I found myself grinning like an idiot most of the days, the sensation still on my lips, the feeling still in my heart, and the memory still in my brain. Laying on the soft bed, closing my eyes, thinking about Debbie, my first girl friend. Peace, freedom, happiness, loves¡. Loves¡
Everything shattered apart.
I'm in the darkness again, searching for truths, and lies. Seeking something, someone¡ On my instinct, I cannot remember how he look like, or who is him.
"Seeking me, My
Son?"
I was shocked, who called me his 'son'. Or I had heard wrong, it's Shan or Son? I turned my head around, and saw a plump and pudgy guy, with pure white hair, striking yellow suit, childish looking green wellington shoes, left hand toying with a red hearted watch, with loveless, twinkling eyes, gazing at me.
¡°"I¡¯m who you want to see, Master
Shan?¡± He smiled, stand about 3 or more metres away from me. Now I get it, it's Shan, not Son. But I can say he did say a 'son' word. I'd nothing to say, even I have, I can't speak, my teeth was chattering wildly, I was shaking, even I don't know who was him, I can feel that it's who I'm searching, I can know he's who I wanted to see.
"Never trust your memory," He chuckled. " It could be a destructive demon¡
Shan¡
Son¡"
He laughed, I can heard his evil, maniac laughter, echoing in my head, I close my ears to stop the sound, but it's from my head, I cannot keep the sound clear, And the laughter was loudening.
"NEVER TRUST YOU MEMORY,
SON!!"
I was in agony, the
son. I flinched.
"NEVER TRUST YOUR MEMORY,
SHAN!!"
I screamed, the vision shattered once more, open my eyes all in a sudden, I can see neither Debbie, nor The man. I was in my hotel room, once more again.
"Son! " someone called me, i turn my head, son? I saw the man's face, as first i thought he was the white haired man, no, he was just my father, my
real father, "What's happening?"
"No.. " I breathed " Just nightmare.... nightmare... "
"Are you watching horror movies again? " dad asked, "If - "
"I'm - not - watching - horror - movies! " I growled, my sound had been lower, even lower than dad's low, deep voice. But the voice just sound like a creature. " Nightmare was not from shows, all my nightmares was not from movies, a chicken even will not had a nightmare because of horror movies! "
"Then why you got the nightmare? " Dad asked. " If not from horror movies?"
I hesitated, should i tell him? will he believe me? I turn to look at the ceiling" Dad.... All those days i had many nightmares... Well... since she died.. " Dad shocked, we had use she or her instead name of Annie since her death. " I always had nightmares, for some nightmares, she inside, she was... around 15, i was a man, like 28 or 29, she look at me sadly, tears rolling down, i cried too, she said.... she said... be good to dad and mum, once i go... maybe, i will never back... "
Dad started to sneeze, tears rolling down. " And after, i saw a war... wierd peoples, especially one with animal hides, another woman had beard.... and peoples in purple skin, they are.. fighting, then.. no more... "
Dad cried, i can heard his sob. "Annie... " he said... "Ann ... "
"Once another time, this time, i saw a man, " I muttered, looking at the ceiling, should i tell him? Then i decided no. "And again, i saw monsters, with large green eyes, scarred and stitched face, sharp teeth, wearing blue robes, and once, i saw a people... using his nails, make a wound on another person, and suck blood... but didn't kill... " Then i look back at dad.
"Darren... Son... you must be hurted by her death, come, forget all those. " He said calmly, sobbing.
"But - " I stopped, nobody would believe me, for the brain of adults! If i tell Steve, he will believe me, but parents? no... nah..
They wouldn't. They will think at it as a lunatic story from the kid's mind. "Never it mind... "
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