Short Little Poem

She watches the skies as if the sky would fall
She dreams of birds who fly and soar
She distances herself from those who brawl
She goes near to help to those who crawl

A song may fit her soul
A poem may show her woe
A story may aid her unroll
Her sadness and her sorrow

Her eyes of gray seem distant and away
Her heart of blue seems gone and astray
Her dreams of freedom may not go her way
Her longing for flight is far more than faraway

Locked down

Closing my eyes

I allow myself to fall

Into the endless dark pit

Not caring

About what might happen

When my fall ends

Opening my eyes

I feel the brightness of the sun

I feel the warmth all around me

But a sudden jolt

Pulled me back to reality

Everything became dark and cold

Parents who don't seem to care

What luck if I were to dissappear

Parents, they might not even realise

If I had been kidnapped two days ago

I am nothing in their eyes

Only a little black dot annoying them

Hands were meant to be held on to

If you could only hold on to it

Tears were meant to be cried

If you could cry

Hearts were meant to be protected

If you had somebody to protect you

Life is too short for a grudge

Life is too short for anything

Life is sad and hard

As if

Out, out, brief candle

All is grief and all is none

If I were to fly

I'd fly into the sky

To feel free again

I'd do anything I had to do

To achieve freedom

I would die for it

Trapped

I always feel

There's something in the way

Something big, bad, and brick-like

I want to be free

I don't want to be trapped

Sometimes people feel as if they were locked down, but they aren't, they just think they are. Everybody has their own peace and freedom when they seize the moment and take it in their own hands.

Only If : The End

Continuation...

I left China and went back to America to Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy. Surprise, surprise. They were all dead. I was gone for two months and they were dead. Something fishy was up and I was determined to find out.

I came to find out that Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy did not have a funeral. There was no body, no proof of they were dead. I only received one letter:

Forgive us, dear child, we could no longer stay here, we are forced to leave. If you do not hear from us then we are dead. We have a debt that has not yet been cleared and the debt collectors have sent assissins to have us killed. We think we have led the assassins to us and we might be killed any day now. Do not come looking for us as it is waste of energy and time.

Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy

Very fishy, don't you think so? A debt I have never heard of? Assassins? If they just want to avoid me, they could just say it to my face. Why a letter? Why a letter hidded beneath my pillow?

(To clarify some info: Why was my name not stated? Well, Jonathan picked me up from the sidewalk but did not ask for my name, he always called my "child", so yeah, I do not think he even knows my name. Jimmy on the other hand always calls me "Hey!" or "Kid!" or "Little girl!". Therefore, my name was never mentioned nor asked. Just in case you forgot, Ella does not talk to me much, and if she does, she just talks without even calling me anything.)

At first I thought it was a cruel joke, then the days went by and no news came from them. I started to wonder if something really did happen to them.

Two months went by and still, no news from them. I assumed they were dead. Killed by their so-called assassins. I lived a alone for a while then something somewhat like a miracle happened. I thought I would never lay my eyes on Jimmy again. And there he was, right in front of me, in full flesh and blood! I ran to him and tried to converse with him and he looked at me with confusion. He asked, "Miss, do I know you?"

Impossible. It was the same Jimmy I met when I was a kid. The same scars, the same eyes, the same everything. Instead he denied the fact that he knew me! He said, "You must have mistaken for someone else, Miss."

No way. Me? Mistake my childhood foster brother for someone else? Not possible. He couldn't of forgotten me now could he? No matter how much I thought about it, it didn't seem possible. I mean, how is it possible? But his way of denial was very convincing. I almost gave in to it. But something, something in his eyes told me that he hadn't completely forgot about me. Three questions occurred to me: 1. Was he brainwashed? 2. Where was Ella and Jonathan? 3. How in the world could he forget me?

I decided to let him pass and live on with his life. But not entirely. I spied on him, followed him home secretly. And what a surprise caught me. Jonathan and Ella were there!! I couldn't believe it! They claimed to have died but it was all a lie! A cruel, disgusting lie! How could they lie to me? I felt so betrayed!

Something whipped up in my memory. During my journey in India, that crazy Madam Yurishka said someting about betrayal, enemies, battles and blood. She said something like I had a crazy power to end the horror. What "light shall be bestowed upon those who believe" crap. Betrayal. The first sign. I took a good long look at the family who raised me and forgot everything about me. Betrayal. It was betrayal, was it not?

Enemies. The second sign. Who? I walked the street alone. I bumped into somebody from a very long time ago. Fred. My highschool boyfriend and his girlfried.

