I think I see spirits.
The creatures of night, which no other human have discovered,
are transparent, untouchable and soundless. Every time I open my
eyes, they are infront, in a reachable distance,but still so far
I have even once seen my big sister, I recognise her because
her characteristics are exactly the same as mother; the same blue
eyes and dark blond hair.
I was not born when she died, but my parents say it was an
accident on the bus. Mother's tears poured more and more as her
words emerged. Each droplet drenched dad's clean white
A fist landed on my cheek, I try to defend with my feeble
arms, covering my pale face that is already covered with blood
and rain. Then a kick aims at my shin, forcing me to kneel down,
pleading them to stop. That is what I want to say if it was not
for the pain on my throat.
Then I fell, completely soaked with filth. The rubies
flooding out of my body contrasted with the dirt like roses in
After a few contended laughters, my attackers' tall and dark
silhouettes turned to leave, sharing an umbrella and cracking
jokes, like normal students.
I wiped off the imprint of red at the brim of my mouth and
coughed, so loud that I'm sure they would come back and start
punching me again. But they did not, probably not bothered with
someone like me.
With a great effort, I layed my hands on the muddy ground,
wet because of the rain, and pushed my tiresome torso up. I
upturned my head to feel the water; the humid texture dripped
alongside my face.
Psycho!」 The voice was very distinct; totally parted
from the chatter of the playground. It repeated continuously, and
very sonorous, as if the person's mouth is aside my
I twisted and turned, the echos of the tick-tocks of my clock
fitted in rhythm with the calls of insults, faster and faster,
until the pitch black ahead changed into a spiral, spinning with
I knew, that this is going to be another restless
"Darling daughter Streliteia, it is time to wake up!" The
misty voice of my mother said coldly, a sign that she is in a
Her footstep trudged heavily on our dated stair; I always
thought that any minute it will break apart. But luckily it
allowed my mother to pass safely. A turn on the doorknob, and
already I can smell the scent of tea.
Immediately I opened my eyes. That must have surprised her
because her mouth became an "o" shape.
"I see you are awake then, get dressed," she paused to
swallow, finding it hard to continue, "we are going to the
Unwillingly, I followed her out of the house.
The sole of my shoes tapped against the pavement, it
exaggerated the tense atmosphere between us. Every so often, I
glance up stealthily at my mother, she is forever biting her
Abruptly, she turned around, eyes focused on mine. Then all
at once she hugged me.
"Sorry Streliteia! I really don't want to do this," My eyes
dimmed, I don't want to listen. Then she grubbed my shoulders to
pull us apart and looked hopefully at me - the muscles near her
eyebrow twitched though, so I know she is still nervous. "You
will forgive me won't you? You know it's not my fault, it is for
your own good."
What could I say, when my own mother is taking me to an
orphanage. She and dad no longer want me.
I have the sudden urge to slam a door on her; keep myself
shut from everyone.
I trailed this instinct and pushed her off, I
Everyone thinks I am a maniac, they all hate me. What is
wrong with a psychologically disturbed person
What did I do to deserve the assault from my classmates, the
abandoning of my parents? Just because I am abnormal to
I hate everyone.
I climbed up the staircase of the nearest church furiously,
frustrated and lost, I don't know what to do. Spider webs tangled
with my hair, a smoke of anger rose up inside me. Even cobwebs
have an issue with an abandoned lunatic now!
Bring up my courage and breathing slowly, I leave the
unhappiness behind, and reach out for the opening, a brush of air
passed me, the as the landscape enlarged, the current became
I see a bunch of Streliteia not far away. Maybe for the first
time of my life, a smooth wide grin spread across my
An ambiguous figure appeared - is she crying? Liquids are
shedding out of her sparkling blue eyes. Just like my mother did
whenever my sister was mentioned.