Nightfall stretched its curtains on the vast afternoon sky. Dark clouds. It’s a black, dreary, rainy evening. Thunder roars and lightning flashes. Only the sound of the drops of the rain could he heard by Siam at the attic. Tired. Weary. Stressed. Afraid.
He lives in the attic which serves as his quarter – but it looks like a garage. Yet for him, this is his haven for his melancholic contemplation; a paradise.
Thunder roars and lightning flashes. While lying on his worn out and improvised bed, and watching outside on the broken window pane, cold wind freely pass in and out through. It’s a gloomy and cold night for a boy whose could only do was to rub his shivering and numb hands to warm himself. He shivers, gnarls and cripples every inch as he could to protect himself from the cold night, warming himself as tight he could do.
He looked into the broken window, grief and sorrow was carved into his innocent and fragile face. Each beat of his cold heart, pumps the feeling of pain and agony; a prolonged and unbearable feeling out of his own denial, every time he looks thorough the window holding a picture. Faded. Crumpled. Yellowish in color. Tears fell and roll down into his cheeks and finally dropped into its final destination, into the picture.
He gazed again outside thru the broken window pane, where he could only see darkness and flashes of light. Hugging his body slowly, holding the picture tightly, warmly and passionately. Darkness slowly covers his eye sight. Numb. All silence, and he could only just hear the serene pain in his heart out of the tranquil surrounding.
Morning sun peeked its shining rays of light into the dawn sky. A new day to start with. A day that everything should work out and a day to mingle with the family, whom he served for his entire life as houseboy, since the time that her parents left, he was just seven years old then.
“Siam’’, called by his master, Sir Dum Spiro.
“Coming Sir”, as he woke up and promptly replied. He had a little time to change his garments.
He finally stretched his arm for his final act of warming up his body before he could start to work. For just a minute, he looked thru the broken pane.
“Siam!”, called gain by his master.
‘’Coming Sir! Coming!”, he replied.
He hurriedly as his master was waited for him downstairs.
‘’Yes, sir?”, said Siam as he approached his master quickly with a smile.
But it seems that his master was not in a good mood.”Siam, what you took you for so long’’, he said sarcastically. “Hurry, pick me some fresh apples in the backyard, wash it and prepare it on table.”
Sian hurriedly went to the backyard holding a basket where he could put the freshly-picked apples. He climbed up to the tree, chose and picked the fresh apples. After picking, he washed and put them on the table. Only Siam and his master left at home, his master’s wife and children went out for a vacation.
After preparing, he did his usual household chores; cleaning and maintaining the stables; trimming the grass and bush in the garden, cleaning the lawn. And perhaps cleaning the entire house. It has been his routine every day.
Time passed so quickly, that he didn’t notice it. It’s early nightfall. Tired and exhausted. But he must work until he is done with his chores
“Siam!’’, his master shouted and looking for him.
“Yes sir”, as he got inside the house through the back door..
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you! Go to the town and buy me some medicine. It’s coming back again; and I can feel that my head is aching.’’
As he received the money from his master, then he hurriedly went out running down to the town. The sun had bid its goodbyes and nightfall paved its way when he got into the town. He bought the medicine his master asked for and hurriedly went back.
While he was on his way, he felt his two legs were already tired. He took some rest for a little while and sat upon the rock by the seashore. He watched the setting of the sun and the calm sea as darkness embraced the sky. He soulfully watched everything while his reminiscing sweet and bad memories.
He couldn’t take away his eyes from the enchanting beautiful sight of the cinematic scenario of the sea, the sunset and the stretching darkness of the night. Then he noticed the time, he set his two legs straight and started to walk again.
When he was almost home, he was stunned by a silhouette behind into the dark bushes behind him. He was trying to decipher the man’s face but it was too dark. He felt the chill and the coldness of his body, but yet he perspires. Afraid. He slowly stepped his right feet and run as fast as he could and also with the stranger.
He stepped on something which caused him to fell down and stumbled. But before he could stand and run again, the stranger caught him the neck and dragged by the stranger.
Headed towards the house, Siam slowly looked the face of the unknown companion; and as the light from house slowly revealed the face of the black entity, already clear and visible, it’s his master. Dragged him, Siam was scared that he couldn’t look back to his master’s deadly stare. It’s red. And somewhat possessed, he was totally freaked out and already afraid.
“Sir, no sir! Please!”, but his master could not hear him. He was strangled by his master. He struggled to get free. Moving from his master’s hands - hysterically back and forth; he wanted to escape but he could not oppose his master’s strength.
“Sir, my lord, my master! Please! Someone help me!? Have pity! ”, his master was not on the right mind.
“Sir, this is Siam! I bought you your medicine. Sir!”, he said with hysteria.
Restless and exhausted. Hurt. His slapped him. Shaking him hardly, punched him. Dragged him again and again. Scratched, wounded and bruised. It’s like that he was dragged into hell where sinners punished but not Siam, he didn’t commit any sin. Until they reached the attic, like prisoner being dragged by a guard to the cell used to be his haven but yet turned into a horrible and terrifying horror house.
He struggled again and he accidentally hit his master, not noticing that the bag of medicine for schizophrenia fell off into his bear wounded hands, he got free from his master violent hands and searched for the bag medicine He can’t find it, it’s too dark. Caught him again by his master and dragged again furiously. He kicked the innocent boy. He became weak, fainted, and throw up.
“Please, Sir have pity!”, Siam begged as he crawled and searched for something to protect himself with, but it’s too late.
“You thief, you stole my apples, where are my apples? You thief!”, angry and furious. He held a long-metal pipe up. “Where were my apples!?’’, and all of a sudden –
Swooshshsh!
“No sir!
He shouted as he opened his eyes and woke up from deep and terrifying true nightmare still lying on the bed. His trying to catch up his breath. He perspires. His heart was beating fast Shaking and shivering. It’s a nightmare which was not a nightmare of just a dream but a mere nightmare of his reality.
Thunder roars. Lightning flashes. Still lying still on his bed. He looked through the broken window, where the cold wind freely pass through. Gloomy. Looked again through the window; grief and sorrow carved into his innocent fragile and delicate face – with a prolonged agony. He held picture – faded, crumpled, yellowish in color. Tears fell and roll down into his cheeks. Looking into the picture – a picture - a portrait of himself. Restlessly lying on a coffin – DEAD!
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