The Search for Freedom

Kaila

The thing was so cool. There were many things I could see, even far away, but it gave me another problem, because I didn't know how to stop myself from seeing those things. How could I focus on what was in front of me if there were too many things bothering me? so unpleasant. What kind of curse was that? My tears were dripping just because of it.

I wiped my tears away from my face with the tip of my coat, then I looked back ahead. It was incredible that tears were the only solution to stop the unpleasant thing. My normal vision came back and I could clearly see what was in front of me; the lampposts and the houses ahead.

There were huge trees in the grassland near the road. Fruits were hanging on their branches, and I hadn't seen anything like them before. Those fruits might be uneatable and might cause me pain or allergies.

In my town, I could only see fruit once a year. I was always eating pork, beef, and junk foods, but it seemed like they didn't have any effect on my health. I knew that whatever food I ate would be useless because it seemed that I was eating nothing.

Since I was young, I had doubted that I wasn't a normal human, for there were many differences between me and the other children. I could survive without eating food for a long time, maybe a week, a month or even a year. I would only eat if I wanted, if there was someone who wanted me to eat, and if the food looked and smelled delicious.

I didn't want to be obvious about who I was because I knew the people around me would say that I was an abnormal girl. And it wasn't my job to know how people would look at me. The problem was with them, because they couldn't see the different parts of me.

Nothing would happen if I just sat down there and thought about a certain, or even uncertain, thing. Change is constant, so I should find a way to change my expectations. I might need to take the very first step towards those houses so that my mission there would be done quickly.

I might have needed to commit a heinous crime before I could get rid of the curse. Though I didn't want to do anything wrong, the universe would still pave the way for it. I felt like the breeze was pushing me towards the house and seemed to scourge me if I didn't follow its order.

Sorry to the world, but I have realized that I must not waste the opportunity to live. I needed to do that thing in order to survive. I still wanted to live longer, and to give my parents the right justice, to live a happy life with the people I loved and those who loved me back.

I needed to be strong and brave for my freedom. I would squeamishly give everything for the life that I was dreaming of. I'm sorry to the people who became and would become victims of the curse. Sorry to the people who sacrificed their lives for a mission that was nonsense and didn't have a clear reason.

I was walking on my exhausted feet. I had never walked on a long road covered with the shades of trees and some lampposts before. It was a challenge for me to walk on that road and listen to my own footsteps. Looking at the colorful butterflies along the roadsides What kind of place was that? Everything seemed to be singing a lullaby. They were making me fall asleep.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

If this hadn't happened, I would have already fallen asleep in my bedroom. After the first day that she demonstrated to me, there were many impossible and eerie things that happened next. But what happened could not be undone. There was no use looking back or wondering, because my past was a strange and unfunny thing.

I was the type of girl who always looked for someone to blame for what was going on. Though I knew that it was all my mistake, why were those things happening to me?

When I was fifteen, I remembered, I already dreamed of having a handsome husband, children, and a family. The plot of my life had been planted in my mind. The arrangement was there, from the beginning to the end: spending my days with my husband, making unforgettable memories anywhere, traveling the world as long as we could, and having many children was a part of it. Even the smallest details were also there: the names of my children, swimming at the beach, etcetera etcetera.

When I turned sixteen, I realized that life wasn't as easy as I had thought. My fate wasn't only that I could make it. Sometimes, the wind would change the way it blew. I realized that there were many possibilities for something to come and change my life, and I wasn't wrong. I was then suffering because I had not prepared for what might happen.

Nick South was real. Now I remember he was once my playmate when I was young. Our parents were partners in businesses. He was always with me before, but I didn't know the reason why he had just suddenly disappeared. Maybe he was only busy with schooling.

The old woman always seemed to be watching me because she knew that I had a playmate. Her memory was better than mine, despite the fact that she was already old and I was younger than her for many years. Perhaps I had forgotten a lot of things. But why? Though I had not experienced amnesia, I could not find someone to blame because nobody was suitable for it.

Drifting alone on a quiet road I wasn't suffering for anything if I could only control the power. Maybe the old woman could tell me something about that. If it happened that I could control my power, I would believe that I was one of the lucky ones, because even though there were many ordeals in life, I did everything and passed them all. I would be happy to gain power that would never hurt innocent people, unlike the one I had.

Conscience was so powerful that even though I couldn't control my body, it was persecuting me. But how could I follow the whisper of conscience if I could not even control myself? The silent whisper of conscience that I could not hear because of the curse

I chose which path I should take, but the curse had taken its own path; it was going towards the house that looked haunted. It was sending shivers down my spine. And I couldn't see the positive side of that situation.

Shit! My hand took an axe, which was attached to the bleeding wood in front of the house. The axe glitters with sharpness. How could I avoid what it was going to do? I couldn't even close my eyes or wink. Every time I allowed the curse to control me, I became poorer than a zombie but more merciless than Satan.