guns & roses
Friday, July 14, 2006

beautifuL disasteR'


I hereby dedicate this composition to Natsuki Takaya, in the category Fan Fics-Fruits Basket, to Hatty ( Hatori ) and Kana. ( grins )

The wind blew harshly and made me shiver in the hard, cold cell. A light flickered on and off, as if mocking me into despair. I could not help but recall the painful memories of the past… …

It was five in the afternoon and the street was deserted. Thoughts and emotions churned relentlessly in my mind as I forced myself to think straight. I decided it was for the best and it was too late to turn back now. Remembering the cheerful expression on her face, despite having to face another tiring and hard day struggling to feed the family filled me with a new resolve. I could not let Kana and the children down… … I must fulfil my duty as a father, no matter what it takes.

Clutching a gun concealed in the folds of my jacket and lifting a briefcase, I made my way to the bank. What happened next was in a flash, as my mind whirled while I stuffed handfuls of cash into the briefcase. A voice was screaming at me: Stop! Give up! You know this is wrong! but I shut that voice out. A tear rolled down my cheek. In that moment of weakness, somebody activated the emergency switch.

Pointing a gun in front of me, I dashed out into the street and ran as fast as I could. Two brave men were attempting to capture me and they were gaining speed fast. Just then, a screech of tyres on gravel startled me. A little boy with a checkered shirt and plaid shorts was on a bicycle, staring innocently at the scene. Desperate to get past him and unsure of what to do, I raised my gun. Suddenly everything was happening in slow motion, as though time was standing still. I closed my eyes tight and aimed. The bang that erupted from the gun seemed like miles away as I tore myself from the scene and ran.

I could not take it when the wailing of sirens screeched louder as the police cars approached. Slumping on the ground in a picture of defeat, I did not even resist when the police officers cuffed me and shoved me into a car.

I wept bitterly as I had done many times before whenever I recounted the incident. A metallic clang resounded as the door was unlocked and a security guard stepped in. “You are free to go. Any items that were taken shall be returned to you. “My head was bowed as I shuffled out of the cell, finally, after twelve years, into daylight. I noticed a figure grasping the hands of two children as they trailed behind her walking slowly towards me, then hesitantly, halted. Overcome with grief, I hugged her and apologised. She did not turn away but stood there limply. I realised that I could never repay her trust and pleaded with her to forgive me. Kana’s piercing blue eyes looked the same as ever as the touched my hand. We walked home, a place I had almost forgotten.

Being a father means more than supporting the family; it is to set a good example, and love them with all your heart while making the right choices. My only wish is to do my duty right this time and become a changed person. I regret making that mistake and vow to make it up to my wife and children.


(567 words)

And I name this piece: Beautiful Disaster.

10:25 PM



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