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Sunday, April 8, 2007
Once upon a time, a little boy--
No wait, that is not appropriate. This is not just any other time, and no ordinary boy. He was the boy that everybody forgot. His parents, the maids, the children outside, the mailman, the priest - everyone.
This boy is L, and that is his name. L had everything he ever wanted - a large bedroom with a king-size bed, a humongous toy box filled with mountains and mountains of plastic toys, a tray that is mysteriously filled everyday with sweets and candies and everything that he likes.
But mummy and daddy never had enough time to spend with him, being busy with all the work they do in their offices, and even those that they bring at home. L is not acknowledged by the other kids that play outside, on the streets, because he had never stepped outside the boundaries of his dormant house. Inside, he did everything he could to be noticed by his parents, or even the numerous nameless maids cleaning their home. He tried being good, and helping around the house, but it did not work. He tried to be oh-so-not-good, still, it did not work. Every time he fails, he slumps back to his dark room. This was his life - surrounded by blank, plastic toys, artificial foodstuffs, and the sinking bed he had to suffocate on every night. There was no one to tuck him into bed, scare off the monsters in the closet, turn of the TV when he was asleep - there was no one, and therefore, L was forgotten.
On this night, after another routinely act of self-definition, L had decided to look out into the sight beyond his window and its drapes. Outside, a star that had seemingly fallen shone ominously in his eyes. It darted from one point to another, and L had remembered that there was a poem about such things, falling stars.
And he wished...
and wished..
WISHED...
with all his might...
Please...
PLEASE...
for a friend that'd help him reach high places, sit down with him with petty tea parties, tear up pages of notebooks and homeworks. And as if on cue, a ghostly light had shone a path from the star, and appeared what L had wanted. They wasted no time playing with each other and doing things that L had hoped he would've done with a friend.
After a while, L had suddenly felt something was missing. Even with the giggles that he shared with his new friend, Mister Applemouth, he felt nasty tugs inside that bothered him, and left him hanging. But he ignored those pulling feelings inside, and tried to enjoy the company of Mister Applemouth. Sadly, he was confronted with another problem, as he heard a jolly laughter coming from the parlor.
A maid, which L remembered to be one of the maids who never really talked to him, came rushing into his room, and announced in a happy tone, "Oh L, isn't it wonderful? Your mom's going to have another baby!" And with this, she disappeared, as quick as she had come.
Mister Applemouth was smiling, but when he looked at L's response, Mister Applemouth frowned. At first, L was blank, just blank. Soon, he copied the expression of Mister Applemouth's face, and frowned, then when anger came rushing in, it turned into a pained expression, one that made him clench his fist and turn scarlet with fuming rage. He thinks to himself, "How dare they replace me with another baby? Am I not enough?" And with this, he screamed, as he couldpossibly do nothing more. He screamed, and screamed, and screamed.
With L's every scream, Mister Applemouth grew drastically in size, absorbing the blind wrath that came from the little boy, and soon he had gone through the roof, and was larger than the rich house. L continued to scream, not noticing what had happened to Mister Applemouth. His new friend did what L could not, but had wanted: Mister Applemouth ripped half of the house open and buried everyone with it - everyone who never spent time with L. Mister Applemouth continued to rampage through the town, and destroyed everything in sight - the children who never bothered to invite L and the huge tree across the street where the children used to play, the mailman who never handed L the letters and his automobile, and the church that had the priest who laughed at L's prayers - they all suffered a terrible and quick demise.
L stopped screaming. And Mister Applemouth was back, beside him. L realized: he had no one anymore. He did not cry anymore. There was no need. But when he saw the star he had wished open, he remembered the same poem.
And he wished...
and wished..
WISHED...
with all his might...
Please...
PLEASE...
And as if on cue, a ghostly light had shown and lighted what was left of L's room. Though he had promised to never shed another tear, the last one fell down his right cheek, and both he and Mister Applemouth faded into the white light and floated towards the star.
And the boy who was forgotten, became the boy that was lost.
But to be lost, meant someone had to own him, and that is still not appropriate.
Just like everyone else, he was no one.
The boy who was nobody.
Every night, when you hear nothing but the nightly breeze, you will here the same voice, the voice who remembered the poem of the shining star,
Still wishing..
and wishing..
WISHING...
with all his might..
Please...
PLEASE...
The End.
smiled at the sun again @ 12:41 AM,
