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Thursday, October 2, 2008 @ 12:32 AM
____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The dark clouds hanged persistently in the ominous night sky. The gigantic buildings opposite towered over the ash-grey bus stop. The cemented roads were bared and exposed, except for an occasional whizzing pass of an old creaky car. Silence penetrated the nightlife. The night was dead. The only semblance of life seemed to come from within the miniature bus stop. There, the silence was punctuated by the rhythmic clicking of the fingers and the stale air was stirred by the swinging of the legs. However, that life appeared to be ebbing away as well. The movements and noise were intentionally kept to be at their minimum. Nothing seemed to possess the ability to cause the movement and noise to be beyond its current minimal. Nothing seemed able to shock, surprise, scare or stimulate any emotions within the young girl. Her eyes flickered, recklessly. The dark grey eyes though removing a fragment of the essence of life from the young girl, does not seem to make the facial features of her any less attractive. The reckless eyes seemed to tell of unspoken stories that many others would admire her for. The pair of piercing eyes seemed to carry with them an ability to kill, to make others submit. And indeed, tens of thousands were victims of her pair of dark grey eyes – those eyes that seemed unafraid of anything in the whole universe, even…even if it meant death. Finally, her dark grey eyes lit up again, simultaneously with the waving of her cold bloodless hands. It was time to go home. She was bored of the bus stop. Flagged, the bus gradually came to a stop right in front of her. With no hesitation and a sharp turn of the head, she then boarded the dim dark bus. She always dreaded that bus – the bus 240, the bus that would bring her home, the bus that would bring her to a place that restricted her freedom. However, that day, something seemed different. Once she boarded that very bus, her dark grey eyes appeared to emit some unprecedented form of light. Her cool dark grey eyes seemed to dampen immediately. It wasn’t exactly an opposite of dislike, but the hatred for it seemed to have disappeared, and replaced by a gentler…feeling. There, at one corner of the bus, stood something that attracted her eyes, something that her eyes could not leave. However, the girl never dared to look at it straight in the eyes. It was always by the side, by the edges of her eyes. She wouldn’t ever allow herself to lose her cool, just for something like that. She knew better that she wasn’t supposed to get near it. If she were younger, if she were less cool, maybe it would be right being with it. But she wasn’t. She was the leader of fashion, she was always in the hype, and she wouldn’t ever put herself in disadvantage. She knew better. Though so, she just simply couldn’t control her eyes. Her eyes kept darting uncontrollably towards it. She knew by mind that she should not have done what she did. But her heart just could not follow what her mind dictates. Yes, no, yes, no…thousands of considerations and consequences dashed passed her mind, and she did not know what to do. “Hold your cool, hold your cool like always,” she muttered to herself under her breath. All along, she was a rebellious girl. She wasn’t afraid of anything, anything under the sun, anything at all. Rules were bendable she thought, fights were unavoidable in her Encyclopedia, scars were inevitable to her world. The beach, the stars, the sun…they were all her friends. Nothing could frighten her. Her reckless eyes were a mark of this. No matter what happened, her reckless eyes wouldn’t lose their recklessness, or at least that was what she thought they were like, until that very day. She thought that her childhood, her family life, and all that she has been through would have hardened her heart, and trained her heart to follow her mind. She thought her reckless eyes would always stay on her face, never changeable. She thought her signature three words of “I don’t care” would stay with her forever. She thought…she thought…yet those were only what she thought. Uncontrollably, she edged towards it. But at the last moment, she halted. Persistent not to lose her cool, the dark cool eyes then hardened. She returned to her seat resolutely. The grey eyes became greyer than they were ever before. They transformed to carry with them a sort of reflective power, which could allow one to see a more pathetic image of themselves when staring straight into it. The eyes became pitch black, without any essence of life at all. Biting her lips, she then turned her head away from it. She knew that her eyes would dampen when meeting with it again. She had her cool to keep. And more importantly, she knew she wouldn’t be able to take good care of it. It was good. She couldn’t let herself ruined it. Maybe others that could take better care of it should do the job. She still had her stars, her sun, her beach to think of. She knew herself too well. That recklessness within the eyes still remained, and would remain forever. She was still the young girl that she was. Stubborn, reckless, rebellious, that would never change, even at the stake of…it. By that, she knew. For her and for it, she cannot get near to it. Not at all. (929 words) |