I wandered about in the ferocious yet dull rain.
I had seen a lot of things, but stuck to my lane.
Strolling there, I was to wipe away my dark days.
I had seen my parents dying on red and black bouquets.
Flashing through my eyes, I remembered the last note my parents had left me.
It read:
"Some things that you see can be misleading.
Hungry people are coming to satisfy their gluttony.
Don't always believe the things you always see.
My child, dangers are lurking, and they lean.
By the time you see this, my body will turn numb.
Remember, hide this letter before the people come.
Take the secret keeper we put in the envelope, keep it to your heart
Please, my child, never let it part."
It had been a year since their death, yet I had never understood what the parable meant. The meaning troubled me to the point that my dreams felt indistinguishable from reality. I always knew my parents as nice people, though I strangely never knew their job. They never spoke to me about it, and I never bothered to ask. I wanted to maintain privacy, thinking they would tell me when the time was right, but the question continued to gnaw through my mind.
I remembered their deaths and cried; the rain hid my tears, but my expression was almost palpable. My chest tightened, and I gasped for breath as hot tears mixed with the cold rain, blurring everything around me: my legs controlled me, and I had come across an alley.
I walked into an alley surrounded by dark grey and choking smog clouds. It looked strangely familiar, but I just couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched as I continued.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted two figures approaching slowly, as if trying not to draw my attention. I had to remain calm, but still increased my walking speed gradually. As if sensing my fear, they suddenly sprinted towards me. Startled, I paused, not understanding how they had known. Soon after, I ran, as thoughts about the letter coursing through my mind. I ran and ran, the figures being a few steps away. What could I have done?
They ran faster, an arm's distance from me. I was tired; the road seemed infinite, but I could not stop. They ran faster as though they were robots with an unlimited source. They strangely ran past me. "Had they gotten ahead of me?" Confused, I looked at the key hanging on my neck by a thread. A breath of relief escaped me. "I clutched the key. It was still there. My heart beat so fast, I thought I had high blood pressure. I had to calm down.
After the adrenaline rush died down, I suddenly remembered I had to go to my parents' grave. It had been one year since their death. Though painful, I had to keep their memories alive.
Going to the grave was only 10 minutes by train. It was the fastest choice I had. I had to go! I made my way to the train station after staying in that maze of an alley. As I got there, I tried holding onto the key on my neck, but it was gone. I searched around but could not find it. I looked under the chairs, around the bushes and over the potted plants, but did not see it. The only thing that came to mind was the rails. I took a leap of faith and jumped. The sounds of the train were deafening. I still searched and saw the key. I hastily picked it up and called for help.
The train roared louder, drowning my voice. 'Help!' I cried, my hand trembling in the air. I had never understood the term 'flashing before your eyes' until that instant. I realised the painful memories I had, and then gradually dropped my hand. I wanted to find peace, see my parents, and leave my grey world full of pain and suffering. My hand was about to fall, and the sound of the train was about five feet away, then a hand pulled me up. Shock paralysed me as I was yanked up with surprising ease.
Soon, the train came to a halt, and with adrenaline clouding my mind, I couldn't see my goliath of a saviour.
The train stopped, and I sprinted swiftly onto it. I did not know why I did that; all the American movies were right. After all that pain, the one thing I asked of God was to end my misery, but He hung up on me, and I couldn't call again. Once I got to my seat,
I finally relaxed and thought clearly. "That was insane. I almost died twice; I almost got high blood pressure, and some random person saved me, just like that? I ran and didn't even say thank you." I stared at the world seeming to run "What a shitty day" "When I didn't want to die, I almost did then I wanted to and I didn't" I shouted. The passengers around immediately turned their heads to see who was talking, me. I did not notice at first, but once I did, I was embarrassed. I couldn't show my face there for weeks. If not for my colour, I would have turned bright red.
I covered my face with a handkerchief left on the train seat, thinking the flight attendant may have left it there. Soon after I had removed it, it was too uncomfortable. I looked outside and watched the landscape move past effortlessly and form an abstract in my mind. I was lost in thought when I heard the rail stewardess say," Now arriving Greenland view; passengers going, you may remove your seatbelts."
I stepped out, finally having a breath of fresh air after being suffocated by the whispers of the passengers. My mind raced with memories as I walked into the cemetery. Before I realized it, tears streamed down my face; my eyes blurred with tears then had seen a keyhole poking out of the soil. "It matches the key on my neck", I thought, removing the key pendant from my neck. My mind raced as I tried to pick up the pieces. " This was all connected, but..." I paused, "How?"
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