It happened, for god's sake. I saw she turned, in the maniacal
crowd. She screamed in pain. She cried, with the tear
transforming into glistening pearl. The crowd shouted excitingly.
Outside, I saw her skin fell, revealing the opalescent scale.
I'm not a person of the saint sort. I used to be and I was
pretty proud of that. I mean really, I swear to god that I was a
different person back then, until I witnessed my parents' death.
It was a car accident, that hit-and-run sort of thing. I called
the ambulance immediately but it was still too late. They lost
too much blood, and the damage was irreversible. The doctor in
the hospital said that to me, with a " sorry " which I couldn't
even feel that he meant it. Oh, man. It was just too sad. I was
so shocked at that time that I couldn't even feel my tears,
though they said I acted like a person who suffered a long-time
The first crying fit came to me the day after the
funeral. My uncle Johnson was busy arranging the funeral. There
would be a lot of people. They'd talk to me about how a good
person my father was, and asking me whether I was okay in a
faking sympathy. Oh man, you know what, I would be saying " I'm
fine. I'm doing okay. " for almost a thousand times and wouldn't
mean it even once. How could I be okay. I was 15 and I had become
" You have to come, Matty. " Uncle Johnson looked me in the
eyes, attempting to be kind and understanding like a nice old
buddy, which made her face look more confusing and hypocritical.
" Are you okay? "
" Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine. "
They offered a prayer for my parents' souls. The guy who
lived a few blocks from my home who used to mow the lawn in my
house came and sang the requiem. He was bloody good on that
stuff. People attended were all drenched in tears, even those who
had nothing to do with my parents. I guess that there was these
kind of mysterious spells that could make people cry. It was a
weird atmosphere in the funeral. They put my parents' bodies into
two finely-made caskets( uncle Johnson made a great effort in
bargaining for those two caskets. He was born to be a bargainer.
) I remembered that I was trying to hold back my tears. My hands
were shaking( there were no breeze ) and I bit my lips hard not
to let anyone find out that I was crying.
At night I dragged myself to a local bar. Bob were there
with his stylistic earrings on. He loved his gangsta-liked
feature and always boasted about that. He got himself a bottle
of whiskey . I picked a seat next to him at the counter.
" The same as his. " I signed the bar tender with a weary
gesture and ordered a bottle of whiskey. ( I wouldn't have
ordered the same drink as my mate under the normal circumstance
cuz I didn't like it. ) She was a blonde with sapphire eyes and
false eyelashes decorating her white skin.There was a white
shell-twined bracelet which brought her out. Her eyes centered
on mine for a brief moment and then soon drifted away.
" I'm sorry about what happened to your parents. " Bob broke
the silence first( He was not experienced on that, which made the
moment even a bit more awkward. )
" Yeah, I'm okay. Bob, I'm okay. Just too many thing had
happened and I really need time to put myself together again. "
" Alright. Wanna another bottle? " Bob raised his
I stayed in the bar until midnight, drinking whiskey and
mumbling over old stuffs. I was so drunk that I couldn't even
stand on my feet. When the clock clicked past twelve o' clock, I
swallowed the last bottle of whiskey and slammed the bottle hard
on the counter. The " bang " echoed in the dim bar like a
" Are you okay. I can take you to my house for the night. You
can sleep on the sofa. "
" I'm fine. I will take the cab. Thank you buddy. Good
night." ( Oh, my god. Those words made me pay. )
The cold breeze was like someone who had put his hands in
the ice tap me. I felt my goose flesh. The drunk gradually
subsided but it was still there. I couldn't even see the traffic
light. My vision was blurred and it was all mixed up with red,
orange and black. I suddenly stopped, bewildered.
A sharp yellow loomed from my left side and it was growing,
larger and brighter dangerously, before it exploded.
I heard a desperate creak of tires rubbing against the
Tarmac, like a banshee singing its deadly song. Then, a strong
impact seized me, lifting me with its abnormal strength. I felt
weightless. The yellow had grown big enough that it fulfilled my
vision. I was sure that my eyes were shut but the rays simply
penetrated my eyelids like it was solely air. My eyes felt sore
and I was certain that my tears fell down. The projectile
movement ended up with a loud bump. I felt my bone crashed. I
laid still. The dangerous yellow slowly transformed into scarlet.
Then it mixed them both.