Post by denomancer on Jun 5, 2008 23:03:32 GMT 8
Chapter 2 : Emotions in our eyes
Exiting the room, she placed her new found precious into her pocket and continued her way down the dark corridor. Without any directions and place in mind, she just followed where the passage leads. Gradually, the darkness surrounding her became oblivious to her.
Random thoughts started filling her as she transited to cruising mode. Pictures of her family and friends began to appear.
Being the child that her family dotes on so much, she is used to having things going smoothly for her. Whatever she wants, somehow she will have her ways to get it eventually.
Her life seems to be from a scene of a princess in a fairy tale, being envied by those around her.
In short, her life was perfect and well taken care of. Nothing could go wrong wrong for her. She did not really care much about her life. Correction. She Need Not have to.
There were always people there to help her in times of needs, and people to guide her whenever she meets with crucial situations that requires critical decisions to be made.
There was this person that she knew. Not a close friend but more of an acquaintance. He is very different from her. To the extend of comparing black and white, the absence of color versus the combination of colors.
This person had it hard. Since the time he could remember, there were hardly people there to help him in whatever he was doing.
He was always forced to depend on no one but solely on himself.
Call it being independent or self-sufficient, it was an attribute that was painfully learnt by him.
The only encounter that these two people had was the time when she needed help badly and that he was there at that point of time. Being helpful in nature, he went all out and helped her, expecting nothing in return. A simple thanks was all he got from her after that event and they became complete strangers after that. Guess she always gets help whenever she needs it, thus, explaining her complacency.
The sudden intrusion of thoughts proved to be too overbearing for her that she stopped dead in her tracks. Taking a deep breath and a few seconds of mental silence, she managed to calm herself down. Wanting to continue her walking, she was interrupted again. This time with options to turn either left or right, or go up the flight of stairs. She cannot choose to turn back or else she will be going to where she came from.
Standing there contemplating, it became obvious that her ability to decide has deteriorated.
All three options proved to be as unwelcoming as one other, each leading her to their own realm of unending fear and uncertainties.
"Where should i go? What is waiting for me there? Will i get lost there? "
These questions kept repeating themselves in her head, over and over again, like a broken record.
Out if nowhere, the sound of a door slamming shut boomed loudly, filling the entire place with it's deafening noise.
Realizing that it was coming from upstairs, it somehow help make her mind up to where to go.
Totally disregarding the doubts that she had before, she ran all the way up the stairs. It wasn't long after reaching the top when the sound of footsteps greeted her. Figuring that the footsteps were coming from somewhere near, she broke into a run, hoping to find the person who's responsible for the noises.
The possibility of knowing that she wasn't alone there proved to be so important to her that she didn't mind tripping over uneven hallways and bumping into broken furnitures.
Anxiety had comfortably planted itself in the driver seat.
Speeding pass the doors in the hallway, she could hear the footsteps growing louder and louder, getting nearer and nearer.
She was convinced that she was not alone.
As sudden as how the footsteps appeared, it suddenly became inaudible. Silence became a sound at that point.
Forced to stop in her tracks, she stood in front of a huge black wooden door.
Somehow, she feels that the person is right behind the door, in the room where she could not enter. A simple action of opening the door will solve the mystery of the presence of another being.
Trying to open the door prove to be a major difficulty as it wasn't built with a door knob. It seems like this door is not normal at all.
With beads of perspiration dripping down her chin, and panting for air occasionally, she examined the door carefully.
Carvings of vines could be seen around the sides of the huge door, twisting and turning in itself, creating a maze of it's own.
Upon closer examination, you can see hidden within the vines is a cobra-like snake.
Carved with such skills and details that one might easily feel intimidated by it.
Lying next to the serpent, a fruit that resembles an apple presents itself. Though normal looking, there's something special about it that makes it so alluring.
Running her fingers against the center of the door, she could feel the presence of words carved deeply into the old wood.
Parts of the sentence seems to be unfinished, as if the person who did it left certain words out intentionally.
There were certain carvings on the door that depicts the influence of the roman era. Maybe the artist was born around that period.
After careful examination, the door knob still couldn't be found.
One can't enter using the traditional method of turning the knob anymore.
Knowing that she have no other means of entering, knocking seems to be the only way left, hoping that the person at the other side will open it for her.
Pounding hard on the door, she stood there , waiting for some kind of reply.
