            She slammed the back door open and ran crying to the edge of the cliff. She stopped just 3 feet away from the edge. Gazed to the ocean with tears streaming down her face. Wetting her eyelashes and cheeks.

            He followed her not long after. He grabbed her upfront and stared deep into her eyes. His eyes were shallow like a moron. But his words were deeper than the ocean behind him.

“your eyes are just as beautiful as the day we met, deeper than the ocean you just stared into. That's why i fell for you everytime i look into your eyes. That's why you will always got me.”

            Her cry worsen as she heard his words. She hugged him tightly. Her tears dampen his shoulder.

            He just hugged her and let her cry until she stopped by her self. And she stopped crying for finally she realized that he got him.

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