It's been a very long time that I last visited here. It was the place where I born, grew up and ran away.
Who am I? Me? Do I need to introduce myself like a main character of any cheap novel? No, 😌 I don't think so. It's my own story to tell where no one to judge.
I was nearly 12 or 13 probably, I don't know when I ran away from my hometown.
You know something, 🤫 let's be quiet about it and keep it to ourselves. It's a secret. We human are so vulnerable that if our parents didn't said our age to us, we probably never knew our age, do we? 🤔
Now, let's get back to the topic, yeah, where we are, let's see, oh, yes, I was about to ran away from my home but what makes me? That's a good question, don't you think?
When I born, as my grandma said, I was very ill at first, even my mom too.
My father was a freedom fighter🤺 , joined in a group 👥 of their own to fought against the government and niche people. They believed that both of them work together to make poor people more poorer.
As their thoughts gone by, at some point their activities against them became so disruptive that governing bodies ordered to jailed on a first sight of them.
In those fugitive days, my father made me 🤰 with my mother 💑 and never returned to see me or her👩👦.
My mother died because of poor health, my grandparents and uncles could not give her necessary treatment. It was rare at that time.
Continuous bleeding killed her. Her bleeding didn't stop from my birth. She could survive for 7 months then she died while she was feeding me from her🤱.
Local doctor forbid her but she didn't listened. She secretly fed me her milk which caused her soon death.
My uncles were not cruel to me. A child without parents, living with relatives was not at all unjustly growing up, moreover, they cared like their own child👨👩👧👧.
Then why I ran away?
It happened one black and blue night when the moon was about to be founded as a full moon 🎑.
I was going back to my home where my granny was sleeping with her another grandchild then something or someone tried to follow me.
What was it? I didn't know by then but it made me freaks out to death. Sounded like footsteps, following me around, those footsteps were so clever that it only moved by my steps👣👣.
At one point, I struggled to ran away but that footsteps caught me, pulled me down, sat on my back in that dark black and blue night. Grasping air heavily, slowly came to my ears, took a good breath of me, softly touched my hair, caressed me then left me.
It was a short cut way to my home. A small forest like wild tree garden by the riverside that I had to pass through. She or he jumped on me, unnoticed, because of it.
My eyes were shut so tightly that I could not even imagine what it was. After a while, I realized it left me then when I turned myself over, I saw a note 💌 where written,
'I know where is your beloved father, come to me without saying anyone, meet me here then there was an address of Gothenburg, Sweden.'
🎐Every day, I saw a passenger boat came to take any people who loved to go other side of the river, from where anyone could go to the town or any city. I wished everyday to ride it to other side of the river but because of my family it was quite impossible 😰🎐.
🌾So, whenever I got the chance 👀 to do something irrational then it became irresistible to me 👁, in the monotonous boredom of life, a little flakes of mystery turned into a lifelong urge of knowing the truth that I dreamed everyday of my childhood life 🤫.
A young brave heart 💞 did what should not be done by a child like me💓💗.
I left without saying goodbye to anyone, didn't took anything but just left with a message that I will be back💖💝.
Up until then my resume to growth after my birth to running away from home, I never thought of looking back before now🌱🍃.
🥀Unexpected realism is what it was.
As a kid🐣, I had the privilege to see the kindness of poor people which I keenly seen among the rich 🎭. They were kind too but mostly unkind as well probably fear of losing what they have.
It took almost more than a year of me 🐤 to get myself 🐥 into the Sweden.
Sweden, it is a beautiful place 🏞.
Nevertheless, Gothenburg a major city that situated alongside the Göta älv river on the country's west coast.
It's known as Sweden's important seaport, for Dutch-style canals and leafy boulevards like the Avenyn, the city's main thoroughfare, lined with many small beautiful cafes and shops.
It also has Liseberg a popular amusement park with themed rides, performance venues and a landscaped sculpture garden.
I loved the very sight of it from the first. Never thought that I could have liked it so much that spent my entire youthful days there.
Thence, that day came when I had the pleasure to know my mystery guy. It's a beautiful young lady with long beautiful shiny chestnut hair and big greenish blue eyes. Her hair was so silky that the wind couldn't help but to kiss her hair.
I was then newly understanding my age, a young guy, looking forward for something new and adventurous in life.
I wasn't sure how to feel or respond to her abundant beauty. I never seen such. Sun kissed toned skin as if a snow white princess burned her skin under the sun lavishingly. Curved edges of her whole body was looking gorgeous on her. In one word, I was stunned stood there for a moment till she caught my hand and said with beautiful smile, ' Come, come with me, I was waiting for you too long '.
Her giggling sound still rings to my ears like a whisper of the nightingale under the blue moonlight in some lonely nights.
I miss her, I really do. Tears fell down without my permission from me as I was remembering her.
She was one of my closest after her I never had anyone like her.
She took me that day to her small little house. As she was, her little house was beautiful too.
Small little house with a backyard full of trees, flowers and garden.
She kept me with her and slowly after I got acquainted with her, she introduced herself as a protege of my father.