The door didn't open. Nothing changed even after knocking. She thought that maybe adding a little strength into knocking will help.
From pounding with two hands to banging the door with her shoulders, her actions proved futile.
Filled with frustration and despair, she sat on the cold hard floor, giving up trying anymore.
Staring intensely at the immense obstacle in front of her, she did not realize the sudden glow of light in her pocket.
It was as if the soft blue light was trying to reach out of the pocket to her.
Her frustration started to get the best of her. She picked herself up and started pounding away at the door, not even flinching when pain fills her bruised hands.
In the midst of the pounding and knockings, the light started to fade away, growing dimmer and dimmer by the seconds.
Clutching her hips and bending forward, she finally gave up. Her painful hands and heavy panting stopped her from continuing with her senseless actions.
Giving credit to luck, her eyes caught a glimpse of the fading light just at the moment it decided to stop glowing.
She reached into her pocket immediately and fished out the item that caught her attention. Looking closely, she's certaint that it was the first time she laid eyes on it. She did not even know how she came to be in possession of such a thing.
Holding it in one hand, she dug into her pockets again, in search of something that she remembered keeping previously.
She had kept 'faith' inside her pocket and now, she couldn't find it. She did not recall misplacing it elsewhere or even dropping it at all.
'Faith' just vanished into thin air.
Holding the item tightly in her hands, she started to panic.
Where have 'faith' gone to? What had happened to it? When did it disappear?
When did this thing got into my pocket? How did it get there?
Questions without answers began to pour endlessly. She was like an overloaded elevator, just waiting for the cables to snap any moment.
Just when things started to get too overbearing, she spotted something at the bottom of the item.
Right there, embedded deeply was a small little cross. So small and insignificant that one might miss it easily.
Somehow, that little cross looks familiar to her.
Searching deep into her memory, she remembered seeing it on 'faith' as well. Both of it bears the same embeddement.
Could it be that 'faith' have taken another form whilst lying inside her pocket?
At this point of time, the artifact started to glow again.
Holding it close to her, she could see sentences slowly forming on both sides of the artifact.
With trembling voice, she read the words out.
"Ask, and it shall be given. Knock, and it shall be opened"
"Happy are those who can't see,yet believe."
End of Chapter 2
Exiting the room, she placed her new found precious into her pocket and continued her way down the dark corridor. Without any directions and place in mind, she just followed where the passage leads. Gradually, the darkness surrounding her became oblivious to her.
Random thoughts started filling her as she transited to cruising mode. Pictures of her family and friends began to appear.
Being the child that her family dotes on so much, she is used to having things going smoothly for her. Whatever she wants, somehow she will have her ways to get it eventually.
Her life seems to be from a scene of a princess in a fairy tale, being envied by those around her.
In short, her life was perfect and well taken care of. Nothing could go wrong wrong for her. She did not really care much about her life. Correction. She Need Not have to.
There were always people there to help her in times of needs, and people to guide her whenever she meets with crucial situations that requires critical decisions to be made.
There was this person that she knew. Not a close friend but more of an acquaintance. He is very different from her. To the extend of comparing black and white, the absence of color versus the combination of colors.
This person had it hard. Since the time he could remember, there were hardly people there to help him in whatever he was doing.
He was always forced to depend on no one but solely on himself.
Call it being independent or self-sufficient, it was an attribute that was painfully learnt by him.
The only encounter that these two people had was the time when she needed help badly and that he was there at that point of time. Being helpful in nature, he went all out and helped her, expecting nothing in return. A simple thanks was all he got from her after that event and they became complete strangers after that. Guess she always gets help whenever she needs it, thus, explaining her complacency.
The sudden intrusion of thoughts proved to be too overbearing for her that she stopped dead in her tracks. Taking a deep breath and a few seconds of mental silence, she managed to calm herself down. Wanting to continue her walking, she was interrupted again. This time with options to turn either left or right, or go up the flight of stairs. She cannot choose to turn back or else she will be going to where she came from.
Standing there contemplating, it became obvious that her ability to decide has deteriorated.
All three options proved to be as unwelcoming as one other, each leading her to their own realm of unending fear and uncertainties.
"Where should i go? What is waiting for me there? Will i get lost there? "
These questions kept repeating themselves in her head, over and over again, like a broken record.
Out if nowhere, the sound of a door slamming shut boomed loudly, filling the entire place with it's deafening noise.
