[LS] Joanna

Name : Azhann Rosmin
Class : LGB3A
Semester : 3
Title : Joanna
Word Count : 2937 words
Category : Story


Part One 

Running. Slipping. Falling. Hurting.

Heavy tears of the clouds above rain down on me - drenching me to my aching bones. The curtain of drops covers the fresh tracks that run down my face and I sobbed my hardest. This can’t be.

I was so sure - so certain that I was finally right. But Fate has an undeniably cruel sense of humor and often a tediously blithesome manner of tormenting people into believing. While Destiny of times plays it safe - hiding behind the veil, mouthing the path we ought to follow. Both which are completely different - both tremendously the same. For me, both joined arms in haling the very essence of my soul - having me walk down the path with terrible shame and unbearable pain.

I fall hard, skinning my palms and knees. I wheeze out the pain and strain my being. But it is nothing compared to what is happening within. I disregard the fervent impulses sent to my head and clamber to my feet. Blood stains the wet floor crimson and dark.

My mind fazes at the very thought of what just happened. I muffle a scream of pure anguish behind my bloodstained hands - causing my eyes to redden with tears.

I bite my tongue to regain control. I rid the red stain off my hands on my jeans - the friction provoking more pain - and sink in the lift button. As the doors open, the stench of old gears, metallic rust, and compacted space sweep through me and I smirk.

I defy the force of gravity as the lift slowly moved upwards. Then, she comes flawlessly to mind and my smirk turns into a simper. I shake free of her - not wanting anymore anguish. The very thought of her evokes a legion of feelings. Feelings that are so strong, they overthrow any state of mind and sanity. They stroke submissively at the heart - the soul. They manipulate ways of thinking, of reasoning. I thought I was well prepared, strong enough to face any possible and impossible outcome that may rear its head. But Fate proved its cruelty by beating me senseless to the ground and brutally whispering in my ear that I was wrong.

The doors open and a rush of cold wind knock me gruelingly. I shut my eyes, turn slightly sideways, and stagger onwards.