Monday, January 10, 2011

The Past - Last Round (Chapter 2)

" I know I saw her! I felt her hand touched me ! " said Kent while walking away quickly from Sam.

" Kent ! Accept it, she's dead ! That was just a hallucination you saw ! " replied Sam breathlessly and was trying to catch up Kent.

" I just know she was there! "

Sam finally caught up with Kent and he stopped Kent from walking. Kent tried to push Sam aside but it was a vain attempt to do so.


Out of the blue, Kent punched angrily at Sam's stomach. Sam fell to his knee, trying to hold his pain. Amazingly, Sam stood up and stopped Kent again from walking pass him despite the pain on his stomach.

" Kent, please think it through ! We saw her died ! In front of our own eyes ! "

Kent looked at Sam, as if he was about to throw another punch. Kent's emotion changed from anger to depress, he just stood there, looking like a lost dog. Sam helped Kent back to his house.

" You should visit her grave next week. " said Sam.

" Yeah. "

Kent looked extremely depressed. Sam felt that Kent was suicidal. He tried to comfort him as much as possible. Sam accompanied Kent on drinking, stating that this will be the last bottle for Kent. Kent feel much better after a few rounds of scotch. Kent talked all about Jenny, how it all begun. Although it wasn't all that interesting, Sam listened quietly and interestingly knowing that talking about her is a good sign of getting better. Many rounds later, both of them were drunk and singing out of tune of an old folk song about a farmer's life.

" You know.... She gave me... a letter before... Well, before "that" happened... I have not read it yet. " said Kent drunkenly to Sam who was also looking quite tipsy from the scotch.

" Why didn't.... you read it ? " replied Sam

" Well, I forgot about it until today. "

" Read it then. "

" Oh sure "

Kent tried to walk to his study room, balancing every step he took, but fell down and fall asleep. Sam too were too drunk to help Kent up and fall asleep.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The Past - Empty (Chapter 1)

" It's been two years. You really should move on."

" How can you live like this getting drunk every night! Get over with it already! "

" You're a coward you know ? Accept for the fact that it's over! Move on already! "

" Kent, she'll be sad looking at you like this, if she was still here. "

These words never seemed to reach into Kent's head. Most of his friends had already given up on him, thinking that changing Kent's mind's a lost cause. He kept on drinking every night, wanting to forget the past. Kent had another sip of scotch. Everything was blurry and the world was spinning around him. Kent had another sip but the bottle was empty. He threw the empty bottle into a corner of the room, dozens of empty scotch bottles lying on that very same corner. Kent tried to stand up but he felt something was forcing him down the chair, he couldn't move at all. All he could move was only his eyes. Everything was shaking and things just started to fly everywhere. He then passed out.

Kent woke up, trying to focus around him. The room was trashed with bottles and books, just like it always used to be. A loud knock on the door startled him. Kent opened the door, Sam, Kent's childhood,  stood in front of him, looking handsomely with his businessman suit and his Caesar hairstyle.

" You look like crap." said Sam after a few seconds of observing Kent.

Kent sighed and said " It's on the table in the dining room. Take it and leave. "

Sam nodded and walked into the house, to the dining room and took the USB flash drive on the table. Kent just stand there looking at Sam.

" It's going to kill you soon, Kent. You'd better stop drinking. " said Sam, patting Kent on the shoulder. Sam then left the house.

Kent slammed the door shut and took another bottle of scotch from the refrigerator. He went to his study room. It wasn't the same as the messy living room, the room was clean and tidy as if it has not been used for a long time. He sat in front of his laptop with his scotch and started typing. Each paragraph he typed, he took another sip of scotch. A few hours later, Kent started to feel dizzy and unwell.

Suddenly, Kent felt a soft but cold tapping sensation and a woman's voice calling his name.

Kent was surprised and looked back, nobody was there. He then continued typing. Again he felt the tapping sensation and heard the voice again, he looked back but nobody was there. He stood up and looked around, feeling suspicious. Suddenly, a woman dressed in white appeared before Kent, calling his name and walking slowly towards him.

Kent shouted," No! you shouldn't be here! Get away from me! "

The woman continued calling his name and walking towards Kent. Kent kept shouting while trying to get away from the approaching woman. Soon, he was cornered by the woman. Kent passed out as soon as the woman touched his cheek.

" Wake up, Kent! Wake up! "

Kent heard a man's voice and opened his eyes. It was Sam, trying to wake Kent up. Kent woke up and saw that the tidy room was a mess now. Books were everywhere on the floor.

" What happened here ? It's a mess. " asked Sam.

" I don't know. I saw Jenny and then I fainted. " Kent replied.

Sam looked surprised for a moment and said, " Impossible. Kent, she died two years ago. "

Kent looked at Sam and then he looked at the bottle on his hand, empty.