The breeze of the air on a foggy day, the water dripping all over my body, I can feel my body shivering, my ribs feel like it's vibrating and my hands has no warmth that can make this coldness go away. What did I do? I never asked for their attention nor did I ever think about coveting it. I am looking down with my shadow looming over the floor I'm standing on. A shadow approaches but I do not dare look up, rather, I feel like choking, something in me is trying to come out.
hic- hic- ... Why am i crying?
I can't feel my legs, shaking, like I can't stop what my body is doing, I collapsed down to a crouch as a warm thing envelops me.
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Ever since moving to the capital, the dreams I kept on having are just so vivid, I can still feel what I felt in the dream. Every day I would feel like something in me is missing, like everyday, something very important was taken, a feeling I can't put into words.
Living in the capital seems less exciting as I thought it would be, the bustling noises will always turn into shouting and fights. The children who were running the streets were running because they were being chased. Stepping out of the house was something I used to look forward to during the first week of staying here but everyday I wake up, I see a different side of the place I used to fantasize about.
As I continued my stroll, a child bumped unto me. The kid bounced back and fell to the ground. Covered in rags, the child is very thin, so much that it seems he'll crumble if he were to be blown by a gust of wind. The child looked up with his sunken eyes, eyes that looked like they have seen what I couldn't even think about. What has this child gone through? As I reached out my hand, a group of men and a women came charging yelling and frantically shouting.
"Thief!!! You little thief!!!" the fat lady charging like a bull shouted.
A thief? There's no way a child this small would be a thief, confused, I landed my gaze on the child's hand that was clutching a pocket. No way, the child.... I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The child looked helpless as he darted away like a mouse running away from a human.
Worried about the child, I followed him to an alley, what could a child be doing here? Looking around, there were lots of hanging clothes and mud everywhere. A rat was running across the path until it was caught my something sticky. I watched as the rat tries to break free. A small voice is heard from a different direction, there, the child in rags is being held by a huge man. It is dangerous I know but I must save that child.
With a small body such as mine, how did I gain such courage to face such a huge person, is it because I want to save the child? Why did I want to save the child in the first place? Without any warning, my body just moved on its own trying to shield the child from getting slapped by such a big hand, a hand enough to cover my entire face. I couldn't move anymore and with eyes closed, I felt a gust of wind hit my face.
Shining under the sun that peaked in the dark alley is a head of gold of the tall man.
"Pathetic"