(I did not mention school earlier as I thought it would be a waste of time. Fred was my highschool boyfriend but we broke up before graduation because he cheated on me with a slut named, Jessica. Technically, the crazy "Enemy" Madam Yurishka was yapping about was Jessica, the slut who was with him at the moment)

"My, my, what a surprise. If it isn't the girl who got dumped." snickered Jessica the slut.

"Oh, what a pleasure to meet a prostitute on my way home." I snapped back.

Fred got uneasy and queased. He said, "We don't want any attention, Jess, let's go."

"No. I want attention. I love it."

Not me. I hate it. I glared at Jessica the slut. My enemy, sign number two.

"Jess, let's just go." pleaded Fred.

"You're no fun Fred!" yelled Jessica and  the whole street turned and looked at us as if we were some alienic beings.

"Gee, Jessica, if you wanted to get laid, why not get a room?"

Jesseca flashed at me with her cat-like eyes. Hatred filled it, anger powered it. God, she hated me.

Fred pulled her away before she started a crazy cat fight in the middle of the street.

The second sign already came up. Two signd in one day, Just my luck. Thanks Madam Yurishka. What was the third sign again? Right. Battle. If Fred hadn't pulled Jessica the slut away, the third sign might just pop up. Me and Jessica. In a bloody cat fight. Then the third and fourth sogn would appear at the same time.

I kept walking down the street.

"Bang" Bang" Bang!" Three gunshots filled the air. Shrieks of women drowned my ears. Noisy town. The gunshot came from the alley. I went there to peep. What a pleasant surprise. Hammy, the school bully from my year was shoving a gun here and there and shooting around like an ass. God, this Hammy was just trouble. I decided to leave before he caught sight of me and recognized me right away. Too late. Hammy saw me and pointed the gun my way. "If it isn't the teacher's apple."

Did they have to bring up the past?

"Yes, if it isn't..." I decided to shut my big mouth before it got me into bigger trouble.

"If it isn't what?" Hammy seemed interested to know what I was going to say. Sweat buds started beading on my forehead.

"Um... If it isn't handsome Hammy with his handsome gun! What a magnificant gun you've got there Hammy! Where did you get it?" I was afraid but not stupid. I wanted to keep my life. Hammy obviously was happy at my comment. He said, "The Bakers Snipe It."

(The Bakers Snipe It sold all kinds of things. You could find a dead rat for sale with the label, "Your cat bored? Give it a dead mouse to chew on!" Once I saw something very weird with the label, "You just have to have this.". The Bakers Snipe It sold plenty of weird stuff but I never knew they sold pistols.)

"Very nice struture. Very nicely built. How many bullets does it fit?"

"Six, to be exact."

"Nice number. Nice number."

"Quit the chit-chat and get over here teacher's pet."

(Even in school they don''t even call my name. All nick names. The teachers call me "Girl".)

I went over to Hammy's side and stood for just a mild second, then Jimmy passed by. He was shocked to see me with a gun pointing at my head. Apparently he did NOT forget me! They just needed to start a new life! Jimmy ran over and shoved Hammy aside and they began to fight. Hello sign number three.

Their fight was gruesome. A lot of biting and punching. But Hammy still had a gun in his hands. "Bang!" He shot Jimmy. Blood was all over the place. Hello sign number four. I called the ambulance immediately. Jimmy entered the hospital. I waited nervously outside the emergency room. Jonathan and Ella came rushing in. "What happen to Jimmy?"

"He got shot. The doctors are operating on him now."

Jonathan looked at me with surprise, "You're back?"

"Yes, I've been back for almost three months now. I recieved a letter saying you guys were dead."

"It must be one of little Jimmy's pranks. Forgive us, child, we didn't know."

"It's okay. I'm over it already."

It was all a cruel joke! A silly scam plotted by that little prankster!! God was I angry!

The doctors came out from the emergency room. "Are you family?"

Jonathan answered, "Yes, we are his parents."

"Your son has recieved severe injury to his right kidney and liver. His left kidney is not functioning well I presume?"

"No, he got a transplant two months ago."

"He might need another kidney transplant. Who was his donor before?"

Jonathan confessed that he was the donor. Ella had a weak kidney so she need two.

They turned to look at me. "Child, would you be so kind to donate your kidney to our little Jimmy?"

As far as I knew, Jimmy was not little anymore. He was a grown man! But I thought back. Jonathan had took me in and raised me well. I should return his favour.

I was the only one who could end this horror. Madam Yurishka's crazy fortune came true. I was the only one who could save Jimmy.

Light shall be bestowed upon those who believe. That we'll just have to wait and see.

As I enter the surgery room. My eyelids became heavier and heavier and I fell into deep slumber.

Only if I had the time to stop it all from happening,

Only if I had the courage to stand up the that ass Hammy

Only if...

