There are times when people cry. So do I. It is said that time heals wounds, but I beg to differ. It has been one month since the death of my girlfriend. Sitting by the open window, I enjoyed the breeze. Slowly and gradually, I thought of the deceased.
“Merry Christmas!” Jaina greeted me with a smile, a smile that symbolized that something wrong was happening. I thought to myself, “Come on, Chris. It is Christmas! Christ will watch over me!” I led her to my room, where we usually had our casual chats. This time, this so-called ‘casual-chatting’ seemed different. Jaina was hesitant in her speech this time and a lot of very weird questions were being posed. She asked me if I was afraid of death, or if one day, if she were to part with me, what was I going to do? I remained silent as I did not know how I was going to answer all those questions.
“I prefer a change in environment. Let us have a stroll in the park while we talk.” Jaina suggested. We went to the park and enjoyed the beauty of nature. After we became tired, we sat down on a bench that was located near us.
I felt a chill down my spine. A rounded item was being pointed right behind my head. “Shut your mouth before you walk the stairway to hell.” A low voiced whispered into my ear. I looked at Jaina, she shouted, “Stop this Raymond! This is between me and you!”
“Well, I will let him go once you promise me that you will be mine!” Raymond said. Jaina shook her head and the finger that was outside the trigger guard reached the inside. He pulled me to the tree beside the bench and told me to stand there with the desert eagle pointed on me, which greatly reduced my movement. “Any movements and I will let this eagle eat you!” Raymond said sarcastically while kissing the pistol. “Jaina, please agree to my proposal. Will you be mine? My honey?” Raymond proposed.
A liquid secreted from Jaina’s mouth was being spat onto Raymond’s face. Raymond knew the answer and pulled the trigger. Just when the trigger was being pulled, Jaina shielded me with her body. Raymond and I looked at the tragedy. He could not believe his eyes and I screamed. I ran towards her and hugged her. Raymond dropped the pistol which he held and ran away.
“You cannot run, you son of a witch!” I shouted. I took the pistol which was being dropped onto the ground and shot his leg. This rendered him immobile. I caught up with him soon and looked at how much ammo had the pistol left. “Five left. I hope Jaina can witness this.”Ishot his limbs with the remaining three ammo. “Let me go, please! I beg you!” Raymond shouted. It seemed that revenge and Jaina’s death had corrupted my mind. I pointed the mussel to his head. “Go to hell!” I said as I pressed the trigger. Maybe sarcasm had gotten the better of me. I stuck the mussel of the pistol onto the hole that was being shot onto his head and pulled the trigger again.
After the slaughter was done, I carried Jaina onto a spot suitable for burying. I spent the whole night digging the ground. Before burying her, I kissed her cold, lifeless face for the very last time.
“Goodbye, my love.” I said before lowering her slowly into the grave dug. I decided that a gravestone was too ordinary for my beloved who had died. I carved her name onto my abdomen. “I represent your tombstone, Jaina. Please acknowledge my doings.” I said before going back into my house.
Looking at my abdomen now, I realised what I needed to do. My feet brought me out of the house and to the spot where Jaina was being buried. I dug out the earth until I found her arm, now, cold as icicles on a winter’s day. I held on to it and spent my night there, hoping against hope that somehow, my warmth would travel to her heart and make it beat with life again.
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A very sensitive piece of work with all the right emotions put in place.
I love how Jin Da develops his story. The ‘Present-Past-Present’ style (also seen in Gee Choon’s essay). Jin Da started his story with a general statement (There are times when people cry. So do I.) and it makes the reader guess what would happen later on. What I like about this story is how he manages to bring across the plot so fluently without using much bombastic vocabulary.
Keep it up, Jin Da! :)
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HAHA GREAT WORK!
explicit description, interesting story…
the plot is a bit gross though.
high potential in ace-ing your english! keep it up!!!
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Jinda, i realli liked the way u wrote ur story.
Keep up with the good work n u wil hav the ‘power’ to score the best in compo!!