On the corner of darkness

November 5th, 2008 • 2 comments Emoshitness, Fiction, Narratives, Thoughts
Tags: dark, dragons, dreams, harry potter, room, wizard

The clicks of the keyboard fill in the dark room as I push the keys non-stop. The bright light of the monitor penetrated my inflamed eyes as I could feel nothing but the twitching of my eyebrows. I could feel insects creeping up the walls but I was too busy to mind them. I kept on typing words I don’t understand and sentences that I couldn’t seem to follow. Then, something in my head made me stop the flow of words in the monitor. Then there was silence in the dusk.

I heard footsteps slowly going to a direction I don’t know. Then the door creaked open as I immediately turned my head to see who was there. It was my mother, calling me to eat dinner. She was speaking out words I don’t know, perhaps, a different language. But why did my mind know what she meant? I gently pushed the chair backwards and stood up. I walked my way to the door with numb feet and aching knees. It was a weird feeling, to tell you the truth, as if I was an old man trying to walk unsupported in spite of arthritis.

As I reached for the door, my hand was shaking and my elbow was making a squeaky noise. I turned the knob but the door didn’t open. I tried again, but still, it won’t let me out. With all my strength, I let out another shot to open the door. And when it opened, a bunch of clothes exploded out on me. Damn! It was the closet.

I kept on crawling in the dark as I was looking for the door. My hands were feeling the floor and I was moving…moving…until my head hit the wall. I was hurt and just sat myself on the floor as I let the pain own me.

On the corner of darkness, I sat. Meters away from me, the computer was still open, the text I was writing was still there. I stood up and walked some inches in the side of the room but I suddenly tripped on something. It felt like a wire, but I don’t know…everything was dark. Then, a lightning cracked and hatched a loud thunder and a strong gush of downpour fell down. And on the other side of the room, the light beaming out from the monitor was suddenly gone. I immediately thought that the wire I tripped on was the extension wire to which the computer was plugged in. I couldn’t see the text that I typed anymore. And it was just then that I realized that I didn’t save my work. The text…the long text with huge paragraphs and random sentences was gone…my dreams were gone. My random dreams in life which I kept on typing the whole day were gone.

On the corner of darkness, I sat. Meters away from me, the computer was off, the text I was writing was no more there. I felt another hit in the head when I thought that instead of looking for the door, for the way out, I should have looked for the light switch first so that everything in the room was clear. I should have reached for the right door, I should have not accidentally unplugged the computer, and I should have saved my work, the text, my dreams.

On the corner of darkness, I stood up. I looked for the light and switched it on. I plugged the computer and typed again the lost text. I saved it and went for the door and went out of the room.

There were regrets, I know. But someday, I shall be a very good artist or a writer or a mathematician or a scientist, while saving millions of lives each day with dragons flying with me or with house elves serving me a hot cup of coffee each morning. And I know, Harry Potter shall be a very good wizard friend.