Then all this would not happen.

Only If

I close my eyes as I wonder into my deep slumber. I know for certain that it will be long. Who knows how long? Who cares?

Only if I had time,

Only if I had the courage,

Only if...

Then all this would not happen.

Once, when I was young, I met this person. A nice person.
I was very sad. At that time, my father had just passed away, my mother had died years ago giving birth to me. I was alone. Afraid.
It was pouring that day when my father died. I felt betrayed that he left me alone. Why was it not I who passed? On his funeral, it was also raging with rain. After I attended his funeral, shadows came and went solemnly. Quietly. I felt deserted. Left alone in my own little world. I walked down the street, grief-striken. I was only seven when that happened. I sat on the sidewalk and let tears of woe join with tears of heaven.
As I sat and wept, a shadow came above me, an umbrella was put over my head. I looked up, the face was blur due to my crying. But I could feel the sympathy. A deep voice from that face asked me, "Why sit under this rain, child?"
I stared straight at him. I knew he was a man because his voice made it clear. I squeaked, "Papa's gone."
"There, there. Where's your Momma?" the kind voice spoke once more.
"Mama went when I was just a baby."
I could see that his eyes were sympathizing me through my teary eyes.
"There, there, now. Let's get you dry first, okay?"
All I could do was look at him, I was too upset to speak.
"Come now, let's get you dry." He picked me up and took me to his home. He had a wife and son. His wife helped me dry up, then I was given dinner. He let me stay in a vacant room. And there I sat, alone.
I did not know why, but I could hear very precisely and clearly. The wife was questioning the man who brought me there.
"Why, Jonathan? Why bring a child back here?"
"Ella, please just listen."
"Listen? What foolish reason do you have now? What stupid aura made you want to help that wretched child?"
"She's got no parents. And from the looks of it she's got no siblings neither, Ella."
"Jonathan, why do you always want to help these unfortunate people?"
"Because, Ella, I was unfortunate once, do you not remember?"
"Of course I remember. Father took you in."
"Exactly. He made me promise me that if I find a stranded child on the street, I should pick the child up and take the child home. If the child has no family, I am to adopt it. If the child has one, I am to return it. But it seems like this little girl has none."
"But Jonathan, Father has been dead for fifteen years!"
"I know, Ella, I know. But it is a promise I made, and it is a promise i must keep. This girl will be adopted by us as word."

So, I stayed there for quite a while. Jonathan was very nice to me, he was like an uncle. Ella, on the other hand, did not talk to me much. She seemed hard to approach. Their son, Jimmy, was like a  brother to me. He was nice and kind although he teased with me ocasionally.

I stayed there for ten years. At the age of seventeen, Jimmy was already twenty and in college. I found myself quite lonely at home. All the time I spent with them made me forget the all the pain when I was a child. And when I was alone, the pain gradually haunted me. I realized, nothing could ever be forgotten, it would just be dimmed, not worth remembering.

When I was eighteen, Jimmy came back for vacation. I decided to travel and see the world. Jonathan said it would do me good to discover new things, Ella had no opinions and Jimmy was Jimmy. He made fun of me saying how much trouble I would get into and teased me that I would always think of him.

True. What he said was true. When I travelled, I always thought about Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy. How nice they were to me. How indebted I felt towards them. I always thought about my father. How he brought me up when my mother died.

During my journey, I came across India. A magical place indeed. I came across this small little gypsy camp. Full of mystical powers. I came across an interesting tent with a funny sign :  NOW YOU  FOR   UNE
It was supposed to be "KNOW YOUR FORTUNE", but the letterings fell off. I entered the tent anyway. Madam Yurishka was the woman sitting on the stool awaiting my presense. She said in a very slithery tone, "Come in, child. Wantssss to know your future?" I did not know how to answer her, thus I nodded.
"Well then, enter Madame Yurissshhhka'ssss tent of fortune."
She loved lingering on the s's and made it sound like a snake for exagerrating on it. I had no liking to her, she freaked me out of my bones, but I entered anyway.
In her tent was a table, and what seemed like a magical crystal ball.
"You hassst come from afar, am I right?"
I noticed she used the word "hast", not "have". I guessed she was a Shakespere fan or whatever, but I nodded anyway.
"I ssseee light, dissspair, misssfortune befalling thee.
Betrayal, enemiesss, battlesss, blood!
Thou hasssst power to end thissss horror!
Light shall be bessstowened upon those who believe!!!!"
I was totally freaked out by her "fortune-telling". I was bewildered and warned myself to never enter gypsy camps again. I left Madam Yurishka's tent, leaving her with some money.
I moved on to China. There I saw various sights. There was one man reading palms. I had the urge to go to him, but something about what happened in Madam Yurishka's tent told me not to. I stayed in China for two days. Before leaving, I couldn't stop myself from seeing the palm-reading man. I had to pay him a visit. Just one.
I sat before him with my palm open. He said, "Much sadnes, betraayal and.. War? Yor pam iis verii hard to reed, mis. I am afuaid I cannot halp." He did not charge me anything as he was not able to read mine. His accent was amusing and confusing. Very difficult to understand. His pronunciation was worse than Madam Yurishka as Yurishka just had too much pronunciation but his was just too unusual.

