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1.
The Beginning
A new day, filled with sunshine. He opens
his eyes awaking; the sunshine finds their ways into the water, glimmering in
those eyes. So bright, how can such beautiful sun shines be so harsh? He
reaches his hands to the side to grab his glasses, finding his fingertips
working through a field of broken glass. Frozen mind, he doesn’t have a thought
left. It must have been last night, night.
He puts his feet out of bed, try to calm
his self and wake up. Stepping closer to the bathroom, he finds himself
dragging his feet, unconsciously. “It’s going to be clear, I’m going to wake
up.”, he says to himself. Getting closer to the mirror, he looks, looks so
curiously like a child first time seeing his reflection. Only that, the person
he sees in the mirror looks so strange, so unfamiliar to him. Messy clothing,
pale faced, swollen eyes and lifeless. He looks just like an alcoholic, pity
himself. Who is that guy in the mirror? Would that be him today? Lonely Colin.
His name is Colin Betzen, 24, studies Art,
works part-time in an antique shop down town, lives alone. But looking at him,
there is no clue to tell he’s a student. He rather looks like a 40 year old
alcoholic, lost wife, lost home. Lack of passion, lack of life, he’s dead,
emaciated like a flower in a vase, next to a window of an uninhabited house.
It’s been long since anybody watered, long since anybody cared. But he tries to
depend on himself, at least he’s surviving.
Not taken cared of, that could do for a
reason for his lifeless look. Open the tap; he splashes cold water on to his
face, trying to wake himself up. Oh yes, the shattered glass, the shattered
glass. Let him see. Washing his face, Colin works the way through his mind;
trying to find himself an explanation for all this.
Could it be last night a storm came and
broke the crystal vase? No.
Or is it the cat, Shadow that was playing
and broke something? No.
It could be another drunken night of him
and his friends? No.
Then what could it be, what happened last
night and left behind a stranger and broken pieces of glass.
Oh yes, Jaime, it could only be Jaime.
Jaime was here last night; he remembers bringing Jaime in the door, with her
short brown hair. But what happened last night with Jaime, what happened with
him, what happened between them. He wants to remember, but he doesn’t want to.
Jaime Jaime Jaime. He has to keep this thought until the end of the day to
figure it out, there has to be an explanation somewhere in this hollow mind.
Because if he thinks of Jaime now, the rest of the day will be garbage.
He walks into his room, puts on a green
shirt, a black tie, black skinny jeans and a hoodie, hoping he will be able to
cover up his pathetic look. He doesn’t want people to look at him differently,
to look down at him. He is still him, or he still wants to be him, Colin
Betzen, the outstanding student. He still wants people to like him like they
always did, even if he knew he’s not himself anymore. He was swept away, beaten
down, and had to stand up again. From now, he will face this world alone; will
walk through the rest, by himself. But if he still has a bit left of strength
he used to have, he might still make it after all. He will be fine, he will
survive.
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