27 January 2013
(authors note : this was originally the start of a short, possibly long book, if you like it please let us know if you want more :) Love R )
It was a Tuesday, I remember that, Is it strange that I remember the date but not your name? I remember you. Your smile, your eyes, the sound of your voice, how it felt when you kissed me or held me, but not your name…
…I wish I knew your name…
…I remember what happened, I'm not supposed to, but I do. Does that mean there's something wrong with me? That I'm broken?
…I feel broken, like there's a part of me missing…
…I was going to get you a cake when it happened, I had just found out that we got the house, remember, the cute little one, painted light blue with old beams in. I remember that. I was going to our café, the one on the corner of 59th street; I was going to get us a cake. That was our thing, cakes, that's how we broke news to each other, have it written on the cake. Did you know they delivered? I wonder if you still got it? I wonder how you felt when you read the card. I can't remember what I put, but I know it was important…
…It happened when I was walking home, I can't remember it very well, they do that, they make you forget, I think they think they're being merciful, but they're not, they take away what is rightfully yours. So why do I remember?
…You know how it happened, but I feel that I still have to put it down, that I have to write it, because if I don't, then it won't be real, just a fuzzy memory, and memories can easily be lost…
…There was a little boy on the road, he look like the one that we dreamed of having, he had blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes and he was reaching for something, a butterfly, a beautiful blue butterfly…
…I realise now that it was a trick. That it was never the true hand of god, but then, when It was happening, You have to understand that I couldn't let him die…
…No one was helping him you see, they all watched and gasped, but no one helped, he did that, he got into their minds, he does that, they all do that, makes you do things, makes you think things…
…Don't get me wrong I saw the car, I knew It was going to happen, I knew how it was going to end, it was like reading a book then skipping to the last page but reading the story anyway…
…So I ran…
…I was wearing those shoes you got me for my 19th birthday, the ones I loved; you always said they were going to be the death of me…
…I guess you were right…
…because as I picked him up the heel snapped…
…It was the only time I felt helpless…
…I could hear the car getting closer, but I couldn't move, I'm still not sure if it was because my ankle was broken or I was paralysed out of fear…
…and then the world went into one of those, slow crystallising moments, I could see people snapping out of there trance, moving slowly towards me, I could see the car slowly getting closer, the only thing that didn't change was me…
…and the child…
…The way he looked at me, it was strange, it was as if he could see though me, as if he could see my soul…
…I know now that he could…
…"Close your eyes" I Whispered…
…He did...
…The world returned to normal…
…and the car hit me…
Broken Pieces • Opuss № I