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21 The Body Snatchers
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The Search for Freedom 22 The First Kiss
I had power from the old man, and I was expecting that nobody could kill me, that I could live forever in this world; I wasn't wrong in my expectations. I didn't feel any pain coming from my body anymore. Not because I was already dead, but because of magic. Magic that helped me and gave me another chance to breathe.My world resumed from turning around, and the fight wasn't finished yet. I pushed myself against the road with my strong arms and slowly stood up. I slightly craned my neck and faced the trouble. I jumped, and with all my force, kicked the snatcher's nape, then he tumbled down.What was I thinking when I couldn't control myself once more? The curse might have been aroused. The man wanted to stand up after being knocked down, but he could not raise himself. He crawled on the rough road. My feet cautiously followed him until they kicked the merciless man who could not even show mercy to himself. He ricocheted against the wall and totally met his smiling death. His head crac
The Search for Freedom 23 The New Worker
KailaWhat on earth was I told that there were too many other people, but why me? Was there no other beautiful girl in the world that all the punishments were given to me? After many times that the old woman—who looked like a hag—cheated me, I was afraid that that ugly woman might cheat me again. She was so hateful that she couldn't see the wrong things she did.I would never trust anyone again, especially those boys, because they would only fool me. I would spend my time doing something that could make me happy and make me forget the greatest tragedy that happened. I would not look for those things which I didn't have; instead I would be contented with what I had. I realized that the more I searched for something, the more it became impossible to find.What happened didn't show a bad result from all angles. There were always positive sides to every situation. I didn't need to worry about negotiating with Nick's parents, and I would not think about that boy anymore. Especially since I
The Search for Freedom 24 The Power of Vision
The appearance of a handsome man could not be erased from my mind. The way he kissed my hand, the way he looked at me, and the way he'd smile. Why should I think about that man? What a dimwit I was. How could I fulfill my promise, that I wouldn't trust and be closed to anyone, if I was showing the fragile version of myself again?The same with the glass that was so easily broken and, after being broken, couldn't be repaired again, and the pain I got would stay forever. But I didn't worry too much because if the glass had broken, it could be used for other things. Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me.I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd
The Search for Freedom 25 The Bruises
LilI sprang from my bed and donned my blue slippers. I could feel the warm sunlight entering the small holes in the ceiling. It was the first time I woke up late in the morning. I knew that I would be late to my class that day. I was so exhausted that I slept for more than ten hours, and I could still feel the pain in my abdomen.I grabbed my towel from the line. The door cried out when I opened it. I entered and shut the door, hung my towel on the holder and got naked.I noticed the fist-sized, red bruises on my abdomen and was perplexed as to why they hadn't healed, despite the fact that even a large cut on my hand would normally heal on its own, but why not? Perhaps it wasn't part of my body or anything else about the power that was given to me by the old man. I didn't care about that anymore. What was more important, I was breathing.My awareness became active when the cold water poured down on me. I wasn't sure how I should feel, whether I should be happy or sad because of what
The Search for Freedom 26 The Distinctions
I knew my parents were already doubting something was happening to me, especially that there were many times they saw evidence of that. My mother might have already noticed many weird things. I knew that even though she would not ask me, she could sense that as my mother.How many innocent people do I need to kill? How many people would be bereaved because of me? How many sins do I need to commit before I can be free? I was only lucky that no one was searching for me or who witnessed those crimes.Everyday, I walked the streets back and forth. And though I was sometimes lazy, I could endure anything for my dreams. Every time I saw Teacher Jayne, my tiredness would disappear. Her smile gave me happiness, and her soft voice gave me strength. That might sound un-contemplated, but I wanted to marry her.I sat on the bench under the shade of a huge tree that seemed older than the campus. I didn't know why our principal would not let anyone cut that tree; perhaps a dryad who lived inside. O
The Search for Freedom 27 The Curse's Plan
KailaThe thing was so cool. There were many things I could see, even far away, but it gave me another problem, because I didn't know how to stop myself from seeing those things. How could I focus on what was in front of me if there were too many things bothering me? so unpleasant. What kind of curse was that? My tears were dripping just because of it.I wiped my tears away from my face with the tip of my coat, then I looked back ahead. It was incredible that tears were the only solution to stop the unpleasant thing. My normal vision came back and I could clearly see what was in front of me; the lampposts and the houses ahead.There were huge trees in the grassland near the road. Fruits were hanging on their branches, and I hadn't seen anything like them before. Those fruits might be uneatable and might cause me pain or allergies.In my town, I could only see fruit once a year. I was always eating pork, beef, and junk foods, but it seemed like they didn't have any effect on my health.
The Search for Freedom 28 The Unexpected Death
My feet brought me towards the door of the yellow-and-white painted house, then my right hand knocked on it while the other one held a sharp axe. There were many windows around the house, and drapes that could be seen outside. No garbage, not even a little dirt on the walls, though they were painted with dirt-pursued paint. Having that kind of house was so beautiful, simple, and peaceful, but why did the curse want to break the peace there? Didn't it know that the people there were not doing anything wrong, or maybe it was envious of what I had observed?That was such a merciless curse. I knew it wouldn't show any sympathy because it only had a brain and didn't have a heart. It could kill everyone who was in its way, even a poor child, even a baby who was still inside his mother's stomach. It was sharper than any sword, heavier than any load, hotter than the sun and hell.The owner of the house was probably sleeping at those hours because everything there seemed to be singing a lullab
The Search for Freedom 29 The Power of Hearing
LilI knew if a couple didn't really love each other, there was a high possibility for them to break up. Because even though they were already married, change was constant. There was a big chance that someone's wife would be out of zest when she was with him. That could be a reason for separation. just like what happened to my friend's parents.I was going back home when I saw France Lim. It had been many days since I last saw him. He wasn't going to school anymore, and I didn't know why. I didn't want to make an inference about him, because it wasn't my business if he wanted to do whatever he wanted to do.He was sitting on the bench near their house's gate. I went near him and sat down there too. Walking back and forth from home and school could be exhausting, even though it was only a kilometer away. If I became rich, I would buy a lot of transportation so that students would not have to exert effort or waste time walking."Hey bro, why are you not going to school anymore?" I asked
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