I left China and went back to America to Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy. Surprise, surprise. They were all dead. I was only gone for two months and they were dead. Something fishy was up and I was determined to find out.

To be continued....




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Hurt and Regrets

I sat alone at a dark corner

I let the icy darkness engulf my soul

I let the icy daggers pierce through my heart

I let my tears roll down my cheeks uncontrollably

Tired, I lay on my bedroom floor

Staring at the fan hanging on my ceiling

Wondering if I would ever be forgiven

For the damage I created

If only I could turn back time

And repair the destruction I did

As I sat alone at the corner

I watch people move past me

They're all moving on their own terms

They fall and get hurt

But they stand up and move forward

Why can't I do the same?

I regret the things I did

She was always there for me

But always I took her for granted

And for that I feel sorry

And when hot tears sprang

From her beautiful eyes that dreaded day

I never meant to hurt her

How I wish to hold her

How I wish to apologise

Why?

Why did he hurt me like this?

What did I do to deserve this?

What did I do...

Every time I ask myself

Why oh why did he puncture my heart?

Sitting at the dark corner

I let my lets flow and flow

My emotion were like a fast flowing river

My tears were like an endless waterfall

I lie awake on my bedroom floor

Thoughts kept floating in my mind

Thoughts of her kept appearing

Even though how much I resisted

I can't live in denial enymore

It's too painful, too tiring

All I know now is that I love her

The truth is I want her

But that deep cut I left in her heart...

Will she ever forgive me?

Will you ever forgive me, my love?

Love doesn't always end up the way you want it to, you get hurt and you get regrets




Don't know why I love to write poetry, I just love it.

Claustrophobic Craziness

Claustrophobic. That's my phobia. My one and ONLY phobia.
Funny, despite the fact of my own little space. I have a thing for small spaces, fear.
But I don't mind my OWN little space though, it feels comfortable.
Don't know why, but that's who I am.
Weird, no?
Guess so.
But then this claustrophobic thing is not such a bad thing when everyone knows about it.
They wouldn't pull you into those tiny little spaces.
But it ain't that good either.
If I somehow ACTUALLY end up in some small little space, my breathing will rapidly increase and I'd feel as though my heart will jump OUT of my body. Then I'd feel like barfing all over the place.
That is one reason I don't take lifts, I prefer staircases, thank you very much. Even if I had to climb 1000 stairs, you would NEVER catch me in a lift, not if I'm still breathing. NEVER.

Unless of course, you had me killed and THEN you put me in the lift, but that won't make sense now would it?
Why put a dead body in a lift if you want to cover up your crime??
Oh my God! Some stranger miraculously DIED in the lift! How did THAT happen?
Now, how DOES that happen?
Some dead person falls out from the lift some innocent civilian was going to enter.
Now, wouldn't THAT be a mystery?
Then stories of a ghost haunting that particular lift will spread. That lift would be abandoned. Deserted. The deserted lift. NOT a lift I personally would want to check out. Even if I DID get killed and somehow ended up in a lift.
Like what happened? The "lift spirit" somehow MURDERED me and DRAGGED me into the lift so I could keep that loony lift spirit company??
No need for that! Thank you very much!
Don't forget that I am actually claustrophobic!
That spirit wouldn't want me barfing "spirit" vomit all over the place even if I were dead!
I wouldn't be caught DEAD in a lift anytime soon!! Not even my dead body, no thank you!

Poem: When you love someone, let them go

I can't help but wonder
If there is someone like me out there
A person who is lost
And broken beyond repair

Sometimes I watch the days
Go by slowly like myself
Walking my own road
And choosing my own path

To walk a road so steep
Is a risk I have to take
Wondering what goes on
Beyond that vast blue sky

At times like these when saddened I am
I tend to let my mind wonder off
Into the deepest of the seven seas
Up till the highest of the hills

Still I wonder if worthy I am
To keep his heart close to mine alone
Would I go blind or would I be strong
If one day I should let him go

People say love is bad
But some say love is good
Good or bad does not matter
As long as I know what's true
What's true is that I love him
And for him there's nothing I won't do

Too good a day to choose
When I have him in my arms
Too bad a person to be
When reluctant I am to let him be free

Love is tiring
And love is painful
To choose to love
To choose to be loved
I choose neither
For I know the consequences

If I choose to love
I have to let him go
If I choose to be loved
Still, I have to let him go
Both is painful like a dagger in  the heart
How can I choose when both choices are torture?

