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[center]The Start of Nothing[/center][color=#000099][/color]
Finn looked around him, as he sat on the old rusted metal bench, his face upward staring at the late night skies, he looked beside himself now and then, he could see the fog making it way towards him, the white misty blur of it seems to unsettle his nerves, and it made him felt how he felt most of his life…. his whole life. It was that feeling of life creeping up on him and ready to pounce on him with its never ending problems.
He could feel the sweat now accumulating now on his brow, and he wondered how it was so peaceful up there in the night skies full with a billion dozens stars, he couldn’t seems to breath well now, he felt the coldness of the fog as it advance towards him, he tried moving his body, it sat stiffened as if he had no control over it. The fog was almost on him now, he tried to shout for help, but no sound came, instead he heard the echo of what would have been his scream for help in his own head. That was it, he thought. It eventually caught up with him, he would never be able to feel the sweet smell of the summer breeze, he would never sail his little boat on the lake in which he had went swimming most of his times. He heard the laughter, it sounded as if someone was jeering at his helplessness, and that was when he sobbed, he sobbed not because he was going to die in this hopeless, land of misery and noting, he cried for what would have become his life, his dreams as a data processor, he sobbed because he will never see her face ever again.
The laughter came again, this time it sounded near and it was still the same mocking sound, he let his head hung in shame and self pity, with his tears flowing and disappearing before they could settle on the cold ground in which his bare feet was standing uncomfortably on. He had let them sense his helplessness and insecurities. He couldn’t take it anymore; he was being tortured by the sound of the laugh, which shred his heart and soul to uncountable pieces, he let out a moan, he let out another heart wrenching moan, and that was when he let the scream out; and almost immediately he felt himself pulled upward with a force so hard, he felt his navel made contact with his bottom hole. He couldn’t make out the feeling at first, and then it felt as if he was being squeezed through a small pipe, the feeling was claustrophobic, his lungs seems to have fail him, they had forgotten their sole purpose…. It was for them to breathe. He couldn’t breathe and after a moment or minutes as it felt of whooshing and almost blinded by a thousand bright lights. He felt the rush of air into his lungs and he gulped it in greedily.
He landed face flat into the grass, he felt dizzy and disoriented, but after a couple of minutes of splattering and coughing, he was alright. He felt his face for his spectacles and he was relieved to feel them sitting comfortably on the bridge of his long and pointed nose. He was trying to get up on his feet when the laughter sounded again, he looked at the direction at which it had came and what he saw made his heart bitter.
It was Hooper and his minions, he held his breathe as they advanced and circled him like a vulture circling a carcass, he dread the spectra of what would happen next.
‘Why were you screaming, Doggie’ It was Hooper, he had come to know the thickness of his voice and the authoritative tone it carries. He would know that voice even in his grave, after being bullied half his life by Hooper and his mouth breathers.
‘My name is Douglas not…..’
‘Yeah, yeah, I know it, you little shit’ Hooper cut him off mid sentence
‘Was your father killing you in your day dreams?’ He said in a matter-of-fact tone and his minions laughed
Finn felt pure, hot white fury coursing through his veins, that he was almost blinded by it; he had just had one of his terrifying day dreams and what would happen next to him the very second was a bully trying to get on his bad side. He stood up so fast that his knees almost buckled
‘You know nothing about my father’ he almost screamed it out, even though he was angry, he could feel the tears streaming down his oval face, it trace his jaw and fell in thick droplet unto the pointed green grass. The sky seems to sense his mood; it took a deep shade of gray.
‘Have you forgotten the rules, doggie?’ Hooper voice was unbelievably calm, it sounded soothing, at the same time, like a snake slithering towards his prey and in the twinkle of an eye will strike, before he ever had the chance to plead. He was behind him now, and he could almost feel his hot breath on the nape of his neck.
‘I do the talking, while you sit your ass down like a good dog’ he pushed Finn from behind, he landed face straight into the grass, he felt a sharp cut on his brow, his spectacle lens had cut him, he touched his hand almost immediately to the cut, the sight of his blood frightened him…. The ----- color seems so unreal, and the same time a little bit comforting, comforting to find out he is still a breathing human being. He tried opening his eyes, but he couldn’t see anything, his other eye was not functional, it might as well be labeled useless. The beating came afterward and last like it always does. There was a kick here and there and a lot of blows, but the pain was something he had come to be used to, pain demands to be felt, he had kept saying to himself. He took it with grunts and groans. At first he threw up in is mouth, and then unto the cold, wet grass, till he thought his insides were next.
