Thursday, March 5, 2009
Chapter 3 - Inevitability..
As the light shone through my window, I began to feel sleepy. Perhaps a short siesta will do, I told myself. I shut my eyes once again and I fell into a deep sleep.
Here I am again, in that very same dream, in the dark room. There was a scent of fresh blood flowing in someone warm, flowing in someone healthy. I stretched out my hands once again to reach for that someone and I leaned onto the warm body. Grasping that someone as tightly as possible, not letting any chance to slip by. My instinct told me that something was not right and I did not understand what it is or why. Yet again, I couldn't see the demeanour of that person. Minutes passed, I glanced around the darkness and in the far end of that dark room, I see a mirror. A mirror that was dimly lit with a stream of light that shone through the gap from the stone ceiling. I let go of that someone and I walked towards the mirror. The huge mirror was decorated with a golden glittery frame, carved with tiny roses that twisted and twined around it. There I was standing in front of it, looking into my own reflection. There was something different about me, my physiques, and at the same time I am having premonitions. What was that thing, that object, that someone who thwarted me.
"Rosabella, you are safe with me.." the voice of that shadow, that beautiful soothing melodic voice rang with clarity in my head again. Why wouldn't I be safe? What is going on? Why is there a difference when I look into the mirror, looking at my own reflection? What did that someone meant when that someone said I
am safe with him.
"Rosabella.. Wake up.. Rose.." the melodic voice slowly fade away. I tried to listen to what that voice is trying to tell me. I know I opened my eyes wide enough and I am awake but it seems that I am not listening to that voice. Silence broke.
The next moment. I realised that I was sitting on my bed, panting and gasping for air. Beads of cold sweat started to roll down from my forehead down to my cheek. No. It is not the beads of sweat that rolled down my cheeks. It was the tears that was gathering in my eyes and formed a stream that flowed down my cheek. What was I crying for?
I wipe off my tears with the back of my palm, not realising what time it is, I jumped out of bed and walked to the window. The sun was covered by thick white clouds. However, it doesn't seem to me that it will rain. I did not intend to stay home today, so I went to wash up. I looked into the bathroom mirror long enough to make sure that nothing was different about me comparing to the moment I last looked into the bathroom mirror. There was nothing different and so I continued with what I was doing and took a cold shower. After going back into my room, I searched my closet for something casual and sporty to wear. I have decided to go for a jog so I grabbed my Ipod and headed downstairs.
"Morning Rose, I made breakfast." Nara called out to me while I headed for the door.
"I'm not hungry mother. I'm going out for a jog." I replied as I paused my steps to look at her.
"Don't be late for dinner. Tonight I am making your favorite dish."
"Don't worry, I won't be." I smiled at her to hoping that she doesn't see through me. That I actually was troubled. Troubled with the dream I had.
It wasn't cold today, just the right temperature to sweat all my sorrows out. A jog was what I actually needed. I switched on my Ipod, I put the headphones over my head and started jogging. I have no idea where I am heading but I kept on going.
Until I ran to a forested area, I stopped. I took a deep breath and I could smell the fresh morning dews on the leafs of the trees. A cool breeze blew past me. It felt so comfortable that I feel that I am compelled to close my eyes. Not wanting to know where I was going, I kept my eyes closed and followed my instinct. With no hesitation, I walked into the forest. I was having thoughts of myself hitting a tree or tripping over my own foot while walking in the damped forest floor but that was what I actually presumed. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realise I was walking uphill, towards somewhere I have never been before but somewhat familiar. I didn't stop until I felt that there was something huge in front of me, preventing me from walking forward. This time I really have to open my eyes.
To my surprise, I saw a deserted cottage built from different sized stone fragments. Outside the cottage, there was a beautiful garden that surrounded the house. The garden was fenced in by tiny shrubs of rose bushes that were neatly trimmed and groomed. How can something so beautiful be hidden in the middle of the forest. At the same time, it is not possible that nobody owns this place because rose shrubs doesn't groom naturally by itself. I was curious and I walked towards the cottage. The door was left half-opened and I took a little peek.
As far as I can see, there were streams of sunlight protruding the dusty window panes. Alexander was sitting on an elegant-looking arm chair that was leaning against the wall near the window, reading a book. There was a book shelve near-by and the thick hard-cover book he was holding was about the size of an A4 sized encyclopedia. His eyes, concentrated on the book to the extent of unexplainable joy, a form happiness.
At that very moment, it felt like it was inevitable to see Alexander here, in the little stone cottage.
Bitten At 3:20 PM
