Written by the Moon

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or any events actual is purely coincidental. Plagiarism is a crime! Do not copy, distribute, publish, modify or display! Please obtain permission. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the colors of orange exploded throughout the sky, the tiny moon peeked its way to replace the burning sun. The early evening breeze brushed through my long dress. My dress danced magnificently to the flow of the wind. I closed my eyes and all of those happy and painful memories filled my empty mind. A lone tear fell that made me confused. My brows furrowed. Flashes of sceneries started to slip through my mind. I felt my head throb in pain when foreign yet familiar voices echoed throughout my mind. I groaned when it didn’t stop. With my hands holding my head, holding to my sanity, I grabbed a portion of my hair. It’s painful but I’ve been here before. So many times. Those memories we’re void and blurry. It felt familiar in my heart but it was never acknowledged by my mind. It was always lingering, making my heartache and at the same time at ease. A continuous phase every time the moon invaded the peaceful night sky, my quiet heart. I shut my eyes tightly. Afraid of opening it and witnessing the moon. I don’t understand. And I think I will never understand. I hugged myself when the cold breeze hit my pale skin. It’s cold. I’ve grown tired of this life! The memories slipped back again. Another betraying tear fell. My lips shivered when the flashbacks never ended. All full of blurry scenarios and photos. It’s not clear and it’s making me mad! “AAAAHHHH!” I screamed my lungs out hoping those haunting voices and blurry pictures would vanish. I had the courage to open my eyes and it landed on the river in front of me. My eyes met with the moon’s reflection on the river. My body shivered. This gigantic white being won’t leave me alone! No matter where I look! The moon will always be there! I ran to the nearest cave. It’s my only way of escaping this deathlike phase. How pitiful could I be? Here, it’s dark and no moon and stars. The screeching of the bats and the silent crawling of the insects are the only thing I can feel and hear. I can bear with this rather than keeping those stupid hallucinations! It doesn’t even feel like one! Might be weird as I say it but the cave gave me peace when the moon couldn’t. The echoes of the dark gave me meditation when the moon couldn’t heal my unknown wounds. I sat on a large rock hugging my knees. I’m alone. There’s no one here but me. I have explored this place but to no avail. It’s been five years since I woke up here. It’s lonely and suffocating when in fact, I have everything here to breathe and relax. No noise and disturbance. But it felt like it is the one that I need right now. I have no idea what’s going on in this world. Am I the last creature that survived a war? Was there an explosion and am I the only one who could survive? The dreams I had told me that there is more to this world. That there are more people! Every night, I stay in this cave. Avoiding a piece of celestial being in this world. I hated the moon. My body will always shiver seeing it conquer the sky. I don’t have any plans on going outside but my stomach grumbled. I pursed my lips. I sighed as I let myself set foot outside the cave. I lowered my head, afraid of seeing the moon. In my bare feet, I walked to the closest tree with fruits. It’s my only way of survival. I raised my head but my eyes remained on the ground. I am never risking on letting my eyes witness the moon! It’s like my eyes are an open window to my heart. My palms tried to reach on a mango. I bit my lip when I realized that I can’t reach it. I tried jumping with my closed eyes but no matter what I do I just couldn’t! I give up. Doesn’t matter anyway. There have also been nights that I couldn’t eat. This is not the first time. So, I should just wait for the sun to rise tomorrow. I was about to go back to the cave when my tummy grumbled in hunger again. I sighed and got back to the mango tree. Still not raising my head. “You know, it would be helpful if you stop grumbling.” Pertaining to my stomach. Since there’s no one to actually talk to here, at times I kill boredom by talking to myself. It felt weird but it comforted me. I comforted myself. I tried jumping again. Reaching for the mango. The tiny rocks hitting with my bare feet made me winced. I never complained despite the pain. It could never compare to the pain my dreams and memories give me every day and night. I jumped and jumped. I stopped when I saw blood on the ground. And there I realized, my foot is bleeding! My face twitched when I tried to walk with it. I groaned when I stepped on a spiky rock. I glanced at my foot’s new scar. And yes, it’s not my first scar here. I rested my back at the mango tree. This time, I bravely watched the moon shine brightly tonight. My chest felt like its loosing air. It felt so tight that it’s almost hard to breathe. “Why? I can’t breathe... why am I suffering? What did I ever do to you?” I breathily said the last words as I almost forgot to breathe. I raised my hand, hoping I could touch the merciless moon. Wishing it could take away all the pain I am carrying. My foot continued to bleed. I breathed heavily. My body weakened. I tried to stood up and ignore the moon but all my energy is gone. My hand that was just resting on my lap lost its consciousness and it fell off from my lap. I watched my body lose its essence. It’s getting harder for me to grasp air now. I glanced at the moon when my tears fell. “J-just what did I do to you?” My voice broke in a miserable tone. “I want t-this to s-stop. I don’t w-want this pain.” My tears never stopped falling from my eyes. My heart felt a silent stab. And then it contracted that I winced in so much pain. I tried to hold on to something but my body has lost its life. The loud beat of my heart exploded right through my ear. This might be my end. Even though I knew, from the very beginning the moment I opened my eyes in this world five years ago, I knew this is death. The pristine river, magnificent moon, glorious sun, tall trees, the rainbow of flowers, and the fresh breeze of wind was never paradise to me. This is punishment and I have never wished to myself to die until I came here. As if I would even remember what happened to me before. “H-h-help...” a voice barely came out. But even in this dying moment, I still wished to live. And I never understand that. What is there to live when all I could do here is to torture myself every day? What is there to live when I am alone? When I have no purpose at all?! My eyelids started to feel so heavy. My tears continuously fell as if there was ever a race to win. I know deep inside I deserve to rest in peace for once! My body felt cold and all I could feel was the slow agony the moon gave me. “My child, there is something to live for when your heart is constantly beating for the moon.” The moon whispered as I closed my eyes to sleep... or death. To be continued…