|Valentine (standard:drama, 1319 words)|
|Author: Freya Griffin||Added: May 10 2005||Views/Reads: 1865/1118||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A Valentine thirsty for attention|
Val Drowns Alone again. Val doesn't know why she was always terrified of being alone. She as other knew, was an independent individual. She went about all by herself. Every problems surfacing, she handled by herself. These last couple of years, she even paid for herself. But that's what people knew. What they didn't know, Val was now curled up in the corner of her room. Silently crying for fear of being alone. In a bright afternoon, Rambo took Val out for a walk. Not far, just to a park near her place. It's small, had the tendency to be a junkyard, forgotten by the city maintenance department. But the trees were tall, and although the breeze brought curious odors; a mixture between animal litters, human urine, and decomposing garbage, small flower patches brought peace to her heart. There were green steel benches, planted firmly to the ground with cement. On those benches were sometimes lovers, hoboes or drunken men who got locked out by their wives, kids busy chattering their childish gossips, or mothers waiting for their dogs and/or children running about the park. Rambo and Val sat on an unclaimed bench. Barely sitting down, Val was already perplexed, holding back her tears. Rambo was called because she knew she had to ask someone for help. Rambo was the only one who can help, or at least Val thought so. “Val, we were born to this world alone. When we had died, we would be alone too. Nobody is responsible for one's loneliness but that person themselves,” was his reply upon her story of fear. Perhaps Rambo was wise and Val was being dumb. Maybe he was being dull when she was getting desperate. Maybe it's just his own idiocy. Val was just being too sad. Her fear towards loneliness was bulging up by each passing day. Imagine being marooned at sea, floating in a shark invested water. Sharks love the smell of food. Sharks can sense their prey from miles away. Your toes were just scratched by reefs and were now currently bleeding. The hungry sharks can smell you. There were no passing boat, not even a seagull flew by. You couldn't see dry land and your limbs were tired trying keeping you afloat. As far as the eyes can see there were only salt water and the nauseating blue sky. You can hear the sharks were coming. But then you saw something in the horizon. A speedboat. SOMEONE is coming! And that someone saw you. Not just anybody, but people you knew so well. Brothers, sisters, parents, and even your closest friends. All the people you love were on that speedboat. And they obviously saw you, waving and pointing. But then they just passed you by, waving and pointing. Greet you friendly; as if they didn't realize that they're dry and you're in the water and soon in a couple of minutes, a group of sharks were coming to have you as dinner. You could even see fins by now. You wished those people would turn back, lifted you up to the deck and laughingly say “just kidding”, toweled you dry and shower you with warm love and attention. But it won't happen. And you knew it. This kind of fear is what Val was feeling. Val felt as though she was screaming at the top of her lungs with a broken voice cord, in a claustrophobic room, filled with deaf people. Val was not alone in the corner, but nobody listened. “What? You think people around you don't exist? Your friends? September, Opal and Guthrie, your friends do exist, not just a mere ghost. They are there for you. You're just being selfish, that's all,” Les straightforwardly accused her one Sunday morning when Val was resorting to him. He thought she was being too self-centered. That Val thought everything should evolve around her. He had a long say about that. “You should consider what the others are feeling. There are a lot of people who had bigger problems than you are, and they are fine with it. They don't have any issues. I don't think your problems are much more urgent than not being able to know how to make ends meet like some people I know. You are just being spoiled!” Val felt genuinely guilty. She knew her friends are human and they treat her like how human should treat their friends. They are all kind, treating her with warmth and respect. But somehow Val always felt alone. Like she had been standing outside in a blizzard when she was Click here to read the rest of this story (56 more lines)
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