Still Dreaming
By Hachi Mitsu
06.23.00
I can hear him again.
His laughter, filling the spring air, like the
voice of some angel. Fluttering as the fresh breeze blew through the rustling
leaves. Delicate bells in the wind. An angel. A small mirthless chuckle escapes
my lips. That's all he is now.
An angel in heaven. That must be where he is. But
even after all these years, I still think of him. What might have happened if
he was still here. With me. Maybe then, I would be able to feel free again.
But I can't forget him.
Can't forget how he died.
Dead.
The
bright morning disappeared.
I was
*there* again. That place. The rusting metal walls. Moon light seeping through
the dusty window.
The
shattered glass diffracting the light. I couldn't hear the birds anymore. And
the stench of blood replaced the fragrance of the flowers. *He* was there. A
limp body at my feet. I didn't want to touch it, the body. It's not him. I know
its not. The hair, long and unbound. But it laid limp and dead. Almost black
from the staining blood.
I wanted
to gather the strands in my hands, to wash it. Make it shine with its former
lush beauty. But it doesn't matter anymore.
I knelt
down before the body. The metal floor cold beneath my knees. Slowly, I brushed away
from his face, a few strangled locks of hair. His eyes were closed. It seemed
wrong. I wanted to give him a hard shake. To scream for him to wake up.
To tell
him that he can talk all he wants and I'll never complain again. Never yell at
him or get mad.
I
remember hearing the explosion, running as fast as I could. The ominous feeling
tugging at my heart. I knew something had happened. I prepared for the worst.
But nothing could have stopped the pain I felt now. Like knives piecing through
my heart.
Tears.
I can
feel them trailing down my cheeks.
Tears
that I had never before shed.
You're
drowning. You're drowning in your own blood. I couldn't save you. Just standing
there, watching. That was all I could do. Watch you d- NO! You're not dead!
Just open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Just open
your eyes.
One more
time.
Your not
suppose to die.
Not
without me.
Just open
your eyes.
Open you
eyes.
Open your
eyes.
I can
hear the laughter again. Drifting through the wind.
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AN: geez,
this is the sappiest thing I've ever written... ok, I take that back .
What I
ment by sappy was that it's so sad and angsty... mmm... neways have fun
guessing who the people is ^.~
Kk,
please go review! Thanky! XD