That is why I choose to disappear
So I would never at all try to achieve the word love.



When you love someone, let them go.

Echoes

No... Don't go... Please... Don't go...

A soft, minute cry floated through my thoughts, leaving quiet echoes in the back of my head. I tried to call out, to tell him how much I wanted him to stay, how much I adored him, how much I desperately needed him in my life. But the words were caught in my throat, I could only watch him move slowly out of my sight, his shadow slowly disappearing into the sunset, the echoes of his movements lingers in my heart.

Two years ago, that was when we first met. I remember the topic he brought up to catch my attention.

He asked me, "Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk by again?"

I was not in the mood for jokes. I was never in the mood for jokes, but he seemed nice, so I was determined to humour him.

"No, I don't. So I think you should walk by a few more times."

Instead of blowing me off like all other guys, he decided to humour me back. He walked by me a few times, then he asked, "How about now?"

"I don't think it'll work."

"So what will make it work then?"

I was shocked that he would ask me that. It was as if he wanted me to like him. Never was there a cute guy who would ever try to bring up a conversation with me because I would blow them off without a second thought.

"I'm not sure."

He looked as if a sharp knife had stabbed him in his guts. I pitied him, so I told him, "Maybe you could walk me home today."

That single sentence brought radiant brightness back into his sight. He was happy. Apparently, he was delighted I gave him a chance.

Thus, he walked me home that day. We had a long chat on our way home. He told me his name was Kyle and he just transferred from Santa Monica High. Then I knew why he approached me, it was because he was new. He probably needed somebody to be his new friend. Who better than the girl in the corner?

The next day we met again by coincidence. Apparently, he was in my home room, first period Chemistry, third period History, fourth period English, sixth period Algebra and ninth period Calculus. I did not take any notice of it until he became my lab partner during Chemistry. He said, "Do you think we have good chemistry?"

He was always trying to make a joke and make me laugh but fails every time.

I replied him, "I don't think so. Pay attention, Sanders is always calling out people who talk in class."

That seemed to work, for the whole class we were busy jotting down notes and by the time class was over, we exchanged notes to check if we left anything out.

I had the second period free, but Kyle had Geography. One subject I would never dare touch at all.

The whole day we knocked into each other and he seemed to enjoy getting seats near me, but I guess it was because nobody else would ever sit next to a girl who doesn't enjoy conversations.

By the end of the whole school day, I was going home but Kyle suddenly jumped in front of me and offered to walk me home. I thought: Why not?
When Kyle walked me to the doorstep, he asked if he could have my number with his head held low and cheeks with a hint of pink embarrassment. I gave him my number, it would not be so boring if there was someone to talk to once in a while, and Kyle was a nice guy, so, why not?
After we met for about two weeks, I started to open up and talk with random people. I started making new friends, started laughing and smiling more often. I didn't feel alone any more, I was happy for once, really happy.You see, when I was four, my parents divorced and my dad took custody of me. He was always on business trips and stuff like that, so he was hardly at home. Even before my parents divorced, they were always quarrelling, so I didn't know what happy felt like. Never did we go on vacations together. Dad was always busy with work, Mom was always busy shopping. I was left all alone even before they divorced. But ever since I met Kyle, everything changed. I learned how it felt to happy, and it was good. After only getting to know each other for a few days, we were like best friends- always hanging out together, walking home together, going out together, sharing secrets, you know, best friend stuff. I felt there was an invisible thread tied to us, a very strong power that drew us closer to each other and become great friends.
For the whole year he walked me home without fail. He never missed a day at school either just to walk me home. Even during summer vacation he'd invite me to the beach.

