22 March, 2010

The Dream

There he saw it. On the news. He couldn't believe the words coming out of the lips of the news reader.

It said "The end of the world, is at our door step"

He was shocked. Too shocked to the point of disbelief. He hadn't even started to lead his life the way he wanted to. But there it was, reality smacking him right in the face with no sense of guilt.

He thought of things he wanted to do. He thought of things he wanted to say. He thought of the people he wanted to ask for forgiveness. But mostly, he thought of his loved ones.

He asked himself "Do I have enough time?"

He regretted the acts he had done in the past but there was no cure to it anymore. The only way was to forget the past and move on. Do what he can while time allowed it to. This time, time will kill.

"Only a few days left. Only a few days left? Only a few..days..left", He muttered.

He couldn't help the tears from rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't help that his chest felt so heavy and that it started to become harder and harder to breathe.

With eyes blood shot from the uncontrollable tears, he said, "It doesn't matter. What matters most now is how I spend the last few days of my life"

He wanted to spend his time with people he loved. His family, his closest friends and of course, his childhood sweetheart which he never had the chance to tell her how he felt.

"It's time", He thought.

It was time to let out all of his feelings. No matter what were the consequences. He didn't care anymore. He wanted to die without any regrets. He wanted her to know.

For the next few days he spent his time exactly as he planned. Calling up his friends and getting together for a few drinks just to talk about old times. They cried, they did. But there was no use of crying anymore. They knew, but they just couldn't hold it back. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, tears and knowing that this are the best a company can get.

"To us and that we may meet again either in the next life or the afterlife. Since we're all going to hell, the first one there saves seats for all of us!", said Syaz, one of his best friends and the others agreed by cheering and shouting.

As another day had passed, there was only two days left for the world to live. Two more days for a list full of things to do for him.

"Dante?", said a familiar voice to him.

It was his mother, how beautiful she was that day and that she had always been the most beautiful woman in his life. Somebody that he love unconditionally.

"Yes mum?", he replied faintly.

"As my last wish my son, I want you to spend tomorrow with her. Go and tell her how you feel. Tell her everything. I want you to be at peace with yourself before you leave this world", his mother said with much honesty.


Before he could say anything to defend himself, his mother cut in and hammered the nail down, "No buts. You have spent enough time with us and we are satisfied. You have spent enough time with your friends as well. Now all you need to be complete, is her"

He could only look at his mother and smile. She knew him so well. This is what we youngsters never realize, our parents know what's going on with us. They know. Just like how Dante's mother did.

It was night and as he slowly crept downstairs to ask forgiveness from his father.

He whispered in his heart,"I love my father, for all his good and bad"

He hugged him and told him that eventhough he always scolded him, threw his emotions around, do the most unreasonable things, he loved him no matter what and that he was grateful for the life he had given him.
He wouldn't have another father even if God gave him a million others to choose from. It would still be him. No one else.

They both cried. For they both knew that they were forgiven. Forgiven and forever loved as father and son.

As the moon reached the highest of its points. Dante went up to his brothers room.

He said to Damien, "I don't have to say anything dude. You know that you are the best brother anyone could ask for. You know that if I could stop this world from ending with my life, I would, just so that you could live on. There are no words that that could tear us apart. There is nothing that can take our bond away. Not here and definitely not in hell. Cuz we're gonna take over that place. Together as brothers"

It was true. Their brotherhood surpassed any normal brotherhood. They were best of friends. They were twins. They were brothers.

They then shook hands and for their last night together in this body. They jammed together. Rocking the house.

And as the next day, the final day came to be...


NanaKing.BananaBoatMan said...

see that's the thing man. Deaths and endings always seem to bring the best in people. People only say the best of things during funerals, why not earlier? We give in, we only say the words we're supposed to say when the people are gone, or when we are leaving. Question is, why the hell rite? So that one doesnt have to live on with the consequences of being completely honest? We are all not honest, including me, haha

A Melody and A Lyric said...

Yeah man. That's why. But people sometimes can't accept what is going to be said to them. It might not turn out to be the way we want it. Let's say I wanna tell you something and I tell you. But then I might lose you as a friend because of what I tell you. So its fucked up la dude. We can only be honest at time is against us.