Daisy

Saturday, October 20

Not good. The light in Aaron's eyes has been put out. No, not good. Please no. I can't. I can't.

"Aaron...James... Live... Please. Please? Please" Salt crystallises on my lips. Tears flow like a river. Flowed into the ocean. Joining the vast seas. I want to save them. I need to save them. I have to save them. I am running again. Running and running, running and running. Stumbling in the dark, cold woods. Thunder and lightning. Tears mix with rain until I don't know if I am still crying. He's right there! RIGHT THERE! Both of them are! Right in front of me!

"JAMES, AARON!" They both turn around. I'm staring into their empty corridors. They turn back and continue walking forward, as if they don't hear me. As if it doesn't matter to them at all. That can't be right. That can't be right. They'll never leave me behind like this. Never. Would they?

"No! Come back!" I wail with all my might, hoping that my voice would get through to them. That they would hear me. The black mist with glowing red eyes starts choking both of them. Grasping both of them. They are both struggling, their feet dangling and kicking violently. Then they go limp. They slowly start to fade away..

"NO!" I trip, falling onto the ground. My shirt is now splattered with mud. "No!!" I vociferate. No! They swirl into a black hole, and vanish with the monster. The monster looks at me. They...are...mine.

No! No...Hot tears burn my cheeks. I gag on my tears. I slam my fist into the mud, and slam it again and again and again. No...They were right there! Why...why...

So why?... Why...

Why can't I save them?

My body moves on its own. Before I know it, I'm sobbing uncontrollably, head buried in both of their shoulders. My knuckles turn white, hand clamped shut on their arms. I don't...I don't want them to die...

Aaron

This girl... At this point, I am convinced that she can read minds. Her hands are practically pincers. Clinging on. Refusing to let go. Refusing to let either of us go. We're already falling. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Yet, and yet, she still jumps in after us. Crying out to us. Arm outstretched.

James

Asking us to grab hold. Suddenly there's the tiny, tiniest flicker of light. A small spot. A small speck. In the pitch dark world. We start stumbling, falling, feeling around blindly. Following that little white speck. We stop. All standing in a circle. Light...gone. We can't see one another. Can't hear one another. But we all stood still. Aware of one another's presence. Feeling the presence of the others. Closing our eyes. Standing in the loud silence. A single tear escapes. Soon enough, all three of us are creating a river. Kneeling on the floor, arms supporting one another. Yes, we were still in the dark. The dark, blacker than the night. The dark, without a trace of light. But for once,

For once,

We are not alone

Aaron

We are not alone

Daisy

We are not alone

. . .

All of us sat in the room. In silence.

There are a few kinds of silence. The first one, the kind where it was a peaceful silence. One where you were merely basking and enjoying the moment. One where you would feel like you did not have a care in the world. Where you would just relish the peace. The second type is the awkward silence. Where you would have no idea what the hell to say or to do to the person right next to you. Even though you want to talk to them.You wouldn't be comfortable enough with them to have the first kind of silence. The third silence is one of deep understanding. It hovers in the air. All of us need not say a single word. Yet, there are emotions. Sadness. Helplessness. Fear. Anger. These emotions...we can feel them all.

We can feel the words unsaid, the words unspoken. Everything we kept inside for a long while with us, everything we had carried as our baggage over the past two years, if you were there with us, listening, you would have heard it all.

The silence speaks a thousand words without saying anything at all. We sit down, in the silence, with the silence. It creates sparks, illuminating the room. Connecting our hearts together. The broken hearts clear as glass. As we sit there, we all think the same thing.

Aaron

I want to save them

James

I want to help them

Daisy

I want to rescue them

. . .

We continue to sit in that silence for a long while, and I don't want to leave. But my phone screen starts vibrating, calling for my attention.

Contact Name: Robert Low

The moment I see who is contacting me, my legs start to move, and so do my arms. Before I know it my bag is packed, and I am up. Both of them are staring at me. 'Don't go,' their eyes are practically screaming. So I have to choose. Between them or her. Then I decide she needs me more than them. And they need to sort things out. They are siblings after all. Siblings. My heart aches the minute I think about that word.

"See you," I reply to their eyes, and exit the room.