Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Phase I

[First attempt at a new genre, and a new writing style. It's gonna be short, less than 2000 words or so, and split into two parts. Not sure if this is gonna go well though.]


Phase I

Lionel I
What is this place? Such filthy wet areas I felt, I loathe. These, stuffs, slimy stuffs, what are these? Great, I just realized I’m in such a congested environment. So, what should I do now? Can I get out of here? I really don’t know. I just hate this place, and I don’t know why, because without this place there would be no me. I cannot escape without taking my own life. I feel so restricted, but I really just hate this place.

Right in front of me is… Well, the colour black. I hate black, as I really hate black so much I wish it would just vanquish. Why is my whole world black? I really don’t like it, but I cannot do anything now, as I cannot do anything. Nothing, as I am currently a useless being. I hate being useless.

Emilia I
Great, now what should I do? I am in deep shit if anyone knows about it. But what saddened me the most was the one who formerly loved me and no longer currently. I hate him, he’s a bastard. He promised me life but threw me to the ground, stomped me thrice and made my present a horror fest. I really have no idea on what should I do, as my mind is a blank entity, can no longer accept reality. I feel useless, and I hate being useless, because uselessness only proves ineffectiveness in executing tasks. Nevertheless, I have to go on.

I have to struggle my way out.

Well, it isn’t a coincidence that I became heavier hmm?

Lionel II
I feel more stuffed than I ever did. I might burst any second, but I know by doing so, it is not beneficial. I might die. But who cares, my world seems slightly more colourful now, at least compared to before. It is, well, reddish, which is much better than blackish, which I hate. But now I hate red, because red is ugly, uglier than black. Well, I don’t care anyway.

At least I feel a little more, liberated? I am unsure.

Emilia II
I am in a serious state of dilemma right now, and no, I am never a joker no matter how. I need to decide fast, as time waits for no man, or woman, whatever. Shall I proceed with it? Or should I bear responsibility? I am never a responsible person, and if you don’t like it, then back off!

Lionel III
What is this? I could feel the wall in front of me without using my head, but I do not know how I did it. I concentrated, and oh wow, I touched the wall again. It feels… slimy? I really hate slimy stuffs, as I just hate them. And suddenly, I feel my body being rubbed, but I don’t know what it is, other than that the rubbing feeling had I feel somewhere else simultaneously. Weird, my brain could not accept such complicated explanations yet, but this is too intriguing to be ignored.

And after untold time, I came to a conclusion. I rubbed myself using some unknown object.

I think it is called a “hand”…

Emilia III
Enough is enough. I ran out of options. But my parents are against it, they claimed it to be a sinful act, and I will be an extremely sinful person for life. I do not want to be sinful.

I’m just thirteen, what do you expect me to do huh?

Lionel IV
Oh what is this new thingy? It gives the same feeling as my “hand”, but how can we have two “hands”? It is so enigmatic; how we can possess two of the same objects? I never think twice before pushing my “hand” forward, trying to break the wall apart. But the wall isn’t an ordinary wall, or whatever a wall is, it is a little too bouncy. How can a wall be so bouncy? But I enjoy it, so I repeated the action until I satisfy myself.

Emilia IV
Ouch, I feel such excruciating pain in my abdominal area. I know it. It is too late. If I proceed with it, then I shall be a much more sinful person. And I don’t want to be chained down by sins.

I hate him. I really, really hate him. No, not my former lover, he’s history. I hate the one who might result in me taking the role of someone whom I do not want to be.

Mother told me that specific abdominal massages will help me, so I asked father to do so. I feel a little relieved, and much better. But I pity the person that I hate the most, as he must be in crucial pain now.

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