Half hour ago, Alan was in the classroom. While the professor asked Mark to bring his laptop, Alan realised how boring everything was. If Rui was with him, he wouldn't have felt so bored and full of fatigue early in the morning. He was missing Rui a lot. It was his first time at college without Rui. Everything seemed so lifeless and unrelated. As if, this place was never meant to be for him. As if, he never belonged there.
While he was analysing and criticising every corner and every wall, an object caught his eye, the blue shell. It was a weird shell with spikes and curves so roguely defined. It was like a mess full of spikes but it's color added beauty to those spikes. The tip glowing with indigo while the bottom blue as the ocean. In between, there was the blue greatness of sky. This shell was absolute form of art, produced by nature. But the more he looked at it, the more he heard the sound of ocean and the waves calling his name. He felt warm as if he was at the beach and soon the warmth increased.
Everything around him became dark. And the sound of ocean kept coming closer and closer. As if someone has filled the ocean in a bottle and he was walking closer to him. Alan tried hard to open his eyes but he couldn't. The person started calling his name," Alan..Alan...". He was saying something but Alan just heard someone mumbling. The voice was low and soothing to the ear. The person was getting closer and closer. Alan felt scared, the man was too close and it was getting dangerous. He had no clue about who it was and this vagueness made him very uncomfortable. He,once again tried hard to open his eyes and this time he succeeded.
The sight infront of him was breathtaking. It was the ocean and he was on a beach. The sun was setting on the horizon and everything around him glowed in red. He was laying on a bed as soft as clouds. It was filled with white sheets and cushions. And he himself was covered in a white sheet. The person was sitting right next to him. Alan was only able to see the torso of that person. At this angle, he was unable to see his face. He wanted to move but his body felt too heavy. Even moving his neck was too hard. Alan laid there and heard that person mumbling something. Soon,that person pulled out his hand and put something on it. It was something very prickly. The person held his hand and kissed his forehead. In that moment, Alan saw the blue eyes looking at him with warmth and gentleness. He also recognised the prickly thing that was still in his hand. It was the blue shell, which was not blue anymore. It was red, covered with blood.
Alan was shocked. This blue thing, how did it turn so ugly. The blood, who does it belong to?Who is this man?
A memory revolved in his mind, he laid on the floor of a cave filled with men suited in armours. Among them there was a woman looking at him with disgust. The female dressed in red laughed, and threw the shell at his face. The shell rolled a little away from him. Alan looked down.There was blood on floor, a lot of it. Alan wanted to look closer. Who was injured? Who was bleeding? He tried to move and he succeeded to turn his head down a little more. By then, the shell was soaked in blood. However, right next to that shell, there was dead stillborn fetus. It's limbs still not fully grown and its head laid lifeless. That fetus still had a cord attached with his belly. At the other end of that cord, it was Alan's own body with his stomach carved. That fetus belonged to him. The blood too, belonged to him. He was the one bleeding and he was the one dying.
Alan felt terror. The kind of terror he had never felt before. The horror of losing something that he always wanted but could never have. His eyes started getting blurry. All the tears in his eyes flowed out, as if they were abandoning his dying body.
He wants it back. The fetus, he wants it more than anything. " Aaah..." He let out a shriek, " My baby....my baby...my child... Don't... don't take him away...."
Alan kept screaming on the top of his lungs. He felt like he can't remain sane anymore. If he did, he can never go through this loss alive. He can't...he can't bear this brutality anymore. He must lose his mind or his life. He must make a choice.
Alan was helplessly drowning in his sorrows when two moist lips brought him back on surface. He heard a voice calling his name.
" Alan... Alan ...look at me." Alan opened his eyes and saw a pair of blue eyes looking at him with the same warmth. " I am your friend." The person in front of him said.