GODS GAME

Mischief Of God

In this world that I barely seek to have any name of mine, it’s just
bliss to even have a dream to be success in this life of mine as I
already know my future that holds, sigh a boy while speaking the
word of an old man who has already lived his life in nothingness,
mere words with no meaning were coming from a mere boy.
The rain outside was quiet and warmly satisfying to hear, dim light
and a gust of cold wind came flowing through a window. Wind
was cold enough to shiver him down his spine but he barely
showed any expression, As here lies the boy’s cold body under a
blue moon that was gazing at him from the window.
Huh, What the hell, where am I. Why can’t I open my eyes? what
it must be a dream. I was sleepy maybe that’s why ………….
Time went by as he wished to open his eyes but nothing
happened. Then he said what is this why can’t I open my eye’s;
he tries his hard to figure it out he moves around and tries to
scream and he pokes his own eye and finds that his eyes where
open all this time.
What! did I become blind? what is the darkness, is this some kind
of illusionary dream that all those people in the internet where
crazy about.
Moments and moments passed by there was nothing but pitched
black darkness and dead silent while his body felt like it was
floating midair.
What is this, what is happening, please someone wake me up,
please get me out of here.
As the hours and hours pass by his despair of eternal solitude
clouded his mind and his body felt hollow as if there was no
meaning in moving in this nothingness of space.
Time passed like a minute as he slept and wakes up again to find
himself in pitched darkness of nothingness, he became desperate
and tried everything in his power to move and do something in
this place as he tries to shake his hands as fast as he can, at last
he quits after an hour of meaningless struggle.
WHY WHY WHY WHY W-H—Y W---H—Y, the pain of his
struggle being useless lefts him in tears, as he questions the
reason to himself why is nothing happening … the scream and
cries of his struggle goes in this nothingness of eternal solitude
and nothing happens. Twenty-four hours passes by as he feels it
has been weeks since he was trapped in this darkness.
He notices himself as he didn’t feel any hunger. He questioned
himself, Am I not hungry cause I haven’t done any moment so my
body hasn’t used my foods total energy? Little did he knew that
it’s just the beginning of the mischief that God did to him.
Ah-h, how many days has passed. He lost count of time and idea
of anything that is going around him.
One little ship running cross the wooden bridge, two little ship
running cross the wooden bridge, three little ship running cross
the wooden bridge, thr-… little- ... -ship run-……-ing cross the
wooden bridge four-…………. liitle shi-…. running cross the
wooden bri--…, seventy eight million five hundred thirty two
thousand seven hundred fourt six ship runn---ing cross ----the
woo-den bridge ... HAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHHAAAA HA HA HA
H-A I die I live I die I live I die I live I live I die….
Time was meaningless to count for him as every second felt like
eternity.5 days passed by, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS
WORLD WHAT IS GOING ON THE CURSED WORLD WHY AM
STUCK IN THIS PLACE… SOMEONE, ANYONE, PLEASE
TAKE ME OUT OF HERE, OH maybe my mom and dad ---- ah,
they died, didn’t they? Ohh, our government officer, yes that’s
right they must be here, HELLOOO!!!!! HELLLLOOO!! HELLOO!
IS SOMEBODY THERE, HELLO HEL---……. is some-one th---
ere h—el-lo Pleaase somebody anybody please help me I am stu-
ck.
Darkness clouded his mind as the despair were making his
consciousness fade, but a strong will of the boy to live made his
brain not lose the small amount of faith that he lingered not to
fade.
He starts to recall the memory he had of his life and sees himself
in his thought that he never lived his house and had no friends to
remember, he didn’t talk a lot. Quiet and intelligent enough to be
capable of being independent was all he got. All he could think of
the warmth of his mom hands and his sister’s cute fingers. He
could only thing about the accident of his sister, he could clearly
see the blood on the road and the cold blood of his sister on his
face. The accident that imprinted in his mind flashes as he feels
the despair of solitude. His tears don’t stop falling and the
disparity of his sister’s death steps in. When he starts to think
about the accident he says, Ah was my fault wasn’t it for the
accident to happen… Why was I such a child? why? WHY?
WHY? WHY? ……….as he starts to blame himself for her death,
oh didn’t I kill my mom too? If only I wasn’t born my mom would
have been alive with my sister playing with themselves in the park
that my sister loved to visit… Ahh my dad MY DAD also died
because me, didn’t he...? If only we didn’t fight that day, If only IF
- ...ONLY. I… DIDN’T EXISTED.
As he cries till his tears dry. All he could think of was the despair
he felt from the darkness and the hollow body he had.
Ah ha. There was once a girl, in our class she was more of punk
type of girl. I always thought of her as a street gang girl. Haha her
way of speaking was so arrogant. Man, she was she strong I
couldn’t even compete her in arm wrestling. Well, what can I do
she made me go everywhere with her she was so damn
demanding I spent so much on her, well basically i didn’t ever
wanted to spend so much of my saved money on such a girl, she
made me like bread shuttle. Ahh, I hate her so much that bitch
was damn annoying. Well, she was quite hot but well whatever I
don’t want to remember her. Umm oh yeah, she also slipped and
fall in the dustbin and I picked her up, didn’t I? she was so stupid
in studying I had to tech her mid school math... Hahha Idiot
arrogant girl. She makes me laugh that I want to die of laughing.
Ahh, she gave me her account name. she was so idiot that I
couldn’t even open the god damn phone password...HAha man I
feel like her baby sitter, well at least she makes a decent food.
And she was so lazy to even get up from her bed, then it was so
annoying that she takes so much time on toilet. She was disaster
of my peace life. Well, she did teach me to cook… Ahh and she
speaks in her sleep hahaha it was so funny to think that someone
can be locked on the toilet HAHAhaha. Why was she cute when
she gets angry. Trust me man she was the cutest thing ever I
wished I could stretch her check forever. And kiss her finger as it
was so cute like my sister. Ah she died. That’s not fair
…NOOOOO! THAT’S NOT FAIR AT ALL …… ATLEAST YOU
SHOULD HAVE LISTENED WHAT I WANTED TO SAY…… i
love you…… you bitch, I said I love you so stay with me tonight
don’t live me I am lonely…. If only I could have said it. Yeah its
my fault she died.