Keep in mind that English is my second language, and this is the first "story" I've written. I've been living in Canada for only four years, so I know my English isn't the best :P Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy this!
The boy in the bright blue jeans crawls into a corner of his empty room. With no energy left in his body, he sits down and leans against the wall. Sitting is his only option; hes way too weak to stand on his feet. He would fall in a matter of seconds, like a tree sapling breaking in half with the slightest breeze. He feels a cold wind gently whipping his skin. His fragile body begins to shiver and his rotten teeth begin to chatter. Where is the wind coming from? The boy doesnt know; the boy doesnt care.
Nevertheless, he looks around his room. Has the room always been this empty? the boy thinks to himself. The boy knows, but he still doesnt care. His room has always been empty, and it will never be filled with love or laughter. Love is an unknown concept to him, and there are no clowns in his dark, cubical cell to goof around and make him giggle; there are no stand-up comedians to make him laugh with their crude humour; there are no femme fatales sitting beside him, seducing him, caressing him, and making him happy and warm inside. In his empty cell, theres no space for comedy or romance, but theres plenty of room for darkness.
Suddenly, he gets this funny idea, the type that initiates laughter within him. He decides to think of the room as a person, a person who has no purpose in life, a person who doesnt know where to go, a person whos empty inside, a hollow man wondering around, laughing like a maniac, banging his head against walls, a maniac with no destination. The thought that was supposed to make him laugh begins to scare him. Is he terrified of the laughing maniac? Or of the walls that stretch from the bottom of the floor to the ceiling of his empty cell? The boy doesnt know, but this time he cares. He thinks for a few seconds, and the answer comes to him almost immediately: it is impossible to be terrified of the laughing maniac. The boy feels sorry for him and he sympathizes with him. Theres even a hint of jealousy, for at least the maniac has a REASON to be upset, and has the FREEDOM to wonder around aimlessly and bang his head against walls, unlike the boy who has been locked up in a cage for as far as he can remember.
The boy in the bright blue jeans isnt scared of the laughing maniac.
That leaves him with only one option: the walls. Yes, the walls! He has been surrounded by these walls, these concrete objects that constantly remind him of his misfortune and misery, these walls that resemble his dark past and twisted memories, memories that hes unable to recall. Even when he tries to remember, only vague images come to mind: the image of himself lying in bed beside a fat naked boy; the image of a corpse hanging from the ceiling, dangling from left to right; the image of a middle-aged man with grey hair punching him in the ear; the image of a woman, curled up in a ball, sobbing heavily in a corner; the image of a brunette girl with pale blue eyes, talking to him, telling him all her secrets. The boy in the bright blue jeans wants to forget the unpleasant images. He doesnt know why he remembers them. He doesnt know why theyre on his mind, he simply wants to forget.
Dazed and confused, the boy in the bright blue jeans closes his eyes and falls asleep.
He feels sorry for the laughing maniac, but hes terrified of the walls.
A naked girl is standing not too far away from him.
His heart begins to pound in his chest. What color are her eyes? the boy thinks to himself.
She takes a step towards him.
The boy can barely contain his excitement! What could the color of her eyes be?! He will find out soon enough.
The girl takes a few more steps until shes finally standing three inches away from the boy. She puts the palm of her right hand on the boys chest. Suddenly, the boy realizes that hes barechested, but he could care less. He wants to take the girls arm, pull her even closer, and stare into her eyes. The boy is scared to do so at first, but eventually, desire defeats fear in a fast yet fierce battle, and the boy gains the courage to take the girls hand. With a sudden jerk of his right arm (no time for being gentle), he pulls the girl closer. Startled by this sudden motion, she stands still and refuses to look him in the eye. But the boy gently caresses her soft skin, and she feels at ease. Then, she gently kisses the boys neck, and slowly presses her breasts against his chest. Finally, she looks up, smiles, and stares into his eyes.
The boy is somewhere else; another world, another planet, another universe. Somewhere were human beings cannot reach him or talk to him, somewhere where time stops and incomprehensible things happen, somewhere were planets stop turning and words have no meanings. A world where the melody of silence is the only sound you can hear and you never have to concern yourself with the triviality of words. The boy is happy. He wants to stay in this world forever. He wants to stare into her eyes for eternity, for those pale blue eyes led him to discover this magnificent land that no human being knows of. But the boy knows that good things never last.
The girl blinks, and with that, the boy is back to the dull world of humans. He looks around and realizes that theyre standing in a desert. To his left, he sees the remnants of what once used to be a tall building (or maybe multiple tall buildings, he cant recall). To his right, theres a withered tree, and a crow sits silently on one of its branches. Above, the desert sky is grey and clear, yet the sun is nowhere to be seen. The girl still has a smile on her face, and her eyes are still fixed on his. The boy wants to lose himself in the depths of her pale blue eyes again, but the shrill scream of a woman startles him. He loses focus and tries to find the source of that horrid sound. It is coming from every direction now: south, north, east, and west. Suddenly, flames begin to consume the withered tree, yet the crow remains silent and refuses to fly away. The girl manages to keep her smile while the world around burns to the ground. The remnants of the buildings scorch up in flames, and the naked girl keeps on smiling. Tears well up in her eyes and her hands begin to shake, yet her smile does not fade away. There she stands, in the midst of the sweltering flames, smiling, holding his hands, and gazing into his eyes. With a sudden movement, she stands on her toes, lifts herself up and brings her mouth closer to his ears, and whispers, Admit it, you are lost. You do not know your place in this world. You could easily turn around and run away. Behind you, theres a door, and behind that door, heaven awaits you. Theres a beautiful garden, the sky is blue, birds are singing, and life is much more beautiful. Run away and save yourself. I do not want you to burn with me. Then, she returns to her previous position. She is not smiling anymore, but there are still tears in her eyes. The boys ears are filled with strident screams, his mind is occupied with conflicting thoughts, yet his body is stuck in place. Should he leave or should he stay? The boy knows what to do right away: he bends down and kisses the naked girl on the lips.
Thus the boy stays, and when he looks into her eyes, nothing matters anymore: destinations, goals, purpose of life, emotions, and even life itself become nothing but trivialities. He sees truth in her eyes, feels passion in her smile, and senses honesty in her words. Captivated by her beauty and mesmerized by her pale blue eyes, the boy follows his heart. He leaves his past behind him and pays no attention to the future, for present is treating him so kindly. This is where he truly belongs, in the midst of these flames. He holds the naked girl in his arms, and they keep each other close, until everything is engulfed by fire.
The boy in the bright blue jeans opens his eyes. He is back in his cell, but something feels different. He has a strong urge to stand, and he feels the flow of energy in his legs. After a little bit of a struggle, he manages to stand on his feet. He smiles. The image of the brunette girl with pale blue is the only part of his fragmented past that he cherishes. Gradually, she takes over the boys mind; the middle - aged man with grey hair, the fat naked boy, the dangling corpse, and the crying woman all begin to fade away. What remains is the image of the girl with pale blue eyes. The boy remembers holding her in his arms, kissing her lips, whispering words in her ears. He remembers how he used to caress her soft skin and stroke her hair, and he remembers how much he used to care about her. A tear rolls down his cheek. He wishes that he could hold her in his arms one last time, and tell her that if the whole world was on fire, he would stay by her side to protect her from the flames. Even if he could not protect her from the flames, he would burn with her. He sighs and thinks to himself that present isnt so kind to him anymore. It is his past that comes to rescue him in his hour of darkness: the image of the girl with pale blue eyes, a piece of his distorted memories.
The boy in the bright blue jeans is happy. He closes his eyes and falls asleep with a smile on his face.