Thursday, 21 July 2011

Forever Alone Origins


Lots of years have passed... I am still here... forever kept away... deep within the earth... forever.... alone.
This is the real story/origin of forever alone.
The end

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Zora Chapter1(v1)



ZORA
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Prologue
Zora
Prologue
It is said that there are lines of power, running beneath the earth. Some believe that this saying is a myth, a paradox, a superstition, etc. There are even stories and cult books about these Phenomenon. 
I for one, am no difference, all of my believes are based on theories and such. Thus, I did not believe that such things were true. I believed that what those superstitious people thought were lines of power, I deduced them to be the magnetic field of the earth.
  At first, one would think that the thing that sat on my swing was human... But It wasn’t. It sat on my swing, that thing, sat on its hind legs. It was so light, that the occasional breeze would swing the swing. Then it turned around, I saw the brilliance of its dainty face then, I fell unconscious. For what felt like an eternity I felt as if I was falling through...
Chapter 1
Zora
  “Augh, my head.” I sat up just to hit my head another time. “Ow. What the hell?” I said, staring up at the surface I had hit. What can this be? I thought, running my fingers along the glowing blue surface. “Hmm...” I took out a coin from my pocket, just to see it fly out of my hands and levitate in the middle of the room. “Magnetic Force?” I stared as the coin spun in the air, an endless loop. “Could this be, the Power Lines?” I stared at the blue surface. I searched this new-found surface just to come to a dead end. After searching for a long while, I finally found a shard of this new material, which I called M.F.u.O(M-Fu-O) which is short form for “Magnetic Flow unObtanium”. “Hmm... Oh yes, what is that light?” I crawled cautiously towards the light, squinting, as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. Ah! A opening, time to get out from this...Ugh” I couldn’t push my way out from my “cage”. After trying for quite a long time, I managed to push himself just a few centimeters out of the cage. “What’s the use, even if I have found this new material, I can’t share it with anyone.” I took a hard swing at the nearest wall and was greeted with a gush of red liquid. “Shit-” i said as I suddenly noticed a nearby rat with crystal shards on its back, run through the exit. “Hm...” I took a shard-flint and gripped it tightly in my hand as I crawled towards the exit. “Yes!” I screamed with delight as my arm went through the opening, I could see a blue mist being emitted as the shield was temporarily repelled.

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Life. Faith.