The next year, senior year, we were always together. After mid-term, we were told to apply for colleges. Kyle and I thought about going on a application spree. We applied to hundreds of colleges and ended up in the principle's office.
Principle Weiner said, "Do you think it's funny to apply to countless colleges? Just how many colleges do you want to enter? You two applied for over two hundred colleges in California alone!!"
Thank goodness I had Kyle by my side then, he backed us up and said, "Sorry Principle Weiner, but better safe than sorry, no? If we got rejected by all the colleges in California, at least we still have other options."
Annoyed, Principle Weiner let us off the hook. We told everybody what had happened and did they crack up like a bunch of hyenas.
After the finals, there was senior prom. The whole class was talking about who they were going with, what they were going to wear, how were they going to arrive and all sorts of junk. Suddenly, Kyle sat next to me. I had it coming, Kyle always sat next to me if we were in the same class.
"So... You got a date for prom yet?" Kyle asked hesitantly.
"No."
"Nobody asked?"
"No."
"Cool."
Frustrated that Kyle thought it was cool I had no date for prom, I scolded him, "I don't have a date for prom and you think it's cool?!! Like what way is it cool like?" I tried my best to keep my voice low to prevent those cheerleaders from gossiping about me later in the cafeteria.
Afraid that I might give him the silent treatment, he tried to calm me, he said, "I didn't mean it like that Kathy... Please don't get mad." I didn't not speak, I was still angry that he thought it was cool I had no date for prom. I bet he had hundreds of girls wanting to be his date.
Kyle watched me for a while and pouted, "Kathy please don't get mad..." My heart melted. I wanted to forgive him but I tried to stay mad at him.
Checking that I still didn't cool down, he said, "Please Kathy, I've got a big surprise for you."
Still frustrated I said, "Surprise? What surprise? The quarterback taking me to prom?"
Kyle was shocked then pain filled his eyes as if a million daggers struck his heart. My heart shattered seeing him at that state, so I tried my best to console him. "Oh, Kylie... You know how sarcastic I can be... I didn't mean what I said... Kylie don't get mad..."
See, there were two stars in my school, the quarterback and the basketball star. The quarterback is always more popular than the basketball star. Kyle was the basketball star. So I guess it really hurt him when I said quarterback.
Kyle looked at me and smiled and relief filled my lungs. I asked him, "So, who you going to prom with?"
"Nobody"
Shocked, I asked, "Nobody? But so many girls asked you!"
Looking into space, Kyle said, "Yeah, I know that, but I have someone in mind that I want to take to prom."
A pinch of jealously hit me, but I tried not to look jealous. I wondered who it was and asked him, "She must be someone really special, huh?"
Still looking blank, he said, "Yeah, she's one in a million. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her."
I was very very jealous but I didn't show it, Kyle would definitely tease me. I wished I knew who he was talking about in that dreamy glance.

Two days before prom, Kyle asked me to go to the mall with him. We went window shopping. We looked at jewellery, gowns and many things. Kyle asked me which gown I liked. I told him it was that cream-coloured one with the bottom practically sweeping the floor. I found it very suspicious but I didn't ask. Later on he asked which shoes I liked. I said it was that black based stilettos with white stripes. I really did wonder why he asked so much about what I liked. After that, he asked which necklace I liked. I could not take it any more. I told him, "It the one with the arrow and the heart. Kyle, why are you asking me all this out of the blue?"
He claimed, "It's a surprise, Kathy, you have to wait and see. By the way, do you have a date prom?"
Well, Chris Searse asked me but I turned him down. He was like the type that only wants to knock you up after doing something together. I didn't want Kyle to know about this, thus I told him, "No, I don't think you'll see me at prom."
Sad, Kyle wanted to say something but he held it back.
After that long window shopping at the mall, Kyle walked me home as usual. When we reached my doorstep, Kyle seemed determined to tell me something. But then he looked up at me and smiled, he said, "Since I escort you home everyday, can I have a peck on the cheek?"
I was surprised by his request, but Kyle had always been there for me, helped me with everything, so I didn't think it was a big deal to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Prom night... I was sitting in front of the television watching a movie I rented the day before when the doorbell rang at seven thirty. I wondered who could it be. When I opened the door, surprise overwhelmed me. Kyle was at my doorstep with a bunch of red roses and a box which contained a gown I said I liked! I was lost for words when hot tears rolled down my cheeks.
Worried, Kyle asked, "Kathy please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you sad."
"Sad? Who sad I'm sad? Oh, Kyle, thank you so much." I hugged him so tightly as if I didn't want to lose him. I loved him so much.
Kyle said, "Umm, Kathy? This is my first surprise for you."
First? How many surprises did he have in store for me?
He asked me to put on the gown. I went to my room with the gown while Kyle waited in front of the television. I came out wearing the gown he bought me. It fit perfectly. I felt so touched. Kyle stared at me as if he had never laid eyes on me before. He got up from the couch and said, "You look beautiful Katherine." After that he gave me the heels to match the gown. I wore it within a second. He whispered in my ear, "Close your eyes, Katherine." He was like the master and I was the slave. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt something on my neck. When he said it was all right to open my eyes, I realized that I had a necklace on my neck. Kyle smiled and said, "Don't you have make-up?"
"No."
"Good thing I brought my Mom's. Have you ever applied make-up?"
"Yeah, once or twice."
Kyle said, "Sit down, Kathy and close your eyes." I did what he said, then I felt something brush over my face, my eye lids and my lips. Then Kyle said, "All good now. Perfect. You can open your eyes now Kathy."
I opened my eyes and found Kyle's face two inches away from me. My heart raced and I looked away, I didn't want him to see me blush.
He drove me to prom in his 1958 Mustang. I never knew he had a car. A question reeled in my mind: Why did he have to walk home with me if he had a car? Couldn't he drive home instead? I decided not to ask, I did not want to ruin this perfect moment.
When we arrived, everybody was staring at us as if they'd seen something unbelievable. I knew what was going on in their little heads: Why is the basketball star hanging out with that low class girl? But I didn't mind. I was with Kyle, that was all that matters. As long as I had Kyle by my side I'd be okay.
That night we had an awesome time, we danced until our feet were sore.
He drove me home in his Mustang. When we reached my porch, I hesitated to get out. He said, "Kathy, here's my second surprise for the night. Close your eyes please." As if under a spell, I closed my eyes and awaited for what might happen. I felt a soft sensation on my lips then something.

