Derrick
Long, straight and silky dark brown hair that flows smoothly down her shoulders, just above her waist. Her pale flawless skin, makes her natural blushing cheeks make anyone who looks at her blush. Her tall small nose makes her look smart, and her almond-shaped eyes that is green but somewhat hazel colored under the sun... you can't help but stare just to figure out if her eyes are green or hazel.
Her cherry lips never failed to make me smile when she does... she was my closest friend, my first love, yet I can't remember who she is. Although, I remember every details, I can't seem to put the puzzle together and somehow her face becomes a blur. As hard as I try, I can't remember her name. Why am I thinking about her today?
I met her when I was younger, during the summer of 4th grade of elementary school. I first met her at the park near the house we just moved in. She is two years younger than me but at times acted beyond her years. She had a childish and immature side but not ignorant. She was also a know-it-all that annoyed me nonstop.
I can't help but chuckle whenever I remember her lecturing me about how to eat the fruit, kiwi. She told me "When you eat kiwi, you don't need to peel it! You can eat the skin even though it's hairy and weird!" with her hands on her waist posing in an 'I'm smart' vibe.
We had so much fun that summer passed by really fast. Spending time with her was always the highlight of my day, but two weeks before the end of that summer, I got into an accident. My mom said, that someone found me almost lifeless and bleeding by the sand box at the park that afternoon. There was a mark on my arm where I bled out profusely, the doctor assumed, by how it looked like, that I've been bitten by a snake, and it punctured an artery in my arm. Luckily, it was not poisonous and that I was found by a passerby on time.
Ever since that day, I never saw her again and as summer neared its end, everything about her faded in my memory, her name and her face. I remember all the details about her and the fun times I had with her, but trying to remember her more is like trying to remember a dream. Is it possible that I made her up and dreamed it all? I don't know, but deep down I feel that she really exists. The time I spent with her, it just can't be something that is from a dream.
"It's not like I can meet her again..." I sighed to myself as I continue the last touches on my sketch.
"Her, who?" Brandon asks as he approaches my canvas with an eyeful of interest. "Are you sketching that 'childhood-friend-beauty' of yours again?"
I stare at him with eyes that is clearly telling him to shut up. My look is enough to let him know that speaking is not necessary with him.
I met Brandon during our department's First Year's Orientation in our university. We are both under Multimedia Art's department but our pathways are different. Brandon is focusing on Web Development, while my focus is on Graphic Design. I guess, you could say, that we are a good tandem. He is the happy-go-lucky, loud and fun guy while I'm the quiet, likes-things-to-be-perfect and do-things-in-moderation guy. To be honest, even I am unsure how we are able to become good friends. We hated and found each other really annoying at the beginning. But after we had to do a project together, we realized that our ideas and style actually compliments one another. Together, we are somehow a good balance and since then, we've become good friends.
"Don't give me that look, Rick... I know that you can't really remember how she looks like despite having the 'full details' but each time, the girl you sketch never resembles the one you drew before it." He tilts his head left and right to get a full grasp of the one I just drew. "Hmm... the girl in your sketch looks familiar though..."
"Are you teasing me?" I asked.
"No, I wish I was... but I'm not. It really looks familiar, like I've seen this girl somewhere at school." He responded with his arms crossed. "Maybe, you've been trying to remember how she looks like so much, you've started to subconsciously draw girls you've seen and find attractive."
His notion made me raise an eyebrow and sighed as I set aside my sketching materials. "I'm not... but perhaps, it could also be the case." I can't help but consider what he just said, even if he said it to annoy me or if he's being serious, it's still a possibility. What I don't understand the most is the fact that, there's this feeling of longing and it seems to get stronger lately. There's a pitted feeling in my gut that there's something I should remember and it makes me feel restless.
Brandon looks at me with a weird, shocked face, his mouth gaping with his arms embracing himself. "Y-you... are you sick? You're scaring and making me feel worried at the same time. It almost feels disgusting!"
"You are so annoying. I just wanted to acknowledge the fact that you could also be right." I scoffed.
"I... I'm cringing~ for the first time, Derrick Montgomery acknowledged someone's opinion!" he exclaimed.
If I talk back, this guy won't stop and it will just drag on and things will just be more annoying. I stood up startling Brandon making him pose in a slouching manner, with his right hand over his forehead and his left over his lower face. I look at him with judging eyes with how... well... stupid he looks like.
"Idiot." was my only comment to his reaction as I grabbed my canvas and head to my room.
"Hey! But seriously, maybe you should meet the person you just drew. I am very sure I've seen that girl in campus!" he raised as I walk away ignoring his suggestion.
As I entered my room, I couldn't help but give out a heavy sigh. I placed the canvas on my table and put my sketching materials aside. As I lay myself on the bed, I can't help but think about Brandon's suggestion. If, there's really a girl in our school that looks like the girl I drew, then it's probably possible that it's her- it might be worth meeting her. "But how do I do that?" She could be in a different department and our university have four different buildings. There's the Science, Arts, Business and Agriculture building and with hundreds of students, it's not impossible to look for her, but not knowing her name nor department, is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Again, I can't help but let out a heavy sigh as I shut my eyes. "That idiot, really knows how to put ideas in people's heads."
Deep in thoughts, after tossing around in bed to get comfortable, I drifted into deep sleep.
*
"Hah... ugh!" I gasped for air as I feel something heavy on top of me. My eyes barely open with vision blurred with tears. My hands reaching out trying to push whatever it is on top of me. My hand instinctively touch my neck but I felt a hand gripping on it. I am being chocked. I struggled hard to get out of the lock, as I feel my energy depleting fast. My body barely moving, my whole body started to feel numb. I'm going to die. Suddenly, I feel cold and no longer chocked, but my body won't listen anymore. I am paralyzed. I felt a sharp pain on my arm and suddenly a tingling sensation overcame me. I can feel my blood draining out of me with force. "H...help... me..." I muttered as I feel my consciousness completely leaving me.
Soon after I feel something wet dropping on my face, waking me slightly from my unconsciousness. "I'm sorry... *hic* I'm so sorry, Derrick... *sniff* I'm really sorry... p-please, wake up... De-*hic*-rick. Rick!"
My eyes opened widely while breathing heavily, I touched my face and my neck in panic as I looked around me. Slightly confused, I finally calmed down to realize I'm in my room. "It was... it was just a dream..." I let out a sigh of relief. That dream, is that from the accident years ago? "Did... did I just dream the snake as a human?" Without any memories of that incident, I can't help but be shaken from the nightmare. At the end of the dream, I heard her... she was crying and apologizing to me. But why is she apologizing, why is she crying? "Was I with her on the day of my accident?"
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