Thanks for waiting, and thanks for the support everyone! Here is the third chapter! And you got your wish, All-Star. xD It actually has a conversation in it.
I had inspiration for the story, but I myself feel I lost a bit of writing touch in this one. Ah well, enjoy!!
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Chapter 3: A wish for Power.
And this is who I get when,
when I don't know myself anymore.
And this is how it hurts when I,
pretend I don't feel any pain.
And this is how I dissapear,
when I trow myself away.
Parts from the song 'Breath into me' by Red.
Sub-chapter 1: A longlasting Christmas, for I am alone.
Timeschedule: Past, before the dream. Diary date: 24 - 12 - '07 till 31 - 12 - '07
'Christmas, a happy time for everyone, but not for me.'
Cold water ran down his spine, along with a shiver caused by this. He sat under the shower, with only the cold water open. He had positioned his legs close to his body, with his arms rapped around them, and his head leaning on his knees. Another shiver. The locks of his hair were stinging in his eyes togheter with the water, as he didn't want to close them.
Well, to be honest, he hardly could. His eyes were swollen from crying all day.
It was Christmas eve, and he was alone. No presents waiting for him tomorrow. No shining christmas tree, decorated with the love of a whole family. Not that family to enjoy a nice diner with. Not even that dinner. He was alone, with no one to talk to except for his diary, but he didn't want to write. He wanted to talk to someone, not write to a book which didn't even say or write anything back. He wanted real company, a friend, some family.
But there was just that cold water running down his spine. That lonely rasping of his breath, that lonely sound in the room.
He bit his lip; the teeth went right through it. Blood poured out of his lip, and mingled with the tears and water. His eyebrows narrowed, his stare tensified. Anger. Hatred. Dark emotions fought to rule the expression on his face. His hands were fists, his muscles layed as ropes across his body. True, deep agression settled in his mind.
'...Isn't this a freaking holiday?! ...Isn't everybody suposed to be happy?! ...Then what about me?! ...God, this is a holiday in your cursed name! ...Why then have you abbandoned me?! ...Are you just a lie?! ...Don't you even exist?! ...Tell me!
Tell me.
Tell me...why is it just me? Why...'
The anger floated out of his body, slowly, step by step, as again the tears came running down his cheeks. He tighened his grip around his legs and placed his face between his knees, crying.
He stayed there like that for hours.
Till his body went numb due water.
Till his mind went numb due tears.
...
A few days later, on the 31th of december, Marten woke up with a weird feeling in his stomach. A strange sensation taking him over, as if he could feel something was about to happen.
But he didn't care, he just wanted to sulk in his room for the rest off the day, and maybe go out to see the fireworks when the clock banged 12. He had tried to go out before, but when he saw some other kids from school appear around the corner of the street, he scurried back in.
Today was different, however. His bed was cold, as if it drove him out. His food tastes horrible, as if it punished him not to listen to his instinct. The sky seemed darker than normal, as if it wanted to keep him inside. And so he did, he stayed in. He sat down at his desk and grabbed his diary. His friend.
31 - 12 - '07
Dear Diary,
I want power.
Yours sincerely,
Marten
That was it. That was the only thing. Marten shook his head in disbelieve. Did he wrote that? Why did he do that? What power? And why did he want it? It riddled him.
'Maybe it has to do with that feeling. Maybe there is something inside of me or something...'
Marten conversed in thoughts, as his face looked puzzled.
'Now that I think of it, what do I want? I've never really fought about it I think. Just a friend would be nice. Maybe even that power, it could help me with a lot, although I don't really know what it means.
This was such a weird anomaly in his live that he kept thinking off it all day, staring at the page of his diary, as the candle on his desk slowly burned in the pressing silence full of busy thoughts.
Sub-chapter 2: A wish granted.
Time schedule: Past, after the dream. Diary Date: 01 - 01 - '01
'AAAHHH!'
The boy woke up screaming. His brown, wild hair stood in all directions. His shirt was soaked with sweat. He grabbed his heart with his left hand, as he tried to calm himself down by breathing slowly and controlled. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Calm. Yes. Good.
A sigh slipped through his broken lipps, a shiver surged through his body. What a weird dream. Or was it a nightmare? Wait. What was it anyway?
The boy focused his mind but he couldn't remember. He did feel strange though. Not like yesterday, but more...he couldn't point it out right. It felt wonderfull. He felt better then he had in a very long time!
'Outside. I need to get outside.'
A grin split his face, his body was so full of energy. He just couldn't stop laughing.
He ran downstairs and grabbed a quick snack. Whereafter he put his clothes on and ran to the door. He opened it and jumped outside, into the pure-white snow. It seemed to have snowed all day. With haste, he went back inside for an old jacket. That jacket had some holes in it but it would be enough for now. His body would be warm from all the energy running through it.
The center of the town was pretty quiet as it was still early in the morning. A thin layer of mist layed over the city as a soft woolen blanket. Birds still ruled the streets as the first few people started to show their faces. The clocktower began to bang. Once, twice, eight times in total. This was the sign for the stores to roll up the curtains behind the windows and open the shops.
Marten strolled through the street, quietly mumbling the words of a song. The stupid grin was still on his face. He stopped when he saw some birds right in front off him, fighting over a breadcrum. The owner of the store where Marten stood came out to hang up an addvertising sign. He almost tripped over the birds.
'Go on, stupid birds, go find your food somewhere else!' The man shouted irritated.
Marten shocked up from his trance when the birds flew up. His eyes grew big.
'No! don't go away!' He begged as he stretched his hand out to the flying bird. Right at that moment he heard the noise of breaking glass and a scream. He quickly looked to his side. The shopowner had jumped through the window! His whole body was covered with scrams and a big piece of glass had piered his left leg.
'Ahhgg...' The man mourned.
'Sir, can I help you?!' Marten quickly jumped through the window.
'Ugh, no, go away...' The man mumbled.
Marten came closer, worried.
'Stay away from me I said!'
