never.a.boring.story

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like any normal rainy days accompanied by gloomy clouds, she'd sit

by the window pains n take out her sketch book,listening to her favourite lovesongs. nickelback was on top,definitely,for her list of heartbreak and emo songs.and she was humming along,messing with the earplug cord around her fingers and occasionally stopping to see the raindrops falling to the ground.

she didnt know what exactly she was sketching but her hands were making a rough outline of a squarish mandible.a prominent edged cheek,that would definitely be a man.slowly filling in the facial details, she scrutinized over every inch.demanding perfection in every single stroke.it was not some kinda art project or anything,but something inside her tells her that she needed to make the best possible.

she never felt the urge and push like this before but her adrenaline was flowing and she had to continue.she became more determinant and forced her pencil harder against the paper, almost like theres no tomorrow.the force in her fingers were too strong causing grooves on the paper,from pressing the lead to hard.finally was the eyes.she always drew eyes first in any portrait,cuz frm her perspective the eyes are the window to ones' soul.and everytime she sketches,the eyes would have to come first for her to 'feel' and complete her subject.but this time round,the eyes came last.

it was like,some sort of escapism.or maybe like,saving the best part for last.

as she began sketching the outline, a pair of drowzy-like eyes appeared.they were lazy and half open.and somewhat familiar.like..a pair that she had once crossed eyes with.a pair of eyes that she has seen through,right into the soul.

she rubbed of the rough lines and neatened the outline of her subject.her pencil dropped to the table almost instantly as she slowly recognized the portrait she was so keened and drawing.shiver and chills down her spine but she clenched her fist right on the table.as if to counter all the hatred and pain that suddenly resurfaced within her.she was shaking,real hard.

the portrait lied dead on the table.she dare not touch it as the resemblance was impeccable.she was slightly quivering,angry a bit of why it was that person that she happened to draw. the person who once brought her happiness. who once showed her how to love. and also the person who made her suffer in pain and hatred. that person, who because of him she found hard to trust not only herself,but everyone around her too. that person,who she chose to cut out from her memory,but somehow failed. she felt like screaming out and tearing the paper to pieces but realising it would be useless,she slowly unclenched her fist.

the shutters suddenly opened wide due to the strong winds,and to her avail, the sketch flew away with the wind,before she could even have a chance to grasp the paper in her hands. and so with that,gone was all the memories,all the flashbacks of the past, all the emotions that almost began to drown her deep.all flew away with the wind,hustling through the rain.bittersweet it was.seeing the paper fly far away fading in vicinity, she muttered under her breath; 'i hope you're doing fine out there without me.cause i,am doing so good without you'

Slowly,she regained conciousness.she mentally deciphered that the sound gushing through her ears were that of strong wind and leaves rumbling.the sound of civilization was a distant away.her eyes hurt,and were glued tight together,as if her soul had been wandering around and had left her body for so long.eventhough her lids wer shut,she could feel the glare of the warm sum on her eyes.mustering all the strength she had and whats left within her,she squinted and tried hard to open her eyes.

she awoke to an unfamiliar surrounding.it felt more of being like in a different universe.the view outside the widely open window pane seems so alien to her.she was aware that she was draped in a piece of blue cloth.numerous catheters were connected to her hand.she saw drips that were meant to run through her veins.she could feel foreign things attached to her chest.The colorful wires intertwined from the machine by her bedside connected to various spots in her head.she had a good look again at her hand,the one laying lifelessly on her side.it startled her,becauze the two deep punctures had her instincts telling her that the severed part did not belong to her.the pain stung up to her spine.she noticed that the punctures were only the beginning as the rest of the wounds were covered by layers and layers of bandages.

her breath was heavy.in sync with the pain she feels in evry inch of her movement,every blink of an eye.

a tall figure appeared from the distance, walked in and stood by her bedside.it was hard not to notice the woman's smile as it radiated warmth across the whole room.it was like she was sent from the heavens, with porcelain fair skin, delicate soft eyes and a touch that feels like it can cure a thousand injured soldiers at war.she didnt say anything but just stood close by the bedside.

she felt a little intimidated,fear of what this woman will do to her.she was a stranger.in fact everyone, and everything she could see around her,all were nothing that her mind could recognise. theres a deep want in her,to reach out to the woman, because at one glance she seemed so familiar.probably someone she'd known her whole life. her stare was fixed on the perfect face beside her. she felt like she was about to recall something, but inside her head, all the images were blurred,all the information and memories were like bright spots.you know its there,you can see it,but theres just no meaning.at this point, she felt like the only part of her that still existed in her body and what was remained was only her soul.with a thousand of questions she herself could not answer.

'Who are you?' were the three words she managed to utter to the stranger who stood beside her.And it was those three words that changed the facial beauty she just saw, into a total opposite expression.'You dont know me?' the stranger said aghast,that even her melodious voice seemed to sound broken.Followed by a shrug, she again asked, 'who are you?'

-26012011,23:44