Chapter One
I am here, in this world. I do not know how I got here or who I am or what I am. I am just a
presence. I am not even an entity. I was handed down a power, a power or ability you might say of
perfect destruction. I can destroy anything or any amount of space on earth I like. For example,
the dustbin there, I just have to want it to get destroyed and it will, as you can see will get
destroyed by first going to get pushed from up and down and get all smashed up. I just have to
decide on how much I will destroy and it will get destroyed and strangely enough I could
understand everything about this world of humans. I could listen and understand every word they
say, it’s weird.
Here I am looking at the boy, who is playing cricket, a weird game of bat and ball, and I do not
what is so fun about it. I think I am attached to this boy for some reason. I follow him around all
day and if I listen closely I can hear his thoughts as well. It seems like he has come to a coaching
center to train himself to be a professional cricketer, it seems like he has a dream to be a
professional cricketer. I still do not know how people can find this so fun.
I see some people eating food and has a satisfying look on their faces. I wonder how it is like to eat
food, and they say it is tasty, which means the food has taste and that’s a sense for the humans
but I do not have that sense. All I can do is observe, I see the boy getting ready to go home and I
follow him.
For some reason he hates going to home, I am guessing he does not like his father at all, who is
pretty rough to him. He hates the facts that his child loves to play cricket, even though he is a
cricket fan himself. I neither can figure out how humans like that think nor I can hear his thinking
no matter how hard I try. The boy comes back home and tells his mother that he admitted himself
to a coaching center to learn cricket so that he can be a professional cricketer. His father hears it
and says “you cannot be a professional cricketer no matter how hard you try, so give up”. The boy
hearing that protests and says that he will keep trying until he can become one, hearing that his
father came threatening to him and takes his two hands and bends it weirdly in the wrong
direction I could clearly feel the pain for some reason, it hurt so bad that I screamed out. He
spread the boy’s ten finger on the floor and smashed them with the foot. The boy passes out from
the pain and in the morning he was taken to the hospital and was fixed up. He was depressed on a
very high level; I could rarely see his smile, which was the most beautiful thing I ever saw in this
world. It made me think that may be every human’s smile is beautiful. Now I think about how does
it feel to be depressed? It seems like he is not feeling anything, he is almost like me. So, what that
means, I am always depressed?
He kept on going on the school which is for some reason is visited by every kids in this world and
also some does not and they are looked down and pushed around or labeled as the trash of their
so called society, that “society” thing is also something I do not understand. The concept is too full
of holes but one thing I understand and that is humans work together to contribute on the
development of society, but I see people say that it is too corrupted I do not understand that
either.
The boy kept on attending the school without uttering a word in home or at school, it made me
feel weird, I think it is what people says feeling sad and that very moment I could feel something, I
could feel my hand appearing and it was just like those humans. I could move my two hands and it
was a simple thing to do. Both hands were just as long as it was in humans, but my hand had no
shoulder and it can’t be seen where it was joined. It’s like only two hands flying in the air. And
strangely enough I could feel some strange sensation, is this how human feels? Is this what it feels
like to feel the air? Can I touch fire now? Can I touch people now? I am dying to test these out. I
bring my hands in front of the boy and try to touch him. He showed zero reaction and all the
people around him also showed no reaction at all. I guess they cannot see me. Oh well I want to
try on touching other stuffs other than humans, let’s see if I can touch that tree over there. I bring
my hands over to the tree and passes right through. Oh well guess I cannot touch trees too. I rush
over to the boy’s house and head to the kitchen part and touch the fire. It passed through that too
but I could feel a weird sensation from it and I am sure I do not like it and I took away my hand
quickly from there. Is this what makes humans so scared of the fire?
I am here, in this world. I do not know how I got here or who I am or what I am. I am just a
presence. I am not even an entity. I was handed down a power, a power or ability you might say of
perfect destruction. I can destroy anything or any amount of space on earth I like. For example,
the dustbin there, I just have to want it to get destroyed and it will, as you can see will get
destroyed by first going to get pushed from up and down and get all smashed up. I just have to
decide on how much I will destroy and it will get destroyed and strangely enough I could
understand everything about this world of humans. I could listen and understand every word they
say, it’s weird.
Here I am looking at the boy, who is playing cricket, a weird game of bat and ball, and I do not
what is so fun about it. I think I am attached to this boy for some reason. I follow him around all
day and if I listen closely I can hear his thoughts as well. It seems like he has come to a coaching
center to train himself to be a professional cricketer, it seems like he has a dream to be a
professional cricketer. I still do not know how people can find this so fun.
I see some people eating food and has a satisfying look on their faces. I wonder how it is like to eat
food, and they say it is tasty, which means the food has taste and that’s a sense for the humans
but I do not have that sense. All I can do is observe, I see the boy getting ready to go home and I
follow him.
For some reason he hates going to home, I am guessing he does not like his father at all, who is
pretty rough to him. He hates the facts that his child loves to play cricket, even though he is a
cricket fan himself. I neither can figure out how humans like that think nor I can hear his thinking
no matter how hard I try. The boy comes back home and tells his mother that he admitted himself
to a coaching center to learn cricket so that he can be a professional cricketer. His father hears it
and says “you cannot be a professional cricketer no matter how hard you try, so give up”. The boy
hearing that protests and says that he will keep trying until he can become one, hearing that his
father came threatening to him and takes his two hands and bends it weirdly in the wrong
direction I could clearly feel the pain for some reason, it hurt so bad that I screamed out. He
spread the boy’s ten finger on the floor and smashed them with the foot. The boy passes out from
the pain and in the morning he was taken to the hospital and was fixed up. He was depressed on a
very high level; I could rarely see his smile, which was the most beautiful thing I ever saw in this
world. It made me think that may be every human’s smile is beautiful. Now I think about how does
it feel to be depressed? It seems like he is not feeling anything, he is almost like me. So, what that
means, I am always depressed?
He kept on going on the school which is for some reason is visited by every kids in this world and
also some does not and they are looked down and pushed around or labeled as the trash of their
so called society, that “society” thing is also something I do not understand. The concept is too full
of holes but one thing I understand and that is humans work together to contribute on the
development of society, but I see people say that it is too corrupted I do not understand that
either.
The boy kept on attending the school without uttering a word in home or at school, it made me
feel weird, I think it is what people says feeling sad and that very moment I could feel something, I
could feel my hand appearing and it was just like those humans. I could move my two hands and it
was a simple thing to do. Both hands were just as long as it was in humans, but my hand had no
shoulder and it can’t be seen where it was joined. It’s like only two hands flying in the air. And
strangely enough I could feel some strange sensation, is this how human feels? Is this what it feels
like to feel the air? Can I touch fire now? Can I touch people now? I am dying to test these out. I
bring my hands in front of the boy and try to touch him. He showed zero reaction and all the
people around him also showed no reaction at all. I guess they cannot see me. Oh well I want to
try on touching other stuffs other than humans, let’s see if I can touch that tree over there. I bring
my hands over to the tree and passes right through. Oh well guess I cannot touch trees too. I rush
over to the boy’s house and head to the kitchen part and touch the fire. It passed through that too
but I could feel a weird sensation from it and I am sure I do not like it and I took away my hand
quickly from there. Is this what makes humans so scared of the fire?
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