‘Leave him alone! Get out of here’ the voice was feminine and familiar, the beatings stopped and he heard Hooper
‘Leave the slut alone with the dog; come on guys’ he heard the footsteps walking away, till he could hear them no more
‘Are you alright?’ Finn felt her touch his back and even though he was in pain, he wasn’t ready for what he felt, it was as if pure electricity has been charged into him, all the way from his back to his spine which carried it all the way to his toes, and he squirmed them as if to shake it off. He sat up and tried not to look embarrassingly, he still couldn’t see out of his good eye, his spectacles had fallen off
‘Lean over, let me wash your face, he tried to do as instructed, while trying not to let their skin touch, because he was foreign to what he was feeling. The cold water sting his wound as the flowed over it, he gritted his teeth in pain, while hissing hard.
‘I think you can open your eyes now’ he opened his eyes slowly, he could make out her shape right in front of him, but he was still unable to see clearly till he felt around the grass for his spectacles and again her hands stopped his, opened his palms and dropped his spectacles there. He felt the electricity surged through him again, or was he feeling what he wanted to feel with her? He drew his hand back sharply, he apologized. The lens of his good eyes was broken, so he had to wear the spectacles upside down so the not broken lens was on the good eye. He felt like a geek, well, he was something close to that, a notch up maybe and he had be a geek.
He could make out her face now. Finn drew in air, there was she was right in front of him. A girl he thought was out of his league, he had never really pay attention to the other sex, nor had any desire to having anything sexually related with the female counterpart, but she was special, no... She is one of a kind, and he will always felt attracted to her. There was something about her that captures his attention, something that pique his interest in her. Maybe it was the way she carries herself, with the swag of someone who have a lot of confidence and courage, or the way her blonde hair falls on her shoulders, or maybe the way she shoots hoops like a NBA pro, there were a lot of reasons, but he wasn’t sure if it was any of the reasons. He had fall for her a thousand times all over, he had felt attracted to her the way a compass needle is to the north pole.
“Why did you help me? he asked with a questioning look on his face
“Well, looks like they were going to beat you to death” she smiled
Now, he thinks it must be her voice. It was like an instrument waiting to be played, and when played, produces melodious sounds, and just for a moment he let himself be soothed with her voice, it felt like it was in his very head and her every words was satisfying, speaking things his heart had always craved for, it was hypnotizing. And for one fleeting moment, he stopped to take her all in again, her beautiful face, the way it looked like it was sculpted by God for days, her rows of white set of teeth, when she said something he couldn’t hear, he stared at them in wonders. He could never get enough of her, even if he stalks her for his whole life. He pulled him back to the present.
“Thanks…. Really appreciate” he murmured . He reached for his bag where it was lying on the ground, he unzipped it and what he saw inside made his head churn, he let out a loud groan and cursed
“What is it?”
He took his time to grief and said in a low voice
“The bastards broke my Phil Collins Platinum Collection of 2000” he lamented
“You listen to Phil Collins?” she asked with a surprised voice
“Who doesn’t?” he smiled and winced when his jaw ached, a punch might have landed there
“Well, not every listen to Phil Collins, these Jams were way back in the 19’s”
“Well, as you can see I am a nerd, and what made you surprised I listen to Phil Collins” he said in a tired voice
“Umm… I don’t know… Maybe because I have never really met someone that is into the 19’s music that much, and these days teenagers tends to go for hip-hop than mind relaxing music”
Finn looked at her, and wondered why he couldn’t have the gut to have spoke to her ever since he was attracted to her, and the way she said teenagers, sounded like she was not one, and the way she said mind relaxing music as if people listening to hip hop were a notch or two down to her, but he found it cute.
“And if listening to Phil Collins makes you a nerd, does that make me a nerd also? She asked and looked at him inquisitively
Finn head shot up straight, she was now sitting in the grass with him. The air was so chilly now
“No… No….. I didn't…I didn’t mean that” he felt as if almost took him an hour to got his words right. She threw her head back in laughter
“Well, was just kidding, sometimes being a nerd is the best thing to be” she said and stared long at him and fell quiet. The silence was so loud and hollow, he thought he had to say something, when she stood up and mention for him to get up, she extended her hand to which he held his breath before taking it, for fear of a shock. She didn’t let go of his hand after she had pull him up
“Let go get another Phil Collins platinum 2000 collection, I think I know a place on Maple Street”
Now, hands in hands they walked toward the fog he had dread his whole life, but this time he felt no fear, just brave and strong. And with her she was sure to start something on with her, to make something out of them. With her he was going to have his noting, because noting they say last forever.