RAIN HEAVENLY IN THE DARK SKY
Our last subject did not turn out well. While we were listening intently, the rain did not let our professor discuss it clearly with us. Even he was not able to move on to his next topic and began to cover the one at hand. The sound of the rain drumming on the windows was deafening. It was almost impossible to concentrate.
Sarah raised her hand, "I think it would be better if Lawrenz could lead us. I vote for him to be our mayor in the class." It caught me off guard. From out of nowhere, I didn't know that they were electing new officers again. I thought it was still about the discussion.
"I object," I said loud and clear. Sarah smiled sweetly at me, but I ignored it as much as I could. The class over, I got my jacket from the locker. All my classmates proceeded to the parking lot to get on the school bus.
I was scared in the dim light when somebody grabbed my arm near the swimming area. "Sarah, are you following me?" I said.
"Nope, I want you." Her lips were now pressed to mine. I tried pushing her away, but she held onto me.
"You must be crazy."
"Why do you keep asking, Lawrenz? Isn't it interesting and exciting tonight?" I stared at her, incredulous. Is she the most despicable person to my knowledge? When I was a fat boy, she insisted that I wasn't good-looking. Undoubtedly, she is the craziest girl in this school.
"Fine." I came closer to her. "Interesting, huh? I'm sorry, but I don't like ugly girls."
"What!" She became hysterical because of that, and I ran as quickly as I could. "Jerk!"
When I went home, I witnessed my parents fighting about our financial status. That quarrel brought a massive impact, and they involved another dimension of my parents' problems.
I opened my wallet and saw the picture of my family there—my parents, my grandparents, and me. I closed it and proceeded inside. "I'm home."
"People love to lie and use mouthwash when they do that. What do you think is the reason why people commit crimes?" Angelo, my classmate who is really fond of reading about crimes on the tabloids, asked.
"Committing crimes? I don't think so." I shrugged. "Because of intention?" I then asked him curiously, and then he smirked.
"Yeah, and then they use soap to wash their hands."
**MEMENTO MORI. MEMENTO VIVERE.**
A powerful death: why do we need to be in need of death?
I remember how death has molded my whole life into nothing but an abyss. I remember being told by my grandmother with gladness that we must live in this world as if our age has a limitation. Every day I grieve, nothing can be changed because of my fear. I don't want to lose because of my own weak character. Though I can boast that I am better than Nick Gregory, does anything count?
"Accept the situation; focus on the solution." That is what my grandfather always tells me. I understand why, but why do we need to overcome everything for other people?
Ever since I was young, they bullied and harassed me all because of being fat and in love with my food. Now I am fifteen. I have trained my body into stronger muscle.
"You should die!" I heard from someone who told me that I deserved to be buried under the earth. Don't you worry; I'll never forget you.
"Memento mori," I said to Angelo.
"Memento vivere," he said. "Do you know what Eudaimonia is? Or Euthanasia?" That face—angelic, not so thin, not so big, but a perfect combination of normal people in this world—Angelo Sia.
"Of course, why?"
"You never failed everyone to become a champion. Nevertheless, you failed Nick Gregory to be on the triumph stage." He walked slowly, pacing back and forth in a corner.
"What do you mean?" I asked. As we were in the ancient theater of our school, and widely the empty audience seats witnessed my eyes as we stood on the stage. The dust on our uniforms was noticeable.
"He'll end your success in a jiffy," he said confidently.
Curiosity wasn't what I wanted to feel in order to ask him why, but something in my head prickled with danger an instant later. When is this going to happen? Shall I get scared because of that? I have been scared for several years now, but I finally realized why I need to be terrified of a human like me.
That was it. I finally knew my power. I must face him squarely.
**PHONE VIBRATION**
Daisy Lunaire calling, "Hello, are you done with your miniature? I will fetch you now."
"No, can you wait for me at my school's stadium?" she asked.
"Of course," I replied. "Would you like a glass of water or something?"
She shook her head while I dialed uphill to Angelo. I hung up the phone. "Let's go, Angelo!"
"I have to have some fun all by myself, you go ahead!"
**"The world will ask you who you are," Carl Jung said, "and if you don't know, it will tell you."**
The man in the strainer stubbed out his cigarette.
One night, his grandfather sat watching him sleep while the monitor to his life said he had been sleeping for six years. "What happened, my grandchild? Tell me when you wake up, we are waiting for you." Day in and day out, the fingers of Lawrenz moved as seen by the grandfather.
"I know that you are answering me, but if someone hampered you from speaking, please never let death fetch you, Lawrenz."
The nurse was still outside the hospital in room 202, which belonged to Mr. Tybalt. "Here you are, been sleeping for a long time?" she said while checking the patient's vital signs.
"Nurse Sarah, what brings you here?" Doctor Angelo asked her.
"I like this patient, sorry."
"Hmm. But he needs to wake up for us to know the passcode."