She greatly admired him, loved his passion of life, shared his memories of us with her then oneday went gone when his time has ended.
I was curious enough to know why didn't he ever came to us. She became sad instantly and said to me, it was for your and your mother's wellbeing.
We started to living with each other, hanging out together, working together for hours in her garden and her own shop where she sell all customized women's accessories.
Life was good enough for me until I fell in love with her after that night when she came to me at middle of the night, it was the night of the full moon, that night she wore a georgette silk sleeping gown.
I was went early to bed that day, deeply fell in sleep on my bed, when did she entered in my bedroom, I was completely unaware of that.
For some reason, I woke up and saw her nakedness in the limelight of the full moon, I could see her every wavy inch of her body, the smooth curves that shadowing through the pearl white georgette silk.
I was at my fullest awakened that full moon night. She was embracing the moonlight when she saw me watching her.
She came to me like a cat, with a slow paced steps, I wasn't sure till she came very close to me, down her face on mine and grasping the air like that person at my hometown and smiled on me then, then...I closed my eyes, taking deep breath of air from her, didn't know what was going to happened next.
She kissed me softly without any hesitations, without any explanations of her doings. Loving me completely when I lost myself completely too within her. Exploring her every inch like a new unknown mysterious discovery.
I lost completely of myself not knowing where to stop then I didn't remember what was happened.
When I woke up from my beautiful dream, I saw her gown laying lonely on the floor to prove me that it wasn't a dream but she wasn't with me, I was alone in my bed.
Where did she go after such beautiful night?
It was the last time, I saw her. I waited for her in her home for longer than my age at that time but she didn't came to me.
My youth was tormented by her thoughts every night if she ever come at night like that. I don't know what was so special about the whole moon night but it was the night to remember, a most memorable night of my freshly bloomed puberty life of mine.
Never hesitated to accept her invitation but still I lost her somehow, why only full moon, I didn't know, nothing exceptional I seen so far.
Just a taste of adulthood as it seemed to me now and last few nights, I was having bad dreams, it took me great deals of time to understand why certain horrified dreams all of a sudden.
I was not the victim of fear here in my dream, I was following someone in dark blue full moon night. With every strength of my body ,I was running after it.
I was not sure who was I looking for, with so desperate anguish fearlessness, what made me do that but I need it, I need it badly. It can free me from my everlasting thirst.
Some kind of thirst I was feeling in my dreams. I don't know why but I am experiencing these nightmares.
I didn't realised it before that I became a handsome lad until I visited my house. I met a lady infront of my house, trying to get inside when I caught her red handed.
She is very pleased to be found out by me. She then said the reason behind her breaking the boundaries. She is my neighbour.
No one lives here anymore, it's forsaken by the family after they were attacked by the thugs.
Those thugs killed a boy and their grandmother in sleep and looted her belongings then burned it to ashes.
When the family saw it, it was too late to rescue any kind of residue of them.
My eyes are stoned with tears by the shocking incident of my granny.
I added to my curiosity then why left, here should be a momentum for the family. But they left.
She said then, they could not bear the thought of losing their mother when they were sleeping on their room and they didn't know what kind of horrible things were happening with her.
Sad and depressed surprisingly, astonishing news too. Here I was thinking about how I would be welcomed by my family or thrown out but I didn't expected this.
I tried to remember my grandma's face, how nurturing she was, her care and that little smiley round face of her where always some kind of depression hidden inside her.
First father, then her and now my granny. Even my uncles are not living here anymore. What I have expected and what happened in reality.
Before I left my old hometown to 'her' little nest in Gothenburg, I went to that place where mysterious creature or should I say 'her' first met with me.
Full moon, soft breeze braising itself to my cheeks, letting me feel nostalgic and lonely at the same time. I was missing her that night so much that I could not do anything about it. If I just could hold her tight in my arms that night then that would not happened.
I was not in myself that night, my whole senses craving her when from my back a soft familiar voice came to bring me back from my past.
It was my neighbour, looking pretty for her blood red gown and red lipstick that was looking glossy even under the moonlight.
I can't remember to understand what happened afterwards but when I were capable to remember my presence again, I was on the boat for Gothenburg. Sleeping with her piece of gown that I later found in my trousers pocket, it was a torn piece, why and how it was torn, I couldn't remember that for some reason. What happened that night? I was completely unaware of that just like that night.
Did I hugged her or she hugged me? For some reason I am feeling her within my body, did we do anything later that making me like that, I can't remember.
I get up and ready for my breakfast. It was booked by me before I was leaving my hometown. That night was my last time in my hometown. It should be in my memory album to last forever but I can't believe that I just forgotten what I did after my neighbour met me there.
Lazily I sit down for my breakfast when I noticed everyone in the room whispering something to themselves with frightening emotional adherence.
I ask my waiter about the fuss cuss, he then educated me with his side of information that a terrible incident happened few days before that no one could understand what kind of creature did it so.