The next day I went to school, Kyle was waiting for me at my locker. When he saw me, his eyes shone with happiness. "You came!"
I wondered what had hit him. Of course I'd go to school. It was boring at home. "Yes I did."
"Awesome! Do you want to skip school with me?"
That was a first. Since finals were over, why not? It wouldn't hurt to miss one day of school to spend some good quality time with my best friend. One question kept rolling in my head: I he had a car, why did he walk with me if he could drive?

Kyle and I went to the beach that day. We had a long stroll by the waves and a long conversation too.
Kyle said, "You know, the first day I transferred to your school, I was petrified. I thought I couldn't make any friends."
"But you did."
"And it was all thanks to you, Kathy. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know so many people."
"No, Kyle, I should thank you for everything you did for me."
"Like what did I do?"
"Well, for starters, I was a very lonely girl. No friends, nothing. Till that day you came and suddenly talked to me."
"Oh? I never knew. I thought you were acting all ice princess and ignoring everyone."
"Ice princess?"
"Well, yeah. All your crazy sarcasm and charisma brought me straight to you. I felt as though I had to melt that ice block covering you."
"Wow, I never knew. And you succeeded Kyle, you melted me."

Two weeks later, I received mail from most of the colleges I applied for and so did Kyle. We narrowed down to the colleges that we wanted to enter. We wanted to go to the same college together but we had different interests. The next day we went to school Kyle was called to the principle's office. Something about scholarship to Cambridge or Oxford, something like that. When Kyle returned he was so happy that his smile could tear up his whole face. Words couldn't describe how ecstatic he was. It was like he won the lottery of a million dollars plus insurance. He said I would never believe what happened in the principle's office and that he'd tell me after school.

The bell rang signifying that the school day was over. Kyle took me to the beach in his Mustang, we stayed in the car. Kyle said, "Promise you won't scream, Kathy. This is a big surprise."
"Okay."
"You are never going to believe this! A guy from Oxford read one of my essays and thought it was genius! He offered me a full scholarship to study there! Isn't it awesome?"
Dread filled my heart. If Kyle did go to Oxford I would be alone, again. I wanted to object but seeing him so full of joy just made me want to encourage him. I told him he was the luckiest guy in the planet and he should go. He was very talented. But Kyle looked at me as if disappointed I didn't object.
He asked, "Kathy, do you want me to go?"
No, I'd never want you to leave me, ever. But I can't hold you from you dreams.
I said, "Oh Kyle, it don't matter if I want you to go or not. You should go, it's an awesome opportunity."
Silence. None of us talked for a while. Then Kyle said, "Kathy, if I go, would you miss me?"
Yes, I'd miss you so much I might go crazy thinking about you.
I said, "Kyle..." I wanted to say that I would really miss him if he went but I didn't want that to stop him from going to Oxford. "Kyle, I... I don't think so."
Sadness seemed to engulf Kyle when I told him I didn't think I'd miss him. So I told him, "Kyle, you know I'll miss you. A lot."
Kyle smiled at me and said, "I don't think I want to Oxford now."
Shocked, I asked, "What? Why?"
He looked at me in the eyes and said, "Because you'd miss me."
"Please, Kyle, you don't get opportunities like this everyday! You have to go! Kyle, I'll miss you, yeah, but you can't just give this up!"
He looked at me, "Katherine, do you hate me?"
"No, I could never hate you Kyle, you know that."
He looked down into his hands and then looked at me again, he asked, "Kathy, can you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Can you promise me not to go out with another guy if I go to Oxford."
"Of course. But only if you go to Oxford."
Kyle smiled and said, "Thank you Kathy, you are the best!"

