"Where am I again?"
He looked at those words written in front of him. As he read those words and let himself register them inside his brain, he felt that he had a deep relation with those words, all he felt now was guilt and fear inside him.
He was just looking at it when all of a sudden he heard a voice, he didn't know where it was coming from but still he heard it.
"All you had to do was conquer those bullies all along, conquer them and be free."
The voice some what felt feminine. Zhang Yong again looked here and there to find who it was but he stopped when he heard that voice again.
"You need to stop fearing people."
"But.... But how? I have tried my best but that fear inside me just wouldn't leave me alone."
"You need to let it go, find the answers of those questions which have been bothering you but don't let it become your fear. These answers you will get them soon…. Don't worry."
"Aha."
"Come here…."
He felt as if the wall in front of him was calling him, the voice was just coming as whispers but it was still enough for him to hear.
He wanted to step forward and move towards that wall from where he felt like he was being called but as soon as he put his foot up he felt like suddenly it had become too heavy and he couldn't even stand on his own weight.
His body felt weak and numb; he felt like he was being pushed down and at the same time back. His head was heavy and his eyes were wide. He was being pushed back with much force now. He tried to stand straight but still his middle body was at the back.
Soon the scene, the wall, the sky in front of her started to vanish. Slowly her vision got blurry and in no time every thing was gone.
The stain had vanished like it was never there in the first place, like the whole thing had been a visual joke. There was darkness every where now.
Zhang Yong could only feel himself laying there on the bed all alone in that darkness but soon the darkness too started to go away. Zhang Yong's eyes could see more things now.
Zhang Yong ran his hands over the fabric before holding it up to the brilliant early morning sun.
There was no trace of red, black or any other colour. It was as clean as the day it was created and just as supple, just as beautiful. What had been there before was already fading from her memory, as if it wasn't just erased from the silk, but from history all together.
It had been words he was sure of, but now that they were gone he felt himself begin to relax.
Casting his eyes around his at the trees, listening to the birds, he quite forgot every thing else for a moment. Then when recalled he was holding something he looked down to find only white petals, which he instinctively released into the breeze and watched them float away.
"Be alive."
Again that voice rang but this time Zhang Yong felt a pang of relief passing through his body.
Without thinking about any thing else he nodded his head like his instincts told him to do so.
There was a big smile plastered on his face as he looked here and there and up in the sky like he felt peaceful now as if some one was there caressing his head telling him to live. He was smiling now when again he felt like every thing was disappearing from his vision.
He woke up suddenly, not because of any noise or interruption, yet because his dream had come to its conclusion. The night movie had ended, credits had rolled. Now it was time to engage in the real world once more.
Though his eyes were open he can't think of why; his heart was pounding, mind empty. It was as if a hypodermic of adrenaline had been emptied into his carotid. He strained into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to steady.
He woke up suddenly, not because of any noise or interruption, yet because his dream had come to its conclusion. The night movie had ended, credits had rolled. Now it was time to engage in the real world once more.
Though his eyes were open yet he can't think of why; his heart is pounding, mind empty. It was as if a hypodermic of adrenaline had been emptied into his carotid. He strained into the utter darkness, breathing rate beginning to steady.
"What actually happened? Was that a dream...? " He asked himself.
He realized he was still in the same position in which he slept, leaning on the lion. He stretched his legs and got up from the floor. His whole body was aching because of his sleep posture but could he do any thing about it.
He started to look around, analyzing his surroundings and he was mesmerized by the beauty of the jungle.
As the sun rose over the horizon it awoke the jungle slowly and efficiently. Soon he could hear the morning birds chirp with all their heart and that triggered joy and excitement in him.
A morning breeze toured the jungle making the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm and finesse as though they were experts. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots were clinging for their very life, in the distance there was a Crystal River and a waterfall as its source.
He could hear the rampaging rapids after the dip of the waterfall which slowly converted into a swift river forcefully turning at every bank. The river cut through the middle of the jungle and diverted into another as a tributary.
As he was observing the jungle he noticed a grape tree not too far from where he was, so he quickly dashed next to it and took a look at its beauty which put him in a day dream for about five seconds before he regained his senses.
He spotted a ripe grape screaming "eat me"!
"Me coming.......