A woman in her early 30s found in massacre devastation by the riverside. Her leftovet body was nearly cleaned skeleton as the town's people and their police said to the reporters. They didn't published her dead body on the newspaper but tried to write in details. Nothing they could have found to accuse anyone or even suspect.
She was a rich woman in that town, living by herself, unmarried, woman and children love her very much because she was a soul of their life. She earned her popularity with her own merits. She lent her lands at very cheaper prices so everyone could live and earn from her land, she only took her rent for lending her lands to them. As landlord she was very respectful to her pupils. A woman like that died by a beast and no one even knew, is very terrifying incident for the whole town and for the outsiders as well. Everyone is terrified because of this unknown creature. No one ever known such incidents happened anywhere before.
I am completely horrified by the thought of that could it be my neighbour? Was I the only one who met her before her death? Then who could be the murderer and why can't I remember what happened that night?
I hurriedly ask him if he can bring me the newspaper where that incident was written, did they mentioned her name. He just grasps a lot of fresh air and says probably yes they mentioned her name, Melinda Fisher?
Then told me to wait he will see what he can do about the newspaper because it's a passenger boat, old newspaper can be used in many different ways without storing them.
I can't make myself eat my breakfast but I should though I am feeling great and energetic from before. Just like that day when I lost her. Full of livelihood but no one to share with.
Why can't I remember anything at all of that night? I didn't ate anything that day, wasn't feeling good to eat anything at all but still I am feeling full of energy and livelihood. I can't even like to eat anything. I take my rolled eggs, cheese and sun dried tomatoes with a slice of toast and small cup of dark black coffee with a sugar. It's freshly toasted beans aroma helping me to eat my breakfast.
I have waited for the waiter till I have done my breakfast then left the room. The waiter runs at to me on the deck where I was lost in my thoughts. Then gave me the newspaper where the same incident was written. Yes, it was her, I didn't recognize her by her name because I didn't know her name, she didn't introduce herself with her name and I didn't asked but I somehow knew that it was her. The newspaper did the justice to her by giving her small biography which made me more clearer that it was her, no one else.
It kept me wondering all day about the mysterious things that I had been through in my past. Ladies who came close to me are no longer with me, why is that. Is it one kind of a curse? Is that actual reason that my father left me because I was going to die one way or another.
There is no one left who can answer me. I can't remember anything what happened that night after I saw her and how was I in the boat? Who left me there? It's making me exhausted, I need to sleep now. I can't think any longer.
As he was thinking, he is tired and opened his luggage for a sleeping dress, he found a brooch that belongs to Melinda, he remembers that she wore it every time they met. How come that brooch is with him? Who put it there and for what reason?
He just can't help himself to remember what happened that night after he saw her.
He didn't brush his teeth after he came here. Something is stuck in his corner teeth. He tried to forget about it but it started to make it painful to ignore it even his throat is hurting badly. He brushed his teeth, cleaned it with toothpicks, few were necessary to put out, it seemed it's a piece of bone then tried to pull out the thing that causing pain in his throat by vomiting the egg roll, cheese, tomatoes, toast all there but still nothing stopping the pain. Then he gave another trial to vomit but this time a piece of fingernail came out still the nail polish is in that nail. He saw that nail before oh, my God, oh, my God that's what he was thinking when he recognized that nail, it was Melinda's nail. He shocked and stoned right there for few minutes then carefully checked the nail and the bone. The bone is not of any animals because he didn't eat any meat during the whole journey because it doesn't taste well after she is gone, it's a weekdays plan for trip, 5 days gone by now and he didn't eat any meat then how is the bone can be founded stuck in his teeth and that nail is saying to him that he probably ate Melinda like a sushi or something which is raw and untamed that causing trouble to go in or else he can never knew the reality.
What is the reality anyway? And why is he that much calm about the discovery of Melinda was eaten by no other beast but him then did he ate his beloved as well and didn't figure out where she was gone at?
He can't think more than anything, such a horrible thinking of made him exhausted, so he goes to sleep for that day.
After half an hour, he came out with formal dress up for the evening party on the deck under the open sky. Everyone of the boat is going to be there to forget their old memories to start with the new one, it's a new year party after all.
He on the other hand looking very handsome in his tuxedo, diamond and sapphire cufflinks on the snow white shirt, polished leather shoes shining like a mirror with Givenchy perfume everything is blending well.
He is in very good mood indeed, enjoying the food without touching any meats, loving the party, checking out women as a soft breeze crossing them then one girl got interested on him among all them. She introduced herself as a Katherine Gunner to him, she is the only daughter and heir of the boat, he is on and she came to make his new year worthwhile atleast less boring for herself.
He greatly appreciates her generosity and being the only companion of him for the night then invite her to get cozy in his room so they can enjoy few hours with each other. She get blushed at first but then she followed him to his room.
Every one on the rooftop watching the fireworks, loving the music, said happy new year to each other, laughing and dancing, giggling sounds coming from every corner but everything without those twos. No one saw them where they have gone or noticed that they are missing. Even Katherine didn't know that the next year would be without her, the only heir of Gunner family.