Well, that was what happened during last year. Now Kyle is on the plane. I never wanted him to go, ever. But I want him to go. To go and chase his dream as a novelist. As I watch his plane slowly taking off at sunset, the echoes of his every movement, scent and voice circles my thoughts.

Dreamer

Close your eyes, fall asleep,

Take a journey take a leap...

Make a choice, make it real,

So that dreams will be revealed...

When the faith you had  is gone and you're all alone

When the light you see has dimmed and left your side

When the sun has gone down behind you,

When the moon has rose above you,

You will see a new dream tonight.

Spread your wings, fly to the sky,

Soak your mind don't let it dry...

Pick a star, make a wish,

And the story you started shall finish...

When the faith you had is gone and you're all alone

When the light you see has dimmed and left your side

When the sun has gone down behind you,

When the moon has rose above you,

You will know, you'll dream a new dream tonight

"A soft hum to a soft song rang under the midst moonlight. Eerie and quiet, the voice sends an icy chill down your spine. Soft and harmonic, the voice rocks the young to sleep. The Dreamer sings her song down the path of every sleeping house, her songs soothing and quiet, like a whisper in the wind, slowly caressing you to fall into your dreams.

    A folk's myth claims the Dreamer collects dreams of those who dream to stop them from dreaming. Legend says the Dreamer picks her victims and removes their ability to dream. They say the Dreamer was a quiet one: one that observes in silence. They say her eyes were bore into your soul and steal your dreams.

    The Dreamer only dreams but does not see reality, she is forever stuck in the world of dreams, waiting for those who dream to unknowingly sacrificing their dreams to her. The Dreamer observes in silence as our dreams bore into her land of endless dreams."

"Yeah, yeah. A boring story *yawn." Tyler exclaims when Reid finishes his story.

Ellie shoots, "What, you got something better?"

Confident, Tyler says, "Yeah, I do! The classic Dracula. The Dracula sucks blood right out of your veins, draining all your blood until there is no more blood left in you. A way better Halloween story than that Dreamer thing of yours."

Ellie rolls her eyes, "Blah, blah, blah. Like who's never heard of THAT story. Get something more creative maybe?"

"A challenge to the great storyteller, I presume?" Tyler asks.

"No, no. The true storyteller tittle goes to Reid." claims Ellie.

"Thank you, Ellie. I shall forever carry that tittle with me my entire life." Granted, Reid was happy Ellie supports his stories. At least she still listens. Tyler and the others just don't appreciate good imagination.

The campfire flickers under the bright, full moon, surrounded by clusters of sparkling stars, shining down on Ellie, Tyler, Reid, Kayla, Emily and Chase, a gang of good friends. They call themselves the Cielo which meant "sky" in Spanish because they enjoy the sky and all that the sky has to offer. Indeed, including bird poop. Only Emily hates bird poop, but the others accept it because they need at least 6 dreamers to form a Somnium.

The Somnium existed over three hundred years ago. It was formed to encourage young and talented minds to discover, imagine and create. The first group was from ancient Rome called the Somnium, they were the first to discover such talent and use it in various ways: to manipulate other minds, to control elements, to see what others are not able to see, to hear what others are not able to hear, and many more. They were special, they were different. When the Government found out this quiet group of Somniums, they wiped them out. Every single one of them but one. That one was ordered to escape and hide until he found others. His name was Sominia Elacranda, a very talented dreamer, very powerful as well.

Sominia traveled to Greek and found more dreamers. He tested them to define their stage of powers and ability. The first stages were the Imago, the ability to imagine; the Reperio, the ability to discover; and the Genero, the ability to create. The second stage was the Duo, a combination of two abilities of the first stage. The third stage was the Trio, a combination of all three of the first stage. The last stage was the Spiritus, the combination of Trio and the power of the mind. These talents are genetic, it flows from the bloodline of Sominia Elacranda to his descendants. Of course, there are others, but not many discovered.

Ellie and her gang were at Duo. They were able to think in various ways, twist their minds to discover, imagine and create. Soon, the Cielo and the other Somnium groups will come together and form the ultimate power, the power to save the world.

As Ellie and her gang continues to dream, the Dreamer walks on the path of sleeping houses.

Before I enter my long, quiet slumber of maybe 15 hours, I wish to you a good night. And for those who read this story on Halloween, forgive me as it is not a ghost story, but I would like to wish all of you a Happy Halloween!

Trick-or-Treat?

You'll find monsters under your sheets...