Realizing that it was coming from upstairs, it somehow help make her mind up to where to go.
Totally disregarding the doubts that she had before, she ran all the way up the stairs. It wasn't long after reaching the top when the sound of footsteps greeted her. Figuring that the footsteps were coming from somewhere near, she broke into a run, hoping to find the person who's responsible for the noises.
The possibility of knowing that she wasn't alone there proved to be so important to her that she didn't mind tripping over uneven hallways and bumping into broken furnitures.
Anxiety had comfortably planted itself in the driver seat.
Speeding pass the doors in the hallway, she could hear the footsteps growing louder and louder, getting nearer and nearer.
She was convinced that she was not alone.
As sudden as how the footsteps appeared, it suddenly became inaudible. Silence became a sound at that point.
Forced to stop in her tracks, she stood in front of a huge black wooden door.
Somehow, she feels that the person is right behind the door, in the room where she could not enter. A simple action of opening the door will solve the mystery of the presence of another being.
Trying to open the door prove to be a major difficulty as it wasn't built with a door knob. It seems like this door is not normal at all.
With beads of perspiration dripping down her chin, and panting for air occasionally, she examined the door carefully.
Carvings of vines could be seen around the sides of the huge door, twisting and turning in itself, creating a maze of it's own.
Upon closer examination, you can see hidden within the vines is a cobra-like snake.
Carved with such skills and details that one might easily feel intimidated by it.
Lying next to the serpent, a fruit that resembles an apple presents itself. Though normal looking, there's something special about it that makes it so alluring.
Running her fingers against the center of the door, she could feel the presence of words carved deeply into the old wood.
Parts of the sentence seems to be unfinished, as if the person who did it left certain words out intentionally.
There were certain carvings on the door that depicts the influence of the roman era. Maybe the artist was born around that period.
After careful examination, the door knob still couldn't be found.
One can't enter using the traditional method of turning the knob anymore.
Knowing that she have no other means of entering, knocking seems to be the only way left, hoping that the person at the other side will open it for her.
Pounding hard on the door, she stood there , waiting for some kind of reply.
The door didn't open. Nothing changed even after knocking. She thought that maybe adding a little strength into knocking will help.
From pounding with two hands to banging the door with her shoulders, her actions proved futile.
Filled with frustration and despair, she sat on the cold hard floor, giving up trying anymore.
Staring intensely at the immense obstacle in front of her, she did not realize the sudden glow of light in her pocket.
It was as if the soft blue light was trying to reach out of the pocket to her.
Her frustration started to get the best of her. She picked herself up and started pounding away at the door, not even flinching when pain fills her bruised hands.
In the midst of the pounding and knockings, the light started to fade away, growing dimmer and dimmer by the seconds.
Clutching her hips and bending forward, she finally gave up. Her painful hands and heavy panting stopped her from continuing with her senseless actions.
Giving credit to luck, her eyes caught a glimpse of the fading light just at the moment it decided to stop glowing.
She reached into her pocket immediately and fished out the item that caught her attention. Looking closely, she's certaint that it was the first time she laid eyes on it. She did not even know how she came to be in possession of such a thing.
Holding it in one hand, she dug into her pockets again, in search of something that she remembered keeping previously.
She had kept 'faith' inside her pocket and now, she couldn't find it. She did not recall misplacing it elsewhere or even dropping it at all.
'Faith' just vanished into thin air.
Holding the item tightly in her hands, she started to panic.
Where have 'faith' gone to? What had happened to it? When did it disappear?
When did this thing got into my pocket? How did it get there?
Questions without answers began to pour endlessly. She was like an overloaded elevator, just waiting for the cables to snap any moment.
Just when things started to get too overbearing, she spotted something at the bottom of the item.
Right there, embedded deeply was a small little cross. So small and insignificant that one might miss it easily.
Somehow, that little cross looks familiar to her.
Searching deep into her memory, she remembered seeing it on 'faith' as well. Both of it bears the same embeddement.
Could it be that 'faith' have taken another form whilst lying inside her pocket?
At this point of time, the artifact started to glow again.
Holding it close to her, she could see sentences slowly forming on both sides of the artifact.
With trembling voice, she read the words out.
"Ask, and it shall be given. Knock, and it shall be opened"
"Happy are those who can't see,yet believe."
End of Chapter 2