Life is not always what it seems. I have always taken it for granted. I have always treated it like a minor event, ignoring things that might risk ending it.
Life is a choice. At any and every action you do in life, it is a choice. Just like a speedy cheetah, choosing over its prey - the biggest, yet the faster of the herd, or the smallest, yet the slower; Just like an elegant swan, choosing over its mate, seeking over the most beautiful, the most gentle of all swans. Just like a typical human, having difficulties in his life. A mental battle between good and evil. And just like any other person, I, too was given a choice. I, too was given a chance. I, too was given an opportunity to correct my wrong-doings. Yet, I chose the path toward darkness. Spiraling downward towards death. It was I, who caused misery to all; to the people who I love…
Junk of a useless is what I am now. I am a boy, who is having breathing difficulty. I am a boy, who of a tender age of twelve, have gotten lung cancer. Now, it is time, that I should give up…I shall end my life with this pen knife… ‘Heck, Gregory, what do you think you are doing? You are not going to leave me that easily! You are my only family, come back!’ the voice of Jason sounded in my head. ‘You can’t die…please…take on this treatment, Gregory…please…’ came another. Stretching out my hand towards the knife, I hesitated a fraction of a degree. I shifted my trembling hands, willing them to cover my face. Anguish tears streamed down my beady eyes, glinting under the gentle light shone from the florescent lamp above. The heat trapped from the outside was causing my skin to tingle. Leaning against my misshapen pillow, I shook my head in grieve. Why had I done that? Maybe it was due to depression. Maybe it was due to guilt. Maybe…just maybe, it was due to the imperfection of my past…how was I ever going to continue to resist this pain? Oh, dearly do I regret my stupid act - smoking...
Thwack!
The door knob turned, and Jason stepped in.
‘Gregory, how are you feeling?’ Jason asked in a small voice, as he sat on the bed.
I simply nodded, sat upright, relying on the pillow for support .
‘You can’t avoid this. You’ll have to go through this, brother, if not, you’ll suffer even more…’
‘Do not mind my business, Jason. This is my problem. Not yours. I would rather end my life.’ Just to prove to him that I would do so, I showed him the pen knife.
Jason patiently, gently took the pen knife away from my hand. ‘ No, brother…please, do not be stubborn…’
‘What’s the point of living now? I failed to be who I am anyway…’
‘THAT’S BECAUSE YOU DO NOT STAND UP TO FACE PROBLEMS! THAT IS YOUR PROBLEM! YOU ALWAYS TAKE THINGS FOR GRANTED!’
I stared at Jason, startled. Jason had never used that sort of tone on me. My shock was eventually replaced by anger. I clenched my fists, and in reply, I shouted...
‘Arrrghhhh! GET LOST!’ I shouted, shoving him of the bed, and dragged him out the room.
I slammed the door shut. My face was wet…my knees buckled. I winced. I crouched down, as I brought my knees to my head, enabling myself to rest on them…my heart was aching…from all the pain I have brought; from my crying…but it hurt even more, upon thinking about Jason… ‘Jason must be hurt…I can’t afford to hurt any more people…I can’t…’ I thought.
Few hours later, I dragged myself out the house. I was determined to kill myself in silence…I was determined not to let Jason know about my doing…I could not afford to hurt him anymore. No more...
It was not long, before I reached the main junction. I took a deep breath, as I stepped onto the road. Ahead of me, were cars zooming off at extreme speed. One look at the road, and I knew that I did not have to reach the centre of the road before I even pass…
One step…
Two steps…
Three steps…
Cars were blasting horns at me. Drivers complaining about me blocking the road. But I did not care. I had caused Jason misery…
Out of a sudden, a car brushed passed me, pushing me further out onto the road. I raised my head, only to realize a car zooming towards me.
‘Gregory!’ It was Jason. At the side of my eye, I caught a flash of him dashing towards me. I felt a hard shove on my back, and the next thing I knew, I lay sprawled onto the ground at the other end of the road, bruised. Some passer-bys helped me up. Still in a daze, I spotted Jason, lying motionless on the road, with a pool of blood surrounding him… Only then, did I realize, that he sacrificed himself to save me.
‘Jason!’ I shouted. A second passed… No response.
‘Jason!’ I called again. Again, no response.
‘Hurry up, call the ambulance!’ I cried.
‘Jason…oh, Jason..I am sorry…I should have listened to you…this wouldn’t have happened…’ I mumbled to myself.
Life is not always what it seems. I have always taken it for granted. I have always treated it like a minor event, ignoring things that might risk ending it…
I am now, in the hospital, beside my brother’s bed. He was the only person I had left in my family…I had been selfish. If I were the one to have left him, will he not be left alone?
‘Jason…I’m sorry…Jason…please wake up…’ I murmured, partly to Jason, partly to myself.
A day passed…two days…and yet, he still has not stirred.
I recalled his final wish… ‘You can’t avoid this. You’ll have to go through this, brother, if not, you’ll suffer…’ I closed my hand around his. Gently, I said…
‘I will take treatment, brother, and I won’t let you down…’
Perhaps it was my imagination, however, I noticed a smile, playing on his lips. I got up, and headed for the exit; to seek for an appointment with the doctor, for a treatment…
Five years have passed since the incident. I have finally found new-found freedom within me. I am not going to be that stupid to ever smoke again…I am not going to risking hurting anyone…no one, and no more…
Life is a choice. At any and every action you do in life, is a choice. A choice, now given to me – to value and to quit my bad deeds, or to take on smoking, and once again allow the bad things to reply themselves again. I, Gregory, have learnt my lesson the hard way. I, Gregory, shall, and am determined to value and treasure life. I, Gregory, shall heed my brother, Jason’s advise. No matter what hardship I face, I shall, and ought to solve them.