The Bygone Progeny (Part 1) - All things I hate

October 19, 2009

“ Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” - Albert Einstein

He saw himself standing in a wilderness, the sight am not so good. The ground is made up of thick and blurry glass, but still, black, blue and maroon colored plants grew on it. He started to wander around looking for nothing in particular. With each step he makes, the reflection on the ground gets clearer and clearer. Suddenly a bright green light shone on the back of his shoulder, he turned around quickly and ran towards it in the hopes of finding that something even he doesn’t know. He ran for almost an hour only to find out that he’s not getting any nearer. He stopped running and bent his back in tiresome. He grabbed his knees and rested his whole upper-body weight on it. When he looked down on the ground, he saw his reflection, so clear. He’s not reflecting his own image, instead, he saw a tall dark guy with long hair and full beard devilishly smiling at him. He was stunned by the view and before he can even move a muscle, the tall guy already got off the ground and grabbed him in his neck. He can’t breathe. He tried to resist but the guy is so strong. He knew he’s dying. But who is this guy?

With his body soaked in sweat, he at once found himself lying on the floor. He was relieved to hear his mp3 player still playing the loud songs that he left on repeat before lying on his comfy bed. It was a bad dream. Good thing, his fall from his bed woke him up. And perfect timing, it’s a Monday night already, time for work.

 

“♫ Me! ♫ Me! ♫ All these things I hate revolve around me! ♫”

(All things I hate by Bullet for my Valentine)

 

Singing this song has been his Monday night mantra. He solely believes that singing this song with full energy will wake up his sleeping spirit even if his so called ‘neighbor granny’ yells at him every time with lovely phrases such as..

 

“Hey you have neighbors! It’s 9PM! Better wear that headphones of yours and silence yourself, you stokwa!”

 

And because he loves his neighbor so much, what he does is turn the volume up a notch enough to erase granny’s voice from the air. But for some strange reason, before he fully turned the volume knob up, he noticed that the granny stopped yelling already. He muted the player and tried to listen if the granny really stopped yelling, and yeah, she did stop.

 

He was worried, because the last time the granny stopped yelling was the last time she was brought to the hospital. So he stepped outside of his apartment unit and checked if there are any emergencies. He was surprised. He stood in the middle of the apartment’s hallway, granny’s unit is just the door after the door which is directly across his and there is no granny-emergency, but this is not the thing that surprised him. He saw all the units’ door swinging open as if someone is trying to scare a kid with a ghost-opening-doors thing. He’s old enough to think that this is just a prank, if robbers are in their apartment, why spare his unit?

 

All of a sudden, images of a certain person appeared in his mind, chaotically it is. His eyes were closed forcedly and he has no choice but to look at the images his mind is receiving. He saw the guy from his dream, this time, he saw him standing in front of the door across his unit, and he noticed that everything was being wrecked as if a tornado is in their apartment. The guy was laughing, laughing hard.

 

“You? You? Hahahahaha!”

 

The tall guy speaks very loud repeatedly, Miguel’s used to loud sounds but still the guy’s voice is too much for his ear to handle. He fell into his knee and grabbed both his ear for cover, he realized that his eyes are still closed but he did not wonder why he can see clear images. He just wanted to open his eyes and when he tried to, it was with ease and then everything’s back to normal.

 

When he tried to look back up to where the guy was standing, there he saw Granny Mary laughing at him.

 

“What are you doing there kiddo? What’s with the kneeling and everything? Hahahaha! I guess you should stop listening to your demonic mp3’s at once. It’s getting into your brain! Hahahaha!”

“My mp3’s are not demonic!”, he answered, he stood back up and returned quickly into his apartment unit.